Having just celebrated what is one of my very favorite
holidays of the year, I’m reflecting a little on thankfulness. It is 1:30AM as I sit here at Kosair Children’s
Hospital in my University of Kentucky lounge pants (real men don’t wear pajamas). My son has been a patient here on the
oncology floor for the last two weeks.
What we hoped would be a relatively uneventful round of chemo to treat
his leukemia relapse turned into a full blown septic infection in his
bloodstream as well as a fungal infection in his lungs. With no immunity because of the chemo
treatments, he has been in a very precarious position. It has taken constant care, constant
treatment, a herd of doctors and nurses, round-the-clock attention from his
mother and me, a can-do attitude from Brad, plus much prayer just to keep our
noses above the water line.
