At Jace's chemo appointment last week we learned his numbers were too low. He endured his usual sick week from chemo, and instead of waiting a month to see our dear friends at Teton Oncology, Jace had to return seven days later for another CBC. As we left the doctor's office the second time, the doc joked..."Hopefully I don't hear from you tomorrow!" We all glanced a weary look at each other, knowing if we had to call the doc on Thanksgiving...well....that would just plain stink.
Sure enough. After a pretty great day of actually eating a Thanksgiving meal for the first time in three years, Jace started getting sick mid-afternoon. By evening his fever was too high, and we knew we were headed to the hospital. Just in case the doctor told us differently...we called him. Yep. Emergency Room. Pronto.
Luckily the ER administered the bag of IV antibiotics, and he wasn't admitted to stay, with the order to return the next day for more meds. By the time we were leaving, Jace had a crowd of friends coming to see him in the ER, and he left happy and feeling much better than when he arrived.
As a side note, after we left the hospital the next day (Friday), Jace reeeeally wanted to play raquetball and "work out." He's working on his six pack.:) Our little rock star left the hospital, and was doing pull-ups at The Ridge a few hours later. Man! He's fiesty.
Another awesome detail is when the nurse (not our usual one) was going through her list of things she had to ask him: "Does your family have a history of...What medicines do you take..." etc., she asked him if he smoked. We all giggled, and he quickly replied, "I only smoke my dad at basketball."
This morning when a friend asked me how our Thanksgiving was, I hesitated ...But it only took a second to focus...and quickly I realized our Thanksgiving was awesome. Jace ate dinner. We were surrounded by a loving family. We had a good hospital to take him to for medicine, and nice people worked the holiday to care for our little Iron Man.
Thank goodness for emergency rooms.:)
