Fever Hit

Well, we knew she hadn't been feeling very well most of the weekend; yet, we were hopeful she'd somehow avoid the dreaded fever, have an increased white count at her appointment tomorrow and Shayne had planned to drive her home which would allow me to cancel my flight to Philly and to receive a full paycheck for the week. Well, wishful thinking! I feel like I've been punched in the gut...........again. We just didn't need this.

A moment ago, I called Shayne for our nightly chat. I could tell he was hustling around as he immediately said, "We're heading over to the emergency room right now." Having experienced the middle of the night fevers and admits in the recent past, my heart just fell. I warned him that he'd sit in the ER with her for seven hours before (hopefully) getting a room up on the oncology floor and that the ER at CHOP is anything but pleasant for an oncology patient. He know's what he's up against. (They make certain she's stable and that she has that first dose of heavy meds in her first - then call to see if there's a room upstairs. Despite her request for a pillow, they won't have any.) I'm so glad Aunt Vaunie is with them. And I'll be there soon; hey, my heart and head are already there!! God bless you, precious Christi! Mommy loves you so and Shayla can't wait for you to come back home to play with her; she told me that many times today.