We left early this morning to head to CHLA. Elijah has to have blood work and see his oncologist. Since I was gone yesterday (saw the neurologist), I took Ezra and Noah today as my *helpers*.
As so much of this becomes familiar-the drive, the pokes, oncology clinic, I am very thankful that my kids have a positive view of it all. I am not usually short on volunteers to accompany me to CHLA. It gives me the opportunity to spend time with individual kids, helps them to be part of Elijah's care (which makes it less scary), and I think it grows their compassion and sympathy. Not to mention, I try to include food.
The poking part isn't fun, but I'm glad we are checking on Elijah to see how he is doing. We leave Sunday for NYC.