Waiting For Neutrophils

These damned Monocytes are very fickle. Up and down, up and down, like teenagers. Or, like Ashton. Hell, like ME. If all goes well, we will be sprung by day 33 this time. However, this room confinement is enough to make a grown man cry on Round Two. I already dread Round Three and God … [Read more…]

Looking Forward

After having a very beautiful ceremony with my daughter in Winnetka and spending some funny, funny times with both my older children (back-to-back Simpsons with B.), I am back in Dayton after pulling an all-nighter with my mother. We arrived around 3:15am in order to grab some sleep to be somewhat conscious for my appointment … [Read more…]

C’mon, baby.

Fever. Mouth Ulcers. Monocytes. Platelets. shaking. Which of these things are not like the other? Monocytes. I am no longer bothering with punctuation or sentence structure. I am asking my brother to structure this tired thing. mon·o·cyte /ˈmɒnəˌsaɪt/ Show Spelled [mon–uh-sahyt] noun /Cell Biology . This is a large, circulating white blood cell formed in … [Read more…]

Sleepy Skin

Pale. Circles under eyes. “My skin is sleepy”.  That’s basically both Ashton and me, but he’s the one with the terminal illness. I have Mom-of patient-disease. The medicine he was given is non-addictive and was not expected to have an effect but has clearly done so before the expected three day anticipation. I am not … [Read more…]

Swinging on The Mood Swing

Too bad mood swings don’t come in different colors throughout the day. Ashton’s would be so beautiful. Picture a fireworks display of colors and include the sound of the fireworks. Yesterday, I agreed to put him on a new medication to help him control his need to control. After all, what CAN he control right … [Read more…]

A Beeper Date

What a funny little day this was! It was Blue Dog’s birthday and this may get boring for some of you but in the animal world of stuff, this is very important. ( Now, I will get a comment about how boring this blog is. Get over it.) Blue dog turned three and Ashton and … [Read more…]

Hot.

Is it hot in here or is it just Ashton? Yeah. We finally tipped over in to sick mode. Not as bad as last time, but he “flirts with fever” and then spikes it over the net right when it’s my turn to go home for a night. Therefore, I feel sufficiently guilty. After all, … [Read more…]

Party in The Playroom

Dr. Dole (pronounced Doh-lay) gave Ashton a hall pass yesterday. As he looks and feels remarkably well, my mom took him outside, which is actually better than inside ANYWHERE in a hospital, if you ask me. She call and asked me to look out the window and wave. There was Ashton running down the sidewalk … [Read more…]