A flicker..

D+16: When Elijah saw a cloud the size of a man’s fist in the distance, it was the first sign of the downpour to come. So it is for Fabian, as a flicker in his counts yesterday indicated the presence of fledgling white blood cells and a rise in neutrophils. Cells have grown! This was rather short-lived as it has fallen back again to zero but nevertheless the doctors who “aren’t promising anything” say it looks positive. He’s continuing to struggle with frequent vomiting, mild temperatures and general lethargy. Today he needed yet another platelet transfusion as well as red blood. One wonders how the body can accommodate such increases in fluids. He recently told me his wish was “to be myself again” which everyone, I know, will be hoping for him. Lydia has gone home for a couple of days to recharge and will no doubt miss the cleanliness and order of Room 9! Her 24/7 dedication to caring for Fabian is unstinting.
It’s half term and the children are home, glad of the chance to lie-in especially on these cold mornings. We’re probably at the mid point of Fabian’s time in isolation. It’s felt like a time warp in which the world is passing by whilst we are in groundhog day. All downhill now..