When it rains, it pours....

Just a warning this post is an update, a rant, and a little bit of a pity party...


Last Monday's celebration of my last chemo was short lived.  Tuesday Tristan woke up from his nap at 3:00 with the croup cough and by 5:45 we were in the ER because his breathing was so bad.  After being puked on three times there was a little confusion as to whom was the patient, Tristan or me, since I was now in a hospital gown and with the bald head people just weren't sure.  The ER staff was better this time around than the last time we were there with him, except for the IV fiasco.  The nurses couldn't decide where to put his IV or how to to do it.  The opted for the arm and blew his little vein.  That was fun!  They finally got it in his hand.  In the meantime, the admitting person was in the room wanting to know how we would be paying for this lovely visit.  Really?!!!

I just showed up to the ER with my sick two year old who can barely breath, has thrown up on me three times, and you want to know how I am paying!  WTF!!!  They really couldn't have waited until things settled down?  What is wrong with this system?!!

They decided to admit Tristan to the hospital for observation because the last time he got croup the sent us home and then we were right back at the ER and it was even worse.  So, he and I got to spend the night in PICU, which kind of freaked me out, but he was the only one there so it was nice.  He was discharge the following day and is doing much better.  Still has that wonderful cough!  

All while that was going on Atleigh was at the doctor because she had been sick too!  Horrible cough and all that good stuff.  So, both kids were sick and not feeling great.  By Friday, I felt like they were both well enough to go to school, thank goodness!  

On Saturday I woke up not feeling great, but really wasn't sure what it might be.  My chemo causes some crazy side effects, a shot I get causes some issues, so I just wasn't sure.  Well, as the day progressed things just got worse.  I just did not feel good.  By Saturday night I was running a fever.  I was scheduled for hydration on Sunday so I was just going to let the nurse asses me and see what was going on.

Sunday morning I was bad.  I felt HORRIBLE!  I was running a fever of 102.1 and my throat hurt.  And I was pissed.  I had just finished chemo, my sick kids were finally better, things were supposed to be going good and they weren't.

I went in for fluids and the doctor ordered blood work.  My counts were okay so I just got fluids and got sent home.  However, I was feeling even worse.  My fever kept going up and I knew it wasn't good.  The last time this happened I was put in the hospital.  

Monday morning I called my oncologist and was told to come in.  Sure enough my white count was super low and I was sick and no one even knows with what, just sick.  My fever was 102.9 and I spent the day in the chemo suite getting fluids and meds and trying to stay out of the hospital.  In the meantime, Tristan was back at the doctor for his check up because now his cough was even worse.  So, it was a great day!

Thankfully, I was not admitted to the hospital and I was sent home with some really strong antibiotics and instructions to not do anything.  I have been back at the chemo suite every day for extra fluids and meds.  I am finally feeling better, not great, but better.  And the kids are better too!

It's crazy what can happen in such a short time.  And as short lived as the celebration was and as upset as I was about everything there are a few good things that happened:

1) Tristan didn't have to spend any extra time in the hospital
2) Atleigh was only sick with a virus that passed rather quickly
3) I was not admitted to the hospital
4) Everyone is feeling better and we got to trick or treat last night

So, yes, when it rains it pours, and yes, the past week totally sucked, and yes, I am sick of having shitty weeks, and constantly needing help from other people, and yes, I am mad, and yes, I am tired of all of this, but in the end I am okay, and so is my family, and I am surrounded my people who love me and who want to help me and for that I am grateful!  Even if the past week totally sucked.