It’s September
It’s September. It’s hard to know what day of the week it is, much less what month. It’s so cold in the hospital that I feel as though we moved straight from July and swimming and peaches to the dead of winter. When I walk outside into heat and sunshine I always feel a bit shocked.
I hope the weeks don’t continue escalating at the rate they have been because I feel completely winded.
On Monday Liam looked off. I checked his temperature and sure enough he was running a slight fever. Everything in the house was completely chaotic. My mom was here to help with school, but the house was a wreck and the three little ones were so disrupted. About that time I got a phone call from David that the dental office is trying to reach me because they have an earlier opening for Zara.
I raced to get us out the door, so relieved that she could eliminate at least one hour of NPO time. I felt so badly that she didn’t have a first thing in the morning appointment, but they’d squeezed us in over lunch time because of Liam. While I was taking her in I called Liam’s oncologist who said he really needed to come in to clinic prepared to stay.
She was afraid if I waited until I got home with Zara clinic would be closed and he’d have to go in through the ER so David left work early and took him in.
Zara was an absolute trooper and did so well with anesthesia and the dental work. I was so, so, SO grateful to God!
Meanwhile, Liam got admitted for neutropenia suspected to be due to mucositis. David spent the night with him so I could be with Zara. We brought him home on Wednesday … less than 24 hours before he was readmitted for chemo again. But oh, it was so good to be home!
