I had an odd dream last night. Only odder is the fact that I remember the dream, generally I do not. But in this dream this 12 year old girl came from Russia and stayed with us. She was an orphan. We had our own house, we weren’t living here with my parents. But my parents were nearby and came to see her arrive.

In the dream I remembered a lot of Russian from Natalia, a girl I knew at college. Which is funny because she never really talked to me in Russian so other than a few words here and there the only things I really knew were Privyet, da, and nyet. Which probably everyone knows just from Boris and Natasha or old cold war movies or something!! So that was really odd. Ok, remembering French would be one thing, or German… but Russian? Okies…

Anyway, not at all sure what the dream was for in my psyche but it was definately interesting.

And for the record I’m still tired. Caramon is walking up and down the hall coughing. I tried to take a 10 minute power nap or something but couldn’t. This is probably the hardest part of the post-cancer thing. Seeing him cough at almost anything. The pollen count goes up, he coughs. We move one thing and dust goes into the air, he coughs. And he gets winded so much easier now. That breaks my heart because he really is an active child who loves to bike and run. His legs can move him further than his lungs can take. I just want him to be happy and I know how much the wheezing and the coughing hinders him sometimes. But the little trooper that he is, he doesn’t let it stop him! He told me yesterday he wants to work on running so he can do track and field as a teenager. He asked if I thought Daddy would run-train with him then. And if I would go to his matches. Of course! If he really does do it, I think I will cry at his first win just because of how far it would mean he has come.

He’s never going to be like he was before he got so sick, but my golly he’s an amazing boy to me with his perserverance and drive. He told me also, he wants to run in the Olympics. He knows I don’t really care about the Olympics and he asked if I’d watch if he was in it. I told him he better believe I’d be glued to the Olympics if he was in it. He just beamed. Of course I’d probably fly my fanny to where ever the Olympics were and superglue my butt to a seat to watch him. But that’s beside the point. 🙂

Life is never the same after a large trial, but sometimes the trial can show us so many things. The least of all being the perserverance of the human mind and soul.