The number "11"

I hate the number "11!" In high school, my junior year was the worst. As some of you recall, your junior year is # 11. It was just a difficult year adjusting to college classes, the demand of sports and changes with friends. All of those things together made for my worst high school year! And now I hate the number "11" even more. On January 11, 2011, I took Tim to get his leg checked out. That was the day that an MRI was ordered and we began our fight with cancer. Tim was just "11" years old. I am sure that if I were to look back on our chemo treatments and other events. I am looking forward to saying good-bye to the 2011 and look forward to 2012, a year free and clear of cancer!

Sorry about my little rant. This has been on my mind a lot lately. I guess I just needed to get it off my chest. Good things are happening though. Tim has only 1 round of chemo left and he is walking and becoming active again:)

Speaking of being active, yesterday, Tim went to PT again. He did some stairs without any crutches and rode a bike around the hospital. Now Tim wants me to modify his bike at home so he can ride around. I really need to so he can strengthen his leg muscle. PT is not Tim's favorite thing to do. I fight with him at home and he has moments with the therapist. If Tim knows why he is doing a certain a exercise, then he is more apt to do the exercise correctly. When he knows what muscle is being worked or what the ultimate goal for a certain exercise is, he has no problem doing PT. I sure wish I had figured this out last week as I fought with him almost everyday to do his PT:(

As soon as my desktop computer is back from being fixed, I will post some pictures of K&K's first friend birthday party!!