Ushering in The New Year in The Hospital

Well, we managed to stay out of the hospital for Christmas, which was exactly what we wanted and all that we hoped for. Be that as it may, New Year's day was just spent at the hospital.

Katie had a New Year's eve chemotherapy appointment yesterday. The night before, she had run a low fever while sleeping and then vomited just once and only a very small amount that morning. That was our first sign that something wasn't right.

She received her scheduled chemotherapy and the doctors checked her over from head to toe while waiting for the blood counts to come back. The counts came back quickly and with disappointing results yet again. Katie's ANC had dropped again to 140. The doctor found nothing wrong with Katie other than her chapped lips which we explained had developed rapidly in just the last day. There was no explanation for the low grade fever, the vomiting, or the low ANC.

In the not so distant back of my mind I was starting to wonder if maybe the leukemia was coming back, but it was a fear that I didn't really want to address. However, I asked the question anyway. What could be causing all of this? The answer was that they don't know, but a resurgence of leukemia cells could potentially be responsible. The doctors want to pull some bone marrow Monday morning to see if that is the case. On the other hand, other possibilities do exist. Another is that the bone marrow may not be working correctly. Apparently, it is possible to permanently kill off certain functions of the bone marrow while leaving other functions fully operational. They want to study her marrow to make sure that the cells responsible for making neutrophils are still alive and well. The consequences of dysfunctional marrow are not something that I want to think about right now. Of course, there is also the ever present explanation that Katie could just be fighting off something that we haven't detected yet. That explanation, unfortunately, was starting to wear thin.

However, this morning, after another night of low grade fevers, we glimpsed a potential light at the end of the tunnel. This particular tunnel gets a little darker before it gets lighter. Katie woke up with a massive sore in her mouth and lips that look like the shed skin of a garter snake. If you want a closer look, click on the picture to the right. I uploaded the full sized picture for those of you who want a real good close-up.

This infection is a good thing. Finally, she has a real infection! Here is something that is treatable and potentially causing Katie's neutropenia. That is the upside; the light at the end of the tunnel. If this sore is finally identified as a manifestation of a systematic infection then that could be her only problem. Her marrow could be fine. Her leukemia could still be in remission. Things could still be OK.

But remember, the tunnel gets darker before it gets lighter. Katie is still neutropenic. She also now has a definite infection. That means she is now a resident at Fletcher Allen Hospital until the infection is under control and her ANC recovers. She was admitted today, New Year's day, and is now back in her old room again on the fifth floor of the Baird wing. Because of the open sore and the neutropenia, she will not be allowed to go to the play room and enjoy herself. She will be confined to an isolated room with Amy for the next few days unless she wears a protective mask and then she is only allowed to take a walk in the hall but not to touch anything. Nobody wants Katie to pass on whatever she has to the other children on the floor.

Katie is not all that happy about being back in the hospital. It was a surprise to all of us and she was not mentally prepared for it. She fought with the nurses as they accessed her port this afternoon and then went into a quite, protective state in which she ignores the world around her and just shuts down. She stares quietly off into space or at the TV but will not interact with the doctors or nurses. She even ignored Grandpa Art and Grandma Kathy when they came to visit tonight. I was able to perk her up a little when I called the room tonight to wish her a good night. At least she talked to me. Hopefully, this will be a short stay and the doctors will get this infection under control quickly.

I'm still anxiously waiting for the bone marrow test Monday, but I'm hoping this infection is the real source of her troubles and the end to some of our worries.