Sunday

After spending a couple hours at the zoo with the kids and Carl, I ran over to the hospital to see Mom and Dad for a couple more hours.

Nothing has changed from yesterday. Dad's numbers are bouncing around a bit and actually went down a tad today. Nothing drastic though, which is what I tried to tell my Mom. We're so focused on "numbers" all the time because it's the only indicator you have of what is going on inside Dad's body.

The floor doctor must have come back in at some point this morning because she told them that sometimes immature white cells escape the bones and float around a person's system disguising themselves as "blasts" (which are the leukemia cells), when really they aren't. Again, yesterday, Dad's blasts were at 1 - which is really low and consistent with the day before. It's very strange. The floor doctor did say that tomorrow, Dr. Westervelt (Dad's main doc) will be back and hopefully will have a plan of treatment for what we are dealing with now.

Dad's viral infection in his esophagus is better than the GVHD but still a challenge because as I am used to hearing at the pediatrician's office, "a virus has to run it's course". Antibiotics don't help with viruses, only bacterial infections.

In the meantime, Dad is still suffering nausea related symptoms and fatigue. Today he was very fatigued compared to yesterday when he seemed to have a little more pep to him.

More tomorrow! Enjoy your Sunday afternoon.