Here in the Land of Continual Frustration, there are perpetual bumps in the road. Logan had a very bad reaction in the middle of the stem cell harvest when they started this morning. Mercifully, I wasn't here yet, but it was apparently quite the show, complete with a BP drop down to about 50/30, lots of shaking and extremely cold extremities. The machine was cycling out his blood more quickly than his body could tolerate. So they had to stop and re-start this afternoon, which means that we haven't been able to get enough cells, so we have to start over again in the morning. Which means that he probably won't come home tomorrow. On top of that, I know the tumor is smaller and all, but his eye looks wonkier again today.
Just a tough kind of day. It doesn't erase the MRI good news, but it does make me sad, if only as a mom whose son only gets to come home four or five days per month. I hate (HATE) that we're losing a day of that precious time.