This is Nelson’s mom Margaret, writing for Nelson tonight. I’ve been here in Minnesota for a few days, enjoying the company of Nelson, Ann Sophie, little Will and his other grandparents, Astrid and Ralph, from Germany.

Since Nelson last posted a blog, he and his family have made the move from a rented apartment to the new home they’ve bought. Owning a home that’s two blocks from the many buildings of the Mayo Clinic is a big advantage for someone who finds himself needing the services there, many times each week. For example, Nelson has one appointment tomorrow and four more on Friday. But as a result of him being so frequently at Mayo’s, his cancer cells are on the run. And that’s the whole point.

But none of it comes without a price. The stronger the treatment, the harder to bear. After weeks of taking the daily doses of two powerful immuno-chemotherapy drugs, Nelson’s liver had recently begun to show signs of deterioration. His medical team decided to give his suffering body and his liver a week-long break, hoping Nelson and his liver would both benefit.

During this time, Nelson felt much better—except for the severe pain in his hip that radiates down the back of his leg. This pain began in his lower back where scans showed cancer cells in his bone marrow weakening the bone and causing a vertebrae to crack. That pain then radiated gradually toward his hip, and eventually down his leg.

There is no spinal stenosis, for which we’re happy, but Nelson’s pain has been debilitating. Scans show the cause as a pinched nerve between the spine and the pelvis. He can’t walk except with his new cane—a lifesaver. Without that, he wouldn’t be up and about, so the cane is something to be grateful for.

Scans have also shown that the bone marrow is breaking down in other places in Nelson’s body too, so we’re all praying against any more of that, and against worrying about it, too.

On Monday, the doctors put Nelson back on those powerful drugs that always take him down with high fevers, sudden shaking chills, and lots of vomiting. But same drugs also kill cancer cells. The doctors altered the dosage slightly to determine which of the two drugs is the one harming the liver. Despite acute suffering while formerly on these drugs, Nelson was all “yes” on resuming them. It’s a love-hate relationship but is the only medical tool left in his toolbox.

Despite all that, last night God gave Nelson the best night’s sleep in a long time (in the chair), and this morning he felt well enough to head for the basement in the new house (actually an older home) to do some work on shelving. Days of this kind of energy are few and far between, but when they come, they bring joy and encouragement.

In Nelson’s last blog he shared about an infection in his left side around the catheter they were using to drain his lung. They prescribed antibiotics, and those have worked their magic. The infection is gone, and the redness, too. The right lung catheter has been reinstalled and is once again being drained daily (250-300 milliliters).

Ann Sophie’s parents, Astrid and Ralph, have worked like troopers the entire time they’ve been in the USA, cooking meals, babysitting, chauffeuring, packing, unpacking, shopping, painting, helping in every way imaginable. They are amazing all of us as they bring their stamina and strong work ethic to every task. Ad their willingness doesn’t end.

Today, Ann Sophie and I had fun unpacking a few more boxes and rearranging  the sunroom, which for now is baby Will’s new bedroom. It’s a cooler place to sleep, but his new sleep sack keeps him toasty warm. Despite the serious nature of these difficult days of dealing with cancer, having Will in the middle of things brings laughter and light-heartedness to us all. He helps us remember that God’s instructions are:

“Do not be anxious about tomorrow…” (Matthew 6:34)