Tye didn't get a fever after round 5 of chemo. We thought we were going to be home until we left for San Francisco for his MIBG Radiation Therapy. Well we were wrong. 3 days before we left Tye got a fever. We took him to the ER at Primarys and they ran tests and sent us home on an antibiotic and said his counts were high enough that he would be able to fight the infection on his own.
Everything was fine until the next morning when we got a call from the hospital at 5 am saying that we needed to get to the hospital fast because his blood cultures were growing some sort of staff infection. So back to the hospital we went. After a couple of days of trying to find out what was wrong they found a blood infection in his central line and he was scheduled for surgery to have his line removed on Saturday June 14.
Roy was at the hospital with Tye that day and I was getting ready to head to the hospital when I realized that Max was not feeling well. Since me and Roy were leaving on Sunday for San Francisco I decided to take him to the doctors office. While at the doctors office we realized that his oxygen levels were in the 60's and they sent us to Primary's in an ambulance. We could not get a hold of Roy because he was in the waiting room while Tye was in surgery.
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| Max at the Doctors office trying to get his oxygen levels up |
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| Ambulance ride to the hospital |
So at this point they got Max stable and admitted him to the third floor. So we had Max on the third floor with pneumonia, Tye on the fourth floor with a bad blood infection and his line being removed and a flight to catch the next morning to San Francisco for Tye's radiation therapy. That was a crazy night. Grandpa stayed the night with Tye, Grandma stayed the night with Max, the rest of us had to get packed to go out of town and Tye's doctors were scrambling to get him stable to catch a flight to the hospital in San Francisco. We ended up canceling our morning flight on Sunday to give Tye some extra time to get more antibiotics and flew standby later that night. Abbie got us tickets and her friends at Delta got us on the flight and we were escorted to the flight by the pilot himself. It all meant a lot to us. We realized how many wonderful people there are in the world and how many people are so willing to help us.
We left Primary Children's hospital with Max still admitted and flew to San Francisco to check right back in to the hospital there. That was for sure a stressful few days. We wouldn't have been able to do it without friends and family coming to our rescue.
