” Mom! I feel the air!”
He’s not allowed to feel the sun, yet.
But the air! Man, we rolled those windows down and warm air rushed him and he was smiling. He was looking. He was feeling.
The air outside is clean. O’ to be away from the hospital germs! I just want to bake him in the sun. Wash him in the rain.
We have to be careful of the sun as Chemo makes one ultra-sensitive to the rays. We stayed in the shade and smelled the grass being mowed. He said he was cold.
But, no fever. I asked my friend to get us a thermometer like the ones they have at the hospital. If he goes to 101, we go back. Well, we go back anyway, but I want to stretch this out as long as we can. I am nervous.
He has slept all night, only waking twice for me. We have home care coming on Friday and if I knew what day today was I might be comforted by that. In the meantime, I need to flush him with Heparin, give him new Chlorhexadine baths and start brushing his teeth and give him a sitz bath while he is wrapped in saran wrap and figure out where we can’t go. Somehow I want to make him clean but he cannot be submerged. Where is the nurse?
I guess I’m it.
We will get to all of that. Today we focus on the air.