Call in the troops. All of them.
It was bad enough to return to the hospital, even worse to find out Dominic is dealing with PTLD but we never thought we'd wind up back in the intensive care unit.
Then again we've come to expect the unexpected.
The one drug that is supposed to treat PTLD caused an allergic reaction Wednesday that included a fever of 40.2 C, shakes and intense pain.
They gave him Demerol, which is even stronger than morphine. They did scans and found an unknown mass behind his throat. They pumped him full of fluids.
Meanwhile I was trying to finish up at work and get to Calgary as soon as I could.
By the time I arrived at my parents' place he was being moved to the ICU. I immediately went to the hospital and slept in his prior room on Unit 1 instead.
Neither he nor Trish slept at all. There were X-rays, more tubes, more drugs. Walking back to his room in the ICU this morning I was greeted by the sight of a dozen nurses and doctors in bright yellow gowns huddled around his crib. This is the front line.
They were putting a breathing tube down his throat. They pulled up fluid from his lungs.
He still needs to get the medication which brought all of this on. He seems to be able to handle low doses of it.
The hope is his breathing problem is merely a side effect from the reaction and will go away. The hope is that the lump has the same explanation.
The fear is that we don't know.