Bryan has been in bed for a few days. He is pretty sick. Normal chemo sick, nothing special. :) Yesterday he repeated outloud, "Just a few more days. Just a few more days. Just a few more days." I expect him to start feeling better tomorrow afternoon/night.
Tomorrow. We return to the hospital for labs. They keep expecting him to need a transfusion. The nurse told Bryan to have them place an IV when they draw blood just in case the labs come back showing that he needs a transfusion (it will save him a poke). If he does need a transfusion, we'll spend some time at the hospital tomorrow. If not, it will be a quick visit.
Monday's Double Doctor Duty. Bryan and our daughter had appointments at the same time so Bryan's mom transported Bryan and one of the twins to the hospital for Bryan's Neulasta injection (a medication used to boost white blood cell production). I took our daughter and the other twin to see a specialist for our daughter's ankle. With new x-rays they were able to determine that she did fracture the fibular growth plate along with a grade II ankle sprain. She is still on crutches and out of soccer for the season. (And the four of us who remain uninjured and healthy are growing tired of "fetching" EVERYTHING for the two patients, but we LOVE, LOVE, LOVE them still! Remember when I wrote that nursing wasn't my chosen profession...it has obviously chosen me.)
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