As I was walking along today on the brick sidewalks of Boston, I was reminded of the strong urge to live;survive, that is in all living things. I spotted a petunia, totally surrounded by hot bricks and mortar which had found it's way through one tiny little crack in order to reach sunlight and rain. It was bragging about it by showing off its' scarlet bloom. I believe I am witness to this miracle each day.
My most favorite Infectious disease dude was in today to let me know that Calebs' white blood count had dropped a dramatic 10 points from yesterday. This is magnificent news for us, coming much sooner than we expected. Caleb is still in danger at all times of contracting yet another infection, especially since he has so many lines running in and out, and that is why we donn the gowns and caps. I try to pass myself off as a surgeon as I walk down the hall. Hasn't worked yet!
So to celebrate this radical drop in numbers, I had a manicure and God if I didn't find myself checking out the veins of the Korean girl sitting across from me - Good for an IV line I found myself thinking.
Caleb still has a mystery collection of fluid in the frontal part of his brain and that will be the next thing which will be addressed - if it is old blood, it will absorb. If not- the unthinkable - surgery again in the same area. I cannot go there and if you wish to put your thoughts and energies into that area it would be good. He rests easily and last night we watched the Simpsons so that we would have some semblance of our real lives. A couple of people have requested an address which I believe goes something like this : Caleb Potter Mass General Hospital 55 Fruit St. Boston, Ma 02114. No need for a room number since we get moved so frequently. It is always nice to receive cards for him. I remain positive and grateful. Ever yours, mumsie