

The last few weeks have been a bit rough. Bash has had a rash on his face for the past three months or so which we finally got into a dermatologist for. They diagnosed the rash as peri orbital dermatitis. We have a cream to put on his face twice a day and it has mostly cleared up. On top of this he has been fighting off a cold for two weeks and is extra clingy. Before his cold started he was complaining his shins hurt and would rub them and say ouchie. This has completely freaked me out. When you're a cancer parent your mind always skips to the worst possible outcome. A bump or bruise, a cough, a complaint of aches, it all brings me careening back to that fateful day of diagnosis. My life will always be this way now, I will always have my back up and my radar on. The second I feel comfortable and drop my guard is when I know it will try to creep back in. Any other parent would say he has growing pains, or that he must have bumped his knee at daycare and it will heal, and that cough is just a cold and it will pass. I'm hyper aware of everything and it super sucks.