(Yeah - I know this is probably the best picture of myself that I have ever posted. Zack took an OK picture. The problem is the subject is so ugly.)
What bothers me the most about a situation like this is Zack and how he feels about it. The first question he asks me when he knows I feel bad is “Are you going to live Dad?” When Patty was in the hospital undergoing her bone marrow transplant and I had to go to the oncologist for the follow up appointments to their misdiagnosis of lymphoma – I always tried to avoid telling Zack where I was going. Patty and I were brutally honest with him about Patty’s situation with her leukemia. But when it came to having Patty being ill and me not feeling good or having to have some kind of doctor’s appointment I usually didn’t tell Zack until I was sure things were OK. I didn’t want him feeling like he was going to be an orphan – because trust me, back in the day of his major anxiety, he used to ask me about that a lot. The other tough thing about the situation is no matter how bad I feel, I need to take care of that little boy. Even with the way I am feeling I still had to make him dinner. At least to write the blog I can lie on the couch, but for most of the Zack related things – I have to get up and do some kind of work. But he is more important than me - I just want him to be healthy and happy.
I will also call Bonfils tomorrow morning and let them know about my situation. I don't want them giving my platelets and plasma to some one who could then get pick up an infection from me. The picture I included was a close up of the swelling on my face. If you look you can see my left side is definitely larger than the right side. Well – thanks for listening to me whine. Yep – I am whining and I hope I haven’t upset my readers by doing so. Thanks and peace to all!