Well, life has a funny way of changing my plans for life:
Eric is home from school for a second day.
Lab work at 9 am, doctors appointment at 11 am.
That is where the day started to unravel. The doctor asked me how I felt and I was honest. I felt tired, dry mouth and my big toe was infected. Once he took a look at my toe - everything changed and became more stressful.
Plan of action: delay chemo with one week, antibiotics for 10 days, emergency visit to orthopedics to remove said toe nail.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. NOT any of the things I had planned for.
The removal of the toe nail was painful as all hell even though I had my eyes closed and was given some sort of sedative to calm my crazy nerves. I survived it and was hoping when I got home to have time to rest and reflect.
Got home at 4 p.m. and went in to see Eric. He had been puking all day and could not get up from the bed without my help, he was pale as a ghost, dehydrated and had huge black circles under his eyes. Now I knew all was not right with him.
I had been given strong painkillers so my sister had to drive us right back to the hospital with Eric in the back seat - puking but asking for more water.
We got to emergency room at Astrid Lindgrens Childrens Hospital and Eric could only lay there on the chairs. My foot was killing me so I laid on the other chairs. Once they took us to ask questions and I said the answers, the nurse scooped him up in her arms and ran into the emergency section calling after several doctors.
In less than 5 minutes, the doctor had taken a sample of his blood and tells us he has diabetes. I am in shock. The next half hour is 8 or 9 doctors or nurses pumping stuff into him through both arms, as he was not responding as he should. It was diabetic ketoacidosis. It was a close call. After an hour and a half, we were moved up to the children's intensive care unit so they could start the diabetes protocol to get him back on track. I had called Peter and he was on his way home from London and he arrived at the hospital at 1 a.m. I got home at 2 a.m. and slept for 4 hours.
LIFE is turned upside down! But we are not giving up!
He will be in the hospital for a week and we as a family will learn how the new reality will be for all of us.
So, I still have cancer, my foot is killing me and I hobble along slowly, chemo is delayed which messes up the moving plans and I am still bald.
The nurses in the ICU loved the chocolate chip cookies that I brought for them today. It was the least I could do for them helping to save my son's life.
LOVED. GRATEFUL. KICKING CANCER'S ASS. KICKING DIABETES ASS. FAMILY.