Strawberry fields. That is Jacob’s favorite song.
I never knew that before. It turns out I didn’t know a lot before. I should know these things. I never thought before to ask.
You really get to know someone when you live in 150 square feet 24/7. I ask him everything. I want to know every little nuance of him. And I do.
I’m a big fan of the Beatles, but this choice is not from me. I asked him how we knows that song? “The teachers play the Beatles at rest time.” I like all the songs, but Strawberry Fields is my favorite.
This morning was his scan. “Here we go again!” He chirps and he slaps his head like a good Jewish boy saying “oy!”
In the waiting area for the MRI, I asked him if I could play it. He nodded enthusiastically and this dreamy look came over him. He just listened. I just listened.
Let me take you down
‘Cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
I don’t know who needed that song more. Him or me. I especially like the part “Nothing is real.” We plan to add strawberry picking to our vision board. We’ve got to see these fields!
It was time. He climbs onto the machine and begins to explain in every detail how this machine is different than NYU’s. The doctors hang on his every word. Stop their prepping. Listen to his feedback. They can’t get over him. He comments on the size of the machine, it’s color, the gown color, the lighting in the room, etc. He remembers every little thing.
He remembers every little thing. He will remember this.
He gives them 4.5 stars. When asked why not 5 stars? “You made me wear socks. I hate socks!” And then he jumped up and put his head in the tube. He didn’t cry. He didn’t ask any questions and again I was ushered through the double doors.
I’m having a bad day. I had a hell of a night (another blog…not sure if I will publish. I write a lot I don’t publish). But, I haven’t slept and haven’t stopped crying.
So I need to thank YOU, Friends of Nightwing for today, because I was at my lowest low last night and this morning. I could hardly walk. And I needed to be at my HIGHEST HIGH for his test.
WE JUST got the scans back and they are FINE.
Cancer has not spread to his brain tissue!
AND IT GETS BETTER!!!
your prayers must have been so strong that they think Jacob can go home and continue treatment as an outpatient. We will be back and forth, but Jacob can see the sun. He can breathe the air.
He will be able to enjoy the 4th of July. The 4th of July like his daddy is his favorite holiday. He will be at his sickest point in the chemo cycle that day, but we are going to PARTY. PARTY all around him! Jacob has already started making the decorations. We’re ready.
I can’t wait to look up at the sky with him. I can’t wait to see the sky explode. Burn baby burn.
Nothing is real. And Nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields Forever.