Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Come on White Blood Cells, I Need You

My blood cell counts are nearing their lowest levels.
Katelyn woke up with a raspy voice and a temperature of 99.9.

I'm so thankful Sheila is here for the next week. She will make it so much easier for me to avoid my daughter. Wow, that pronouncement sounds so wrong. (Katelyn, I love you, a lot, even though you don't cover your mouth when you cough.)

100.5's the magic number. That's the body temperature at which I'm supposed to contact the cancer center. It's also the number I'm hoping Katelyn's temperature stays under, which would suggest this is just a blip for her. It's hard to see her not feeling well. I can't imagine what it's been like for my parents this year.