We lost (sniffle sniffle) our awesome family help - Heather, in August. I feel like she was with us forever, but, it was less than a year. She began to help us with Ethan first in the winter, to help curb some of those toddler daycare germs. Then, she took care of Mason a few days a week, after he was out of the hospital consistently. The juggle was pretty insane - for us, and for Dave's parents who helped a tremendous amount as well. Now that Heather has found a new career, we have Kelly! She rocks too. She helps us a few days a week afterschool - so that we can WORK - and try to limit Mason's exposure at least a little bit.
Dave and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary in August. We spent the evening packing (with much happiness) so we could take our kids on the first family vacation of the year. 2014 was going to be a big travel year for us. Turned out, not so much. So, when we were able to head to our little heaven in the mountains called Silver Lake for Labor day - we were ecstatic.
It was an awesome weekend. Mason did great and had no issues with the altitude. Ethan loved it. We had one of the best trips yet. Ethan actually cried so much on the way home about having had to leave the cabin that we told him we weren't going home, and were on our way to the cabin. When we pulled in the driveway of our house, he cried again. Our family of 4 joined 23 others - bringing our crew to a massive 27. The kids literally had the BEST time. It was really, really wonderful for us. (Oh, and there was a horseshoe tourney with a SuperMase team spirit! Mason is not pictured because he was off gallivanting with pals.)
September was busier than busy. I mean. Like - no room to breathe, back to the GO-GO-GO Morash routine. Hanging with pals, a normal work life, school events, birthday celebrations and the like - we're back to crazy. Good crazy. Mason went in for another clinic visit mid-month, and while his numbers remained good - his body is continuing to struggle to maintain platelets. Those suckers just won't grow fast enough. It could be worse, and we try not to get to down about it, because his other counts were great. So, with monthly appointments at this point, the only thing we can do is hope that October results will be improved. Mason's doctor has begun the process of weaning him off of cyclosporine. When you see him, and compare photos of him to a few months ago - he looks healthier. He looks happier. He's growing - and is definitely bigger. Thanks to his little brother, who loves to share - Mason is battling his first set of the sniffles. In Dave's words - it's devastating. Sniffles for Mason throws Dave and I into panic mode. I try to be calm, and repeat over and over to myself that 'there is nothing we can do." We do everything we can - without sticking him in a stupid bubble. This was bound to happen. But, it's still stressful. And, if you want to call me "drama" for worrying about sniffles - go ahead. I've been called worse. We can't give Mason Tylenol or Ibuprofen - so, when he is sick - if he gets a fever of 101 or more, we are headed to the hospital.
This weekend, we're hosting best pals from back east. It will be an extended fiesta at the Morash house. Ethan turns 4 - and we plan to enjoy some Legoland rollercoasters. Mase, will beat his cold, or, at least forget about it. Then, I head out of town for work - and finally - we go on Mason's Make a Wish trip. Haven't heard about that yet? Well. He was granted one. The lovely nurses at Rady's submitted his name - and we've been anticipating the trip for months. Based on what his wish is, we had to wait for his Hickman Line to come out AND, for his counts to improve. We're there, and are going in the next 6 weeks. It's GOING. TO. BE. AWESOME. It's been a long year, and our kiddo deserves it. Dave, E and I will just be along for the ride. And, it will just happen to be the first vacation that the four of us have ever taken on our own - without family or friends. Just our little Morash clan of 4. Lots of pictures later - I promise.
There's been more and more talk in our house over the last few weeks as Dave and I have learned of others who have been diagnosed with Aplastic Anemia - about how God may have answered our prayers by NOT making Ethan a match for Mason. If Ethan was a match - we'd be in a whole different situation right now. And, frankly - Mason's quality of life just might not be as awesome as it has been for the last few months. We're reminded that even when you think that things just couldn’t be worse, and you're devastated, there is a plan. You just might not know the right answer, as much as you think you do. God answered our prayers, by not answering them. We know we're lucky. This is still a hurry up and wait disease. So, we're gonna hurry up and have some fun over the next few weeks, and wait to see what happens with our next labs.