Mommy and Pablo walking down that old familiar Emergency Department hallway. This time we won't be going home - P's while blood count is zero. His platelets are low as well - below 5000. Those two things, together with a fever of 101+, means he has to be put on an industrial-strength antibiotic.
Jo Ann says we will be here for five days. That rings a bell to me, but I disagreed with her because I do not want to accept that that is our fate. I want to cry. Nothing busts my serenity and gratitude quite like this.