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I'm writing this post with my feet propped up on dad's hospital bed. We've been reading posts on pancreatic cancer message boards and watching CBS Sunday Morning. We've had an eventful Christmas. Dad woke up with a fever Christmas morning. That did not stop him from showering us with gifts and praise around the beautifully lit Christmas tree. He did not want to miss the family gathering at John and Laura's, so he insisted on taking some Tylenol and going. We had a nice lunch, but dad obviously did not feel well. Mom took him home early. His temp spiked, resulting in a Christmas trip to the ER. His temp rose to 103.1, and he was having pain and fatigue. Anything over 100.5 is considered alarming in dad's current condition.
His labs looked pretty good at the ER, which was encouraging since his WBC count was down to 2.0 at his oncology visit Tuesday. Because his labs were within the normal range and there was no obvious source of infection, they admitted him to SE hospital to monitor him and to place him on a continuous flow of broad spectrum antibiotics. I drove mom home and Tim spent an uncomfortable Christmas night in a luxurious pull out plastic covered chair in dad's corner "suite." Impressive was the bright yellow bathroom in the "suite." I was reading in this morning's paper that yellow is making quite a comeback in 2009. Evidently Southeast Hospital is quite en vogue.
He was feeling much better on Friday, and even better on Saturday. However, his WBC went from 4.8 on Thursday to 3.4 on Saturday, and this morning were down to 2.9. This is not an overly concerning level, but it is concerning that the level continues to drop. RBC are hovering at 9ish, so they may want to give him a blood transfusion next week.
The doctor was in this morning and told us all of the cultures came back negative, which is great. Though, we still don't know what caused the fever and associated symptoms. They are discharging him today; so he is thrilled. We just need to monitor his WBC....so, as much as dad loves everyone coming by for visits...if you have a cold or have been around anyone with the flu or other illness, please call him rather than dropping by. (He won't like it that I wrote that...sorry Dad....just being protective).
Don't feel bad that we spend part of Christmas in the hospital. We had a wonderful Christmas eve. We cooked and baked, watched A Christmas Story, played games, relaxed, ate, ate, and ate. It was truly what a holiday should be. It was a treat for us all to see Benjamin really get into the Christmas spirit. He exercised his true right to toddlerhood by getting into absolutely every shiny, wrapped, glittery, sweet Christmas treat he could get his little fingers on....including peanut butter fudge.....which nearly gave his nutritional nazi of a mother a stroke.
Mom taught Ben all of the names of the characters in the nativity. It's so sweet...instead of Mary and Joseph, Ben says, "Baby Jesus mommy" and "Baby Jesus daddy." Once, when mom was "quizzing" him on the characters, he pointed to a wise man and said, "Baby Jesus daddy"......we all agreed that he was trying to start quite the scandal!!
Children are the best type of medicine, and dad agrees that being around Ben makes him feel better. We brought Ben up to dad's hospital room. He tried to "bounce bounce" on the hospital bed, but was very disappointed in the firmness of the mattress....but not nearly as disappointed as dad, I'm sure. I'll try to post a video later.
We will go see Dr. Sorscher, dad's oncologist, Tuesday. He will complete another CBC and determine if he can get a gemzar treatment and if he needs a transfusion. As of Tuesday, the plan was to get three more gemzar treatments, then to get another CT scan. We're not sure if the events of the last few days have changed the course of the treatment/scans or not.
As always, dad tries to stay as positive as possible. However, even the most optimistic soul could not escape at least a little blow given the most recent circumstances. To be very honest, this disease is cruel and devastating and creates symptoms, emotions, and circumstances that no one should have to endure. Having said that, there are blessings to be found in every experience. We realize that there people suffering more and suffering less, but that God is with us all. We realize that time is the most valuable human resource. We realize that some paths are completely unpredicted and unappealing, but the direction is not ours to choose. It's easy for me to make these observations because I am not in the hospital bed. I might feel differently if I were. Perspective is everything.
I'm rambling....we are so humbled by the continued outpouring of love, support, and prayers. We are so deeply grateful for every single prayer, every single card and visit, and every single piece of peanut butter fudge.
Happy New Year to all of you.
Love,
Angie
