So, last night, I had my second webchat with The Boy, using Gchat - gmail's web chatting service. My in-laws like it better than iChat or AIM, and I have no preference, so voila!
Anyway, both webchats have been the same so far: it takes The Boy about five minutes to warm up to the fact that the screen really is ME, his dah-DEE! I make some faces, do some funny hand motions, and he starts to wake up a bit: "Silly Dah-DEE!" It's really nice. We do some laughing together, he shows me whatever toys he's playing with, and I chat with him and with the rest of the room for a little while. It was nice to hear his voice and to see him play. Chemo seems to be going well, but I really miss him, Younger Bro, and The Wife. I want to be there to help them... (I know I'm helping by putting the house in order, but still.)
It's not an ideal solution, but it at least lets me have some interactive contact with The Boy. I don't want both babies to forget that I exist, particularly since I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get out there to see them before Christmas. One month is a really long time to go without seeing one's family. Heck, it's been less than a week, and it's already getting to me.
Some more good news: Grandma's college sorority has decided to adopt The Boy and his treatment as one of their projects for the school year! So far, they have sent over a handful of volunteers to spend time with The Boy at the hospital. We're amazingly thankful for their help. I don't remember the name of the sorority; I'll post that later.
I'm feeling a little bit better; I'm back to work, anyway. Still drained, still tired, still with the sore throat, congestion, and headache, and my temperature is still slightly elevated. And, I forgot to take my tamiflu this morning. Sigh.
Four weeks until I see my family again...