My ever dramatic, hypochondriac husband woke up with a fever. He felt cruddy, but headed off to work. Within 24 hours, the toddler sprouted a fever followed by the 6 year old vomiting. Awesome. One week left of school and we get hit with a stomach virus. Owen missed two days of school. Elliott and I held out the longest, but that Sunday night it took Elliott by storm and she was up vomiting all night. Finally I woke up with the crud Monday. All the while Scott was still sporting a fever. Nothing else, just a fever. By Monday afternoon I felt fine. Elliott recovered quickly and the boys were back to their normal shenanigans. My mom arrived in town for a few days of end of year celebrations. All the while Scott is still running a fever and is 100% worn out. By Wednesday, I was starting get suspicious and agreed he needed to head to the dr. He headed off to urgent care. He was set up with fluids and told he has a bad virus. He was advised to rest for two day. No work, just rest. He listened. Thursday. Friday. All rest. Saturday we left the house and enjoyed a few farmers markets and a walk. That evening his fever shot up again and he started sweating though the sheets. Sunday morning we wanted to go back in and find some relief.
Our amazing friend were 100% willing to come and hang out with the kids. I headed in with Scott and thankfully the ER was super slow. We were brought back right away and started telling them the history. Fevers for two week, exhaustion, night sweats...they started running several blood tests. It was insane. I counted 7 viles of blood and two bottles. Yes, bottles. They look just like small Tabasco bottles.We sat and just waited. Then suddenly, I noticed something. The demeanor of our staff changed. When our nurse cam back in she was nervous, she told us not to be alarmed but our doctor was on the phone with the hematologist oncologist. I do not think I know one person that would not be alarmed. She left the room and we just started at each other. I can't remember exactly what was said next but something to the effect of "oncology means cancer doctor right?". Yep. it sure does. Shortly after that little bomb, the doctor returned. He explained that some of the blood work that was coming in was showing cancer type indicators. He wanted to talk it through with the oncologist and told us basically they had done all the ER could do and that we needed to see the oncologist asap. We left with a stack of lab sheets and the card for Dr. Keefe, Hematologist Oncologist.
*I will return shortly. I am going to enjoy a morning stroll with my little girl and grab a coffee.*
...ok, so it is now 10:15 pm and I am exhausted! Guess there will be a part II coming soon!













































