Amanda and the Hendersons

Paysen turned seven one week ago.  I cant believe it.  How do I have a seven year old?!?!?  Aren't I only 23 still?!?!?!?!?!?!  It was a hard day for him.  We had just gotten settled into our apartment the night before.....things were new and strange feeling.  We tried our best to make him feel special but at the end of the day he felt very sad.  He was sad because his dad had to drive back to Casper, sad that he didn't get to see any of his friends....sad because he didn't get to do much of anything.  Because he is the donor he must remain secluded just like Parky.  Sad reality for a seven year old..... The next couple of days worked to lift his spirits.  He was thrown a belated birthday bash by the apartment staff.....given gifts and a cake and a lot of singing.  The next day he was able to take his first guitar lesson....after which the staff bought him his own rockin electric guitar and amp....... He is feeling a bit better today...... He is very excit

It is relatively easy to talk about moving to a new state.  It is pretty simple to talk about trying a life saving procedure for your son. It isn't too difficult to pack for yourself and three children........ Until it's time..... Time to go. Time to move. Time to start this new journey, Time to load up the Honda. Time to head south. Today is Friday.... The tests start on Monday. We leave in the morning...... Move to a new apartment..... Move towards a new life...... The testing will run for this coming week and a few days of the next..... Then the chemo....... and after that, day zero......the transplant. I have been doing interviews for the local news, we have been interviewed by a newspaper....I even did an online interview for yahoo ......and all of that was pretty easy.  I kept on waiting, waiting for the avalanche of emotions....but I held it together. I kept asking myself... "When are you going to lose it?"  The answer has made its