Sorry I didn't write this morning. The panic was so bad that I just didn't have it in me.
Yesterday was pretty grim. We've been hit with a two-day snowstorm, and yesterday my family couldn't make it down to stay with my younger son.
There is no way I'm going to take him down to the hospital with all the sick people. He's in the target age range of the young men in critical condition, and I don't want him near it.
So I stayed home, and Hubby drove down from the mountains to sit with Big Kid.
Kitty, Big Kid's girlfriend, lives in the city and was there before Hubby. Big Kid took a turn for the worse, and the doctor I talked about a post or so ago (brilliant doctor---not-so-brilliant social skills) mistook her for me (his mother) and laid it on her. She wasn't quite able to comprehend what he was saying, except that it was very very bad, and called me in hysterics.
Which of course, set me off. When Hubby got there, he had to calm her down, find the doctor to get information, and calm me down too. Except there wasn't much to be calm about. Bless his heart, he stayed with Big Kid until late into the night until he was stable again.
Anyhoo, we got two feet of snow, the roads are awful, we just got back from spending the day with him, and there's a bit of hope. There is a tiny, tiny improvement in his left lung which has been the worst.
My mantra for today is "Where there's life, there's hope."
Thank you all again for all your thoughts and prayers.