So, here we are, at the hospital, getting platelets and a bunch of antibiotics. We're now a "risk of infection - stop at nurses' station for gown and mask" room. I'm not wearing that because, if I've got it, I've already been exposed. Whatever.
Last night was fine for us, once we got over the irritation and shock of the c diff diagnosis. I put away clothes, wrassled with the computer, and packed for the week. This morning, we had a choir exchange with a church in East Orange. That was fun, although if there's an incense shortage in Essex County, I know why.
I got to the hospital a little later than I normally would. Aunt M was there, so The Wife and I took the opportunity to go for a walk in the mall and engage in a little retail therapy. I bought some new clothes and some books.
The Wife is really bummed and burned out right now. It's a little overwhelming: we're going to be in the hospital until he's done with his next chemo session, which us a week from Tuesday - roughly ten days from now.
It's hard being away from home for that long. It's hard living out of a suitcase, and it's hard only getting to spend a little bit of time at home. And, as helpful as our respective families have been, it's a lot of pressure on us.
Now, add Baby Bear to the mix. What are we going to do with him? G- only knows. That's immensely stressful.
My turn with The Boy again tonight. It should be fine.