When you’re a mom it’s hard to complain about someone serving you a hot breakfast in bed, and cleaning up when you’re done. That’s the kinda thing dreams are made of.
So I’m really trying to be grateful for the “room service” here at Casa Woodstock. After feeling unwell all week I spiked a fever yesterday afternoon and have been admitted again with febrile neutropenia. I am unable to get the shots I had last time, and unsure what this means for treatment going forward.
When I left yesterday all three of the kids were in tears. It broke my heart, but I kept a smile on saying mommy was ok and I’d see them soon.