The past few days have been nice. Calmer (well, with the exception of the increase in volume. Just because Logan's sick doesn't mean we suddenly have a quiet home when everyone's here!). We've been laying very low to try to reduce the chances that he'll catch some random bug from someone in public. My personal opinion at the moment is that he's actually more in danger of catching something from being at home than out right now -- ha, courtesy of Isaac's bronchitis and ear infection and the resulting plentiful snot -- but being out takes energy and that's something I don't have much to spare. Our big trip was to Costco yesterday, where we had pizza at the food court and did a little light shopping. Costco is one of Logan's favorite places.
This is something of a weak entry, I know.
I guess the biggest piece of information in-the-moment is that Adam and Logan are currently en route to Children's. When we tried to flush his lines this morning, the saline wouldn't move through one of the tubes (he has a Broviac port, which has two). When we called to ask what to do, the oncologist on call said it sounds like a blood clot and to bring him in to have it flushed. It happens fairly frequently and isn't something to be worried over, per se; it's really more of an annoyance than anything else. After all, it takes away from our very limited family time, and it also means exposure to who-knows-what in the ED. They'll try to flush it twice, and if it doesn't work, he'll have to be admitted and hooked up to a machine to get things going. Obvioulsy we're hoping it'll just flush clear on the first try so they can head back home ASAP.
Thanks for your continued prayers. I know that I'll probably feel sad as Wednesday approaches, but I also know we're doing what needs to be done, even if it does suck and is horribly unfair.
As a side note, thank you to everyone who has taken the time to comment or contact me privately at some point over the past month and a half. I may not reply, but know that your words mean so much more to me than I can express. I know it's scary and it's hard to know what to say, but I appreciate the efforts so much. Please also know that I know you all have your own lives, so please don't feel like you need to respond to what I write every single day. Any occasional contact is wonderful.
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