Despite all of that, Cameron was an absolute star! He never once complained. During the short times that he was conscious, I would ask him if he was OK and he would always nod and say, "yes Mommy, I kay". I asked him if anything hurt and he said that his head had an "owie" and he asked me to kiss it better. This child's strength never ceases to amaze me! At one point, while the doctor was in Cameron's room examining him, I asked Cameron if he would like something to eat, he shook his head, "no". I offered him his bottle and again he said "no", I was concerned that he had not eaten in days and had hardly had anything to drink, when I asked him if there was anything at all he wanted, he looked at me and said "a beer"!!! Thinking I had obviously misheard him, I said "do you mean you want your teddy bear", "No Mommy!! A BEER!!" he said and pointed at the bottle of Sprite on the counter. I think the nurse was getting ready to call child welfare, because she didn't seem to believe me that Frank and I rarely drink. I have no idea where he got it from, but it certainly made me feel a bit happier that he wanted to drink something, even if he was demanding an adult beverage in a children's hospital.
As hard as it was to watch him feeling so terrible, I know things could have gone a lot worse. Most of the children receiving this treatment eventually have to be transferred to the ICU, to be treated for fluid in their lungs or blood pressure issues that the medication can cause - Cameron managed to stay on the Aflac Cancer Unit the entire time. Also, more than half of the patients getting Antibody Therapy, especially during the second and fourth rounds, get too sick to receive a full dose of the medication. Cameron got ALL of it! I am so proud of him, I could burst.
By Sunday, Cameron was feeling much better. He was holding his oxygen saturation at 96% and had been weaned off the Morphine. His fevers were gone and the rash was better. He was discharged late on Sunday afternoon and by the time he got home he was almost back to his usual chatty self. He tucked into James' discarded spaghetti and meatballs dinner and had a good long soak in the bath tub. After a good night's sleep, he was up to all his old tricks again today and talking more than ever.
Cameron leaving the hospital |
Other than all of that, I am looking forward to the children starting preschool next Monday, they will both be attending 3 mornings a week. It's going to be so good for them to get back into the school routine and spend some time with other kids!