Hans is hooked up to fluids, foley catheter in place. We are in the room. We are both hanging in there. Hans is actually doing better than I thought he would. I think he's just a bit depressed to be in here. I'm stressed. But, my stress has come in waves. I finally chilled out last night about 9pm. It took me a while to rid myself of all the bad vibes. Ugg. I think Hans is such a much better sport than any of the rest of us! Hans doesn't get infused with MIBG til tomorrow at 1:30pm, so I am happy that tonight we can still snuggle.
Anyway, thanks for all your concern and notes and calls and emails and messages! Thanks to those of you who told me you could be on the next plane out - thank you! Thanks for the packages, deliveries and support. Thanks to Aunt Debi - She is somehow coming to Bakersfield tomorrow to get Elle to LAX for a girls weekend in Texas. Kevin hopes to be up here by Friday. Crazy times.
- Hans Weberling
- Bakersfield, CA, United States
- Hans was a busy, happy, sweet and fearless three year old when he was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma. He fought his disease like a "gladiator" for nearly 6 years. Hans was an animal lover to his core. He was 'guarded' at home by his three cats, Black, Orange and Cotton. He also had his Golden Retriever, Honey, to keep him company. Hans enjoyed swimming, biking, gardening, grilling (he had his very own grill!), horseback riding, playing video games, building Legos, and flipping between Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network and Animal Planet. Hans loved all members of his family and he was a loyal friend. He had to go through a lot of treatment in his life. But Hans powered through it. His attitude was let's get this done! His motivation was always to get back home, to his family, pets, favorite foods and pool.