I already wrote that Millie got her broviac out, but I didn't share what the day meant to her and to us. Millie has had some sort of tube sticking out of her body since she was 4 years old. First she had a Picc line, then they switched to a Port and before her transplant she had to get the Broviac. Her chest is covered in scars from everything being placed and then removed again. Every time I see them I am reminded of how incredible she is. It is a constant reminder of everything she has been through. Millie couldn't wait to get her line out! Her list of why: I can play with Jack (our dog) without worrying if he will bite my tubes, Austin and I can rough house without mom yelling, "STOP, he will pull your tubes", SWIMMING, taking a bath and shower for the first time in a really long time, running around more freely, and it also means I don't need my fluids, and I don't need as many medicines anymore, we don't have to flush my lines and I don't have to taste how nasty they are. It was the worst.
I have to admit it was strange to see her tube free. She didn't seem like MY Millie. My Millie has chemo, fluids, and medicine running through her, she has tubes sticking out of her chest. Those things have been a part of her for so long and now they're not. It was amazing to say goodbye, but strange all at the same time.
It will be amazing to see Millie be Millie without all the extras.
He is awesome and I admire him so much. I can't imagine the strength it must take for him to face losing his leg to cancer at 16 years old, but he smiles. Oh, how I love all these cancer kids.
Millie and her comforts.
Blankie and Lemur have been through everything with her. When we aren't allowed to stay they are. Is it weird to be grateful for items? Because I am. I love that lemur and blankie.
Even though she'd been at the hospital all day, been under anesthesia, and had surgery she still wanted to be outside playing.
I love my tube free girl!