Jon took Jacob for his first chemotherapy treatment at the clinic today. I feel really torn with the whole treatment thing. I feel like I should brave the treatments with Jacob, obviously I wouldn't send him alone. But I also have three other children who need to be watched, fed, & in one case nursed and changed.
Thankfully Jon is able to flex his schedule and he is willing to be there with Jacob. This freed me up to care for the kids, go grocery shopping, and prepare dinner. So many people have offered to help, but I'm kind of holding out for when Jon and I can't cover it. We'll be need help off and on for a long time.
I tried to tell Jacob what was going to happen, but he doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't really want to go, so he tunes me out. It would have been nice if he heard my explanation. When he got there, he misunderstood and thought they were going to cut his incision spot back open while he was awake. He was shielding his chest. They struggled with him for about 20 minutes and then they had to hold him down. Once they got the special needle (that looks like a one inch thumb tack) into the port he said, "that didn't hurt." It's amazing how fear or misconceptions hurt way more than the truth.
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