On Sunday, August 1st, we had to take Luke to the emergency room. Part of the protocol for Luke is that if he ever has a temperature of 101 or more, he must go to the emergency room to be seen. Since Luke's leukemia diminishes his ability to fight off infections, and since chemotherapy also diminishes his immunity, any sign of infection is treated aggressively. For a brief moment, I found myself starting to feel a little "angry" at God. Despair shows its face every once in a while folks. Thankfully, I quickly got over it. God brought Luke to us, and he will take care of him (and us). There's a purpose that is to be fulfilled, and thinking that way gets us through (sometimes). It ain't easy, though.
Nonetheless, they sent us home the same day, basically telling us it seems like a virus of some kind, but not bacterial, so we could go home and watch him. His temperature went down. Praise God. The next few days, we have see some congestion, sneezing, and coughing, but he is looking good right now, with the ever-so-slightest cough. He is great spirits, running around (full-speed), kicking the soccer ball, drinking well, eating well, and excreting well (no need to elaborate, right?).
We are praying vigorosly that the infection he is fighting leaves his body, and also, to clear his lungs.
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