by Michael Wells
Today was the tale of 2 Brady’s. It was the best of times and it was well, the worst of times. First, the good; Sherrie told me, he had a hearty breakfast, he played with all his toys, he told her, that he wanted to go for a wagon ride and proceeded to put on his hat, surgical mask and sunglasses. He looked just adorable. He was doing so well, that Sherrie had arranged to have him disconnected from his IV machines for an hour of outside playtime with me.
Unfortunately, the worst of time started around 4:00pm and by time I arrived at the hospital his temperature was spiking at 102.4° and playtime was no longer on the schedule. He is now hooked up to a cardiac monitor as his heart rate is racing, running at rate of 190+ and there is concern about his breathing. He is in considerable discomfort and the morphine levels don’t seem to be sufficient. I absolutely hate this disease.
Sherrie and I don’t want him to go PICU but it’s going to be a close call. We’ve got to get this fever under control. More Tylenol is on the way and I pray it starts to work. Please forgive the brevity of this entry but I need to get back to the Bear.
I just got home. Brady’s temperature is down to 98 and his blood pressure is 94 over 53. Yeah, for Tylenol. I hope this stays for the rest of the night so Sherrie can get some rest.
Until tomorrow; prayers, hugs and good thoughts are totally welcomed.
“8 Years Later—Still No Cure for Pediatric Cancer” is a series of posts revisiting the journal kept by Sherrie and Michael Wells during the cancer diagnosis and treatment of their son, Brady Michael. Hopefully these entires will provide an understanding of the journey families face when dealing with these horrific diseases and of the important work the Hugs for Brady Foundation does.