I can't believe it's October already. Missing all of August in the outside world continues to mess me up.
Eric ended up having a pretty rough Sunday. His head was killing him all day and he took pain meds multiple times and then ended up throwing up 3x as well. He didn't feel nauseous at all, but he does just randomly vomit fairly often.
Monday his headache only required one dose of pain meds and he didn't throw up at all, but he was still very congested from his cold and not feeling great, so didn't make it to school.
Tuesday we had clinic. Eric was still a little headache-y and still congested, but his Oncologist said his lungs sounded the best they have in months!!! Eric's counts were okay - for an oncology patient - except his platelets of course, so he got his platelet transfusion and off we went. It was nice to have a "normal" 3 hour platelet appointment, without extra scans, blood transfusions, or other delays.
Wednesday was Truth and Reconciliation Day so no school. Eric had plans for a Pokémon trading hang with a couple of friends on Sunday, but they were all sick, so we'd rescheduled for Wednesday afternoon. Eric had been looking forward to it for days and had his binders all ready to go! We're still working on building up his strength and endurance from that long hospital stay, so we walked to his friend's house at the end of the street. After dropping him off, I dragged Chuck and Joel out for a walk on Shoreline Trail in Port Moody. It was a beautiful day and the path was very busy with walkers, runners, bicyclists and even a couple of rollerbladers, and there were lots and lots of orange shirts on display. A couple days before, Eric had told me that kids eat free at Boston Pizza for September and it's his favourite restaurant so we should go there before the end of September, so when we picked him up from his friend's house, we headed to BP for dinner. We actually had the worst service, but it was still nice family time.
Friday morning we had clinic again. Our clinic day this week was supposed to be Wednesday, but because of the holiday, we ended up having to go twice instead. Everything was going so well - the port access, the blood work, and maybe 20 minutes later the platelets arrived. Two nurses checked the bag and then the nurse was priming them, and all the while we were were talking about how the platelets were a weird colour, different from what we were used to. Just as she was finishing priming them, before connecting them to Eric's line, I said "they're psoralen treated, right?" She checked and the tag actually didn't say that. It usually says "psor" but this one didn't, so she called Transfusion Medicine (TML) and the tech says oh right, I forgot about that requirement for him. WHAT?!?!
Eric is allergic to platelets and has had some really bad reactions in the past. What stopped the reactions was him having pre-meds (antihistamines) in advance AND having platelets that were "washed" which is what they do to remove any lingering proteins from when whole blood is separated into its components. We had to wait while they washed the platelets in the lab, which took forever and was a nightmare when he was actively bleeding post transplant. However, not too long after Eric's first relapse, they started using psoralen treated platelets instead. I have actually never looked up what that is, but the doctors assured me that it's just a new/better/easier method for making them non-reactive and after Eric didn't have any reactions with a few bags of psoralen treated platelets, I accepted that. At first, we would sometimes have to wait for psoralen treated platelets, but at some point, years ago, the hospital started psoralen treating all the platelets and we didn't have to wait and I didn't have to worry about if Eric's platelets had been psoralen treated. So I have no idea what happened on Friday, but TML had sent some platelets for Eric that were not psoralen treated and not washed and likely would have caused an allergic reaction. Then, after they were the ones who made the mistake, they wouldn't release a new bag of platelets, until they got the first bag back. Platelets are delicate and can't be tubed, so a porter has to pick them up. I guess the porters were busy because one didn't come for half an hour to take the platelets back to TML and then TML finally released the new bag, with a different porter of course, because why would anything at the hospital be efficient. It took 55 minutes to get the new bag of platelets. Eric was livid having waited around all that time. It was a bit of a longer appointment than normal, but really it is the expectation that we were going to have a quick appointment when the first bag of platelets arrived so quickly, only to have those hopes dashed watching the minutes tick by while you wait and wait.
Meanwhile, we'd been planning to go to the Sunshine Coast for the weekend, but when Eric woke up still feeling pretty miserable from this cold, he and I discussed whether or not it was wise to take him a ferry ride away from the hospital. The Sechelt Hospital was very good to us when we had that emergency in August, but we really don't want a repeat of that. In the end it was Eric who decided that he shouldn't go; it felt too much like tempting fate. Through a variety of discussions all day, we decided that Joel and I would go to the Sunshine Coast for the weekend while Chuck and Eric stayed home. This is quite a departure from the norm for us; usually it's me and Eric, and Chuck and Joel partnered up. Joel and I have had a lovely weekend on the coast; the weather has been beautiful and we did a hike on Saturday and had lots of relaxing time. Back in the city, Chuck took Eric to approximately one bajillion trading card stores on Saturday in search of Pokémon cards and then they had White Spot and watched a Spiderman movie in the evening. Eric tells me it was a great day!
Today, October 4th, is Millie's 5th birthday - Happy Birthday, Millie!!! - and the 4th anniversary of Eric's diagnosis. We didn't actually know his specific diagnosis on this day, but this is the day that our family doctor called after receiving the results of Eric's bloodwork from the previous day and told me that it looked like he had leukemia and to pack a bag and go to Children's Hospital. It was the day I called my mom in Spain and asked her to come home. The day I called Chuck's mom and asked her to come to our house so she could pick up Joel after school. The day I called Chuck at work and told him it was an emergency and to come home right away. The day I hung up on someone at my work mid Zoom call. It was the first time we'd ever been to Children's Hospital. It was only the second time taking one of my kids to the ER; Joel got stitches when he was 3. It was the day that the ER doctor told me, in a shocked tone of voice, "his hemoglobin is 50" and I said that I didn't know what that meant. It's the day Eric had his first blood transfusion, and his second. It's the day one nurse inserted an IV while he vomited on the second nurse holding his arm still. It's the day I learned that intra-nasal Midazolam has the opposite effect on Eric, not calming. The day I learned that the ER hall lights are too bright and they never turn them down. It was the first night either of my kids had stayed overnight in hospital since their birth. The first of many. And also the first of many nights that I would sit beside Eric's bed, not sleeping, just watching him.











