well, we’re on day 22 here in ye olde children’s hospital. we were supposed to go last week, but even before we were discharged sarah spiked a fever that wouldn’t go down…this seems to be her MO, and her “team” is trying to figure out if there’s some way to prevent it or if it’s just a thing that’s going to happen.
This is our longest hospital stay so far. She’s spent 61 of the 70 days since her diagnosis in the hospital…an eternity, it feels like.
My sister–who I will, someday, I hope, write a post about (right now, four and a half months after her death, i still find it hard to say her name, let alone write anything about her)–spent a lot of her life in the hospital. Probably more time in the hospital than out of it, and there was always this kind of strange feeling that I could perceive after she came home from the hospital, even as a kid. It was like she wasn’t exactly a member of our family, like she was a stranger who didn’t belong in the house with us, like we should bring her back to the hospital because at any moment they were going to come snatch her away.
And that’s how it feels right now, with Sarah…it’s almost a relief to be here in the hospital still because I know that once we bring her home, we’re going to have to bring her back here again, and then again, and again. And even after this part–the chemo part–is finally over, for six years we’ll be a slave to it, for six years we’ll be slave to blood tests and counts and an oncologist who tells us whether or not we’re going to have to sign her back over to the hospital…and then after those six years, even when she’s considered “cancer free” it could still come back at any time, still creep back into our lives at any time.
maybe that’s not the way i’m supposed to be thinking, maybe i’m supposed to be all upbeat and positive; all sunshine and rainbows, but in the eternity of day 22, of day 61, it’s pretty fucking hard not to feel like, at least this way, the cancer beast has won.