This time honored time of wonder has its cautionary side for our family. Last night, when Jo Ann was disconnecting Pablo's antibiotic pump from his port, she noticed a small pool of blood on his pillow. She and Grady and I were up in P's mouth with a Maglite searching for the origin of the blood. We didn't want to assume it was his tooth. In fact, there was no blood on the tooth. It was a serious scene, prying open the mouth of our sleeping child. He didn't wake up - he's so used to people poking and prodding him during the night that it doesn't phase him.
We're back at CHLA to meet with Dr M. We assume this is a general meeting. We didn't know about it until this morning. We do know that P's blood counts are not high enough today to start that final four day run of chemo. But Jo Ann swears we'll be in the zone by the end of the week.