Still Mommy

So, I have to say that by far the worst thing about this whole cancer/chemo scenario is the effect it has on Chase. I mean, he's been fairly tolerant of all of the crazy things that have happened so far, like Mommy being stuck in the hospital for 5 days and having to go there to see her. He has been completely unphased by the bald look. He's even been okay with the 48 hour no-contact after chemo thing. How could he not when he gets extra time with Grangran or Grandaddy? I think he's reached his limit this week, though. On Monday, he went for his 15 month appointment which included his chicken pox, MMR, and flu vaccines. These vaccines all happen to be given as live viruses. The pediatrician tells Chris that since I'm getting ready to do another round of chemo that I shouldn't have any physical contact with him for at least ten days. TEN DAYS?!? Are you for real?!? Do you understand that he is not old enough (thank goodness!) to fully grasp what's going on? I mean, I can say to him, "Chase, honey, Mommy's immune system is weakened from the chemotherapy that is hopefully shrinking her tumor and since you got your shots, that means that I'm not allowed to touch you until next Thursday." How much of that does he actually understand? Hmmm... "Chase, Mommy..." then he thinks "Yes, please!" On Friday, he had enough of 'Mommy from afar' so he taught himself how to climb onto the couch so he could sit with me. What else could I do but go and put on socks, pants, and long sleeves for a little snuggle? And when I was sitting on the floor tonight and he ran up to me, threw his arms around my neck, and squeezed, could I do the smart thing and gently lead him away? Nope! I squeezed right back. So of course, I get a week's worth of pent up hugs tonight. The more I read, the more I think that somebody was just being overcautious. All I know is that come Thursday night, I am wrapping that boy up in the biggest hug and planting smooches all over that sweet face of his!