So last week we got the reminder that it isn’t over until the fat doctor sings. Okay, Delaney’s doctor isn’t fat, but we were reminded to not take the finish line for granted. On Tuesday we noticed her lips were getting white around the edges. This isn’t uncommon as thanks to all of the steroids they have to take, thrush is pretty common in cancer kids. Although it was painful for Delaney, we weren’t terribly concerned. By Wednesday, her entire bottom lip was one giant painful blister. We were concerned because this could be indicative of low counts. Our fears were confirmed when we took her into clinic and they confirmed that her counts were barely above 500 (in comparison, ours are usually at about 2500). That meant she was very susceptible to catching anything that might be going around. It also meant that unless her counts improved, her very last chemo might have to be delayed.
Back to that not so fat doctor, we are very grateful for him and for his approach on treatment. He wants his patients to live as normal of lives as possible. He sometimes ignores the “book” and strict protocol that says when Delaney’s counts are low, a fever of even 100 degrees gets her admitted into the hospital because when her counts are so low, she can go south quickly. Instead he goes by how she is feeling and believes that sometimes it is better for the patient to rest at home in their own bed, than to be stuck in the hospital.
We were grateful for this when Friday morning we had to take her in with a fever of over 102. Her counts were still low and they thought she possibly now had pneumonia. After giving her IV fluids, antibiotics and observing her for a while, they sent her home. By that afternoon, we got the news that she also had the flu. That night, her fever was 103.5 and I started wondering if she wouldn’t be better off at the hospital. After over two years of battling, she was literally less than three weeks from being done, but apparently she wasn’t in the clear yet. While she rested, we prayed.
The next day, she was a back to her silly self. When she jumped up on the couch and started singing, “I’ve got flunesia” while shaking her little bum, we just laughted and knew she would be okay. Two and a half weeks and counting baby!!!