Mamadou finished his treatment on Saturday. And no surprise that with it being the last that it went poorly. After 7 sticks to get an IV (including one that I received by accident), Brett finally found a poorly situated vein and we were able to push the medicine and be done. Yeah!
We then went to his house to celebrate with some cake. Kristen and I discussed on the way there how their perception of cancer is so different. Most people don't understand the difference in chemotherapy and antibiotics. So I think we were actually more excited with his remission and end of treatment than the family was. It makes sense, though, as they see many more kids die from malaria. That's much more deadly here than cancer. Regardless, we are happy he is done.
The standard last picture with the cancer patient...
Mamadou's incredibly cute brothers.
Solomon (right) with a family friend who is living with them.
Mamadou with his father and brothers.
With his uncle, Drissa, who was responsible for his care during his treatment
I know that Mamadou didn't really smile in these pictures. He rarely ever did. I did see him have a big smile yesterday but I didn't catch it on camera. That's big for him. He always tried not to talk and not to interact with us though his uncle said he was a big talker at home. Last week he fell asleep on me as I gave his chemo. It was sweet. Yesterday he always chose to sit by me. Once as we were walking around the compound he actually grabbed my hand to hold it. I think that made my day. Even though he didn't interact with us much, it was nice to know that he did like us a little bit. :) Thankful that his treatment went well and that he is now healed!