Diario de Teddy Rodd
Escrito el Mar 5, 2014 11:22pm
“Destination please?” asked the lady at the ticket counter.
“Lilongwe, Malawi,” replied Allie, our daughter.
Our “only” seventeen-year-old daughter.
Yeah, I’m gonna be a mess when I walk her down the isle someday.
Somewhat perplexed, ticket lady inquired, “Where’s that?”
Allie turned to me.
I shrugged with an, “It’s all on you from here on out, Luv. You’re on your own.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed, “It’s a country down by Zambia.”
Glassy eyed, ticket lady gave us a look of unbelief, “Sounds like a long ways away.”
At the moment (as I write) she’s somewhere in the air between Dubai and Nairobi...or maybe Nairobi and Zambia.
Four week medical internship.
On her own.
A long ways from home.
Our last connect with her was when she Face Timed Teddy and Laurel up at Children’s sometime this afternoon…from the Dubai International Airport.
Teddy and Allie have grown really close these past six weeks.
As the two of them Face Timed, a dear mother wrapped in black linens, from head-to-toe, sent her youngest child with some homemade pita bread stuff with spicy meat over to Allie, who was sitting cross legged and unsure.
Always a mom.
Always a kid.
Even on the carpet floor at 2am in Dubai.
Teddy could barely talk.
The radiation burns his throat.
Not much of an appetite these days.
Living one day at a time.
Tomorrow is his last day of radiation. The chemo port is scheduled to come out on Friday.
A pilot friend of ours has offered me a seat for my flight from Durango to Denver tomorrow morning.
I’ll bring Laurel and Teddy home on Saturday.
By then, Allie will have arrived at her final destination via Albuquerque, Atlanta, Dubai, Nairobi…and a stopover somewhere in Zambia.
Well…Teddy doesn’t really care anymore.
Nothing tastes really good like it used to.
Not even Fettuccine Alfredo.
Same for me too.
Nevertheless, he and mom are out on the town tonight in Denver with dear friends for a Nuggets basketball game.
Compliments of Children’s Hospital Colorado.
Steve, Teddy’s Dad
Escrito el Feb 8, 2014 9:04pm
Teddy got his snowflakes today.
Kissing his rosy cheeks.
He and mom braved the snowy mountain passes to come home.
We’ve all been homesick.
Those who left.
We who stayed behind.
Sticking to our eyelashes.
Cuddly warm…nice not to sleep alone tonight.
The north side of our hill has just enough snow for sledding.
He and cousin Caleb braved the slush, mud and trees to make their new sleds fly the gap jump.
Two weeks of radiation down.
They screw his head, neck and torso to a cool, metal table.
Can barely breath or move a slight.
Kind technicians, yet our kid gets bolted into that black, unbending slate.
They always ask, “How you doing Teddy?”
His thumb pops confident, upright, “Smells funny and tingly all over.”
The nausea beat him and mom down the first week.
Stayed ahead of it the second week.
Thankful for the meds.
Back on the ranch, Henri, the cow pug, has been prancing unabashedly around the kitchen in his polka dotted tutu. Yes, rather embarrassing, yet he doesn’t give a care in this wintry world. He’s just happy that we’re all home in front of the wood stove…like it ought to be.
Our bubble-eyed wonder now snores contentedly.
Head resting on Laurel’s lap.
Wild caught cod, fried potatoes and sweet cabbage…and of course a full bodied Cotes du Rhone.
Teddy was born near the mouth of the Rhone river in Southern France on 9/9/99.
Four weeks to go…
Escrito el Jan 27, 2014 8:53pm
Laurel and Teddy left for Denver yesterday afternoon.
He has braved so much these past six years.
Six years of fighting so valiantly.
Now six weeks in Denver.
Today was another first.
Twenty-nine more to go…