Logan came home yesterday afternoon... and is getting ready to head back to the hospital again tonight. His bloodwork from the morning showed his platelets to be at 7 and his WBC at 0, so if nothing else, he needs to be re-admitted to get a transfusion of the former. We'll hold our breath that he won't have a fever when they take his temp before getting the platelets going, but I'm trying to be realistic: I took it a little while ago and it registered 98.6 under his arm, so 99.6. Dangerously close to the 100-degree 'sorry, you can't go home' cut-off.
It's hard to not feel conflicted over all of this. One one hand, I'm glad that he had at least a day at home during this part of the treatment process. It's something we didn't manage to do during cycles 1 and 2. On the other, I'm decidedly bitter that we're in the position to be forced to view ONE day as a blessing in the first place. What kind of life is that? Lousy. Frustrating. Arduous. And this 34-weeks pregnant mama isn't amused.
So anyway, we'll see what happens. Adam is going to take him in as soon as Philippa calls with a time. Since he's neutropenic, he needs to go to the immunocompromised ward, which takes time. No fever, he can probably come back tonight. Fever, he's checked back in for a while.
Logan's day here has been a mixed bag: He threw up a few times yesterday, and was up overnight more than once. The first time, it was because he'd had a #2 accident in his bed; the second, third (and beyond) times it was because he couldn't sleep/was hot/insert other random reason here. It's been challenging dealing with the whining and the fussing and the medicine-resistance. It's hard to remember how he used to be and to put that into context with how he is NOW. Heartbreaking.
But at least he's been here at all, and at least I didn't have to drive to Oakland. And at least I got to spend a few hours with Abby at the mall this afternoon (while Logan napped at home). So while I'm sad that we're dealing with this, I'm trying to see the pluses.
Please keep the prayers flowing. I'm tired.
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