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oh man
i don't even know where to start.
these last few weeks have been extremely taxing and frustrating. my brother, christopher, has been in the hospital for the past three weeks. three weeks. he's never been in that long, but he's also never been this sick. he was admitted to the pediatric icu at medical city down in dallas on the 11th, for pneumonia. he's a sickly child, so it really hit him hard this time... he stayed in the icu for about a week, where he was really showing improvement- so they moved him down to a regular room and we all thought he'd be going home soon. some routine tests were run this last saturday, and they found alot of fluid in his right lung that needed to be drained immediately. so he went into surgery, everything went great, and the doctors were saying how much of an improvement chris will make after this. well, it didn't... he went into respiratory distress on sunday, admitting him back into icu and draining almost three times the fluid from the same lung as they did on saturday. the doctors aren't really sure whats wrong, so they're doing a bronchioscopy (i think thats it) tomorrow to really get down in there and see whats wrong.
this terrifies me... the thought of him going into surgery again and having all this invasive work done just gives me chills. he can't tell the doctors whats wrong, or whats hurting... thats the worst part. its so painful to see him cry every time he coughs, to see him hooked up to multiple iv's, PICC lines, a BiPAP, everything... just tears me up inside. i've been in this empty house for three weeks now, and i hate it. he should be here, he should be playing and clapping and tearing up all my stuff just for the hell of it.
this is hard.
i know some of you know him, and some of you have no idea what i'm talking about. he's the sweetest kid you'll ever meet, he just needs alot of good thoughts right now. he needs to be better than "stable". i haven't really said anything about it because i assumed he would just get better, like every other time he gets sick. but i'll try to update if i can, and talk about whats going on.
for now, i'm going to eat some ice cream and fold laundry. sugars and starches have been my comfort food. :(
i don't even know where to start.
these last few weeks have been extremely taxing and frustrating. my brother, christopher, has been in the hospital for the past three weeks. three weeks. he's never been in that long, but he's also never been this sick. he was admitted to the pediatric icu at medical city down in dallas on the 11th, for pneumonia. he's a sickly child, so it really hit him hard this time... he stayed in the icu for about a week, where he was really showing improvement- so they moved him down to a regular room and we all thought he'd be going home soon. some routine tests were run this last saturday, and they found alot of fluid in his right lung that needed to be drained immediately. so he went into surgery, everything went great, and the doctors were saying how much of an improvement chris will make after this. well, it didn't... he went into respiratory distress on sunday, admitting him back into icu and draining almost three times the fluid from the same lung as they did on saturday. the doctors aren't really sure whats wrong, so they're doing a bronchioscopy (i think thats it) tomorrow to really get down in there and see whats wrong.
this terrifies me... the thought of him going into surgery again and having all this invasive work done just gives me chills. he can't tell the doctors whats wrong, or whats hurting... thats the worst part. its so painful to see him cry every time he coughs, to see him hooked up to multiple iv's, PICC lines, a BiPAP, everything... just tears me up inside. i've been in this empty house for three weeks now, and i hate it. he should be here, he should be playing and clapping and tearing up all my stuff just for the hell of it.
this is hard.
i know some of you know him, and some of you have no idea what i'm talking about. he's the sweetest kid you'll ever meet, he just needs alot of good thoughts right now. he needs to be better than "stable". i haven't really said anything about it because i assumed he would just get better, like every other time he gets sick. but i'll try to update if i can, and talk about whats going on.
for now, i'm going to eat some ice cream and fold laundry. sugars and starches have been my comfort food. :(