This year is trying to get the best of me.
My grandfather has been hospitalized several times and nearly died due to advanced liver disease. At one point he was in a coma and then he was awake and started planning his memorial…then one day he got up, got dressed, and decided since he hadn’t died yet he wanted to go home. We are all shocked as hell that he is doing relatively well now! I have no idea how long that will last, though.
During one of his hospital stays, things got even crazier when my grandmother had a heart attack, coded, and was life flighted to the same hospital my grandfather was at. A stent was placed and she was released a few days later. She looked amazing, all things considered, when I finally made it up to see her and my grandfather.
While those things were happening, we were getting Jack checked out for a fever in the first of three ER visits. That fever went away after the requisite two doses of antibiotics and nothing materialized from it, thankfully.
Not too long after, though, he had an allergic reaction to a breathing treatment he’s been getting for over a year. We marched straight from the Pulmonary department down to the ER and he couldn’t wear a mask because he couldn’t breathe…he recovered before a doctor saw him, though. (He won’t be on those breathing treatments going forward…)
A couple days after that incident Jack started developing a cold – probably something he caught in the freaking ER! He’s been battling it since and a week ago we ended up back in the ER again due to another fever. It’s been over a week now and the fever doesn’t want to let go, although it’s slowly losing its intensity. Jack has been out of school all week (right when we got his IEP in place, too!).
Meanwhile, the company where I’ve worked for the last 7.5 years is being acquired. My position is definitely one of the ones that will go away, but I don’t know exactly when (maybe May?). In the mean time I’m still working when I’m not home with a sick kid. We will be fine, by the way, but it’s still a big change that I have no real control over.
Tomorrow morning I’m taking Dez to see a pediatric neurosurgeon to assess if there’s anything we need to do about his plagiocephaly (probably nothing, but maybe a helmet, unless the universe has something else in store for us).
Also, David is taking a couple of college classes and we refinanced the house and Jack is Boy of the Year for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society and the end of treatment is this week (!)…
So. I don’t even know what day it is anymore. I’m just chugging along and trying to keep my head above water. I’m looking forward to the end of Jack’s cancer treatment and life getting just a smidge simpler.
Please, let it get simpler.