It wouldn't be Thanksgiving...

... without a little drama. That's what Philippa said when I called her a little while ago to report our afternoon trauma. The short story is that Abby and Logan decided to play doctor (as they also did yesterday). Both wanted to be the physician, and a fight broke out over the stethoscope. Somehow, and I still haven't figured out exactly how it happened, Abby yanked his chemo line partially out of place, which resulted in a small amount of bleeding and, as I wrote, a slightly displaced tube.

Adam whisked him off to CHO 15 minutes ago to have it evaluated. Philippa said he'd have to have a chest x-ray and then compare it with the original to make sure it's still in the correct place. If it is, we're a-okay. If it's not, well, today just got much more complicated. Chemo port replacement was definitely not on our holiday to-do list, so I'm praying that it'll look fine and they'll be home again this evening.

Abby is absolutely beside herself over the whole thing, sobbing that she didn't do it on purpose, she didn't know that could happen, it's not her fault. I've assured her -- repeatedly -- that we're not upset with her, the doctors aren't upset with her, and that we know it was an accident. But still, I'm exasperated. I can't count how many times I've told all of the kids how easy it is for Logan to get hurt right now, and how extraordinarily careful we have to be around his lines.

But, well, it is what it is. At least things had been going well up til that moment. His numbers from this morning were great; his WBC count rose to 5.4, platelets were up to 44, and hemoglobin held steady at 8.4. So until I hear otherwise, I'll just think of this as a crappy little bump in the holiday road.

Thanks for your continued prayers!