Really, God?

On Sunday Eric was thrown from a mule wagon, landed on an asphalt driveway and broke his clavicle where it meets his sternum. Our house is starting to feel like a medical clinic. I'm joking about the title of this blog -- we are really thankful nothing worse happened and that none of the kids were on the wagon at the time. With how and where he fell, a broken bone is the best possible outcome and we are so grateful that he wasn't hurt in any other ways. He was told by the orthopedist to not use his arm for the next four weeks. This is terrible timing for him, as hunting season just started!


Hannah had a good appointment on Friday. She is getting to where she looks forward to seeing her favorite nurses each week. Here she is with her regular chemo nurse, Anne.

And this is Layne, her child-life specialist. She is helping Hannah to be more comfortable when they access her port. It still seems to scare her some. It doesn't hurt her because we put EMLA cream on which numbs it, but I think she still doesn't like to see a needle coming at her.