It's a little over a week since chemo and it's the weekend. Jackie really doesn't feel well. I'm not sure what to do. Sometimes I wonder if she's becoming a hypochondriac (although she certainly has reason to feel bad and to question her health). I don't want to encourage her every little ache and pain to be blown out of proportion. However in this case I take her temperature and it's 102. That's reason to call the doctor. I call and the answer is "Come down to the hospital", "Yeah, but", "Bring her in now". No arguing with that, especially since it's not her regular doctor, but another doctor in the practice, and it's the one who figured out the Reglan problem.

After all, you'll see them. We got to the hospital and went to the emergency room (it's the only way to see the doctor. They took a blood sample, and Jackie really felt poorly. She must have looked it too, as the nurse was concerned. Of course, she also had the obligatory chest x-ray that for some reason hospitals make whenever you walk through the door.

The doctor saw the blood counts and said "You're staying here." "By the way," she adds, "it's for a week." A week! I wasn't prepared for that. A week of antibiotics. A week on an IV. Jackie wasn't happy, and neither was I. This was upsetting our little routine.

Be prepared. I had to figure out how to handle our daughter, fortunately for me it was her spring break (unfortunately for her). How to get to work, how to visit Jackie, how to go on a business trip. Overload. I'm afraid I lost my coaching perspective and got more worried about myself than I was about Jackie. Fortunately for me, she got mad at me and knocked some sense back into me. I felt bad that I hadn't even gotten her a get well card. Here I was worried about me, when she was the one stuck in the hospital room. On the other hand I think this was the biggest private hospital room I had ever seen. It was in the almost sterile area that the hospital had created when they had had a bone marrow transplant program, and since the objective was to prevent infection, there was only one person in the room. At least this way Lauren had a big room to spend her spring break in. Poor kid.