Alas, on Sunday, I think we turned the corner. He still didn't feel great, but all that medicine was starting to do its job. His appetite was back, and he even changed his clothes to head into the doctor.
For the last 3 visits, he would sit on the bed, freezing as the cold IV made its way into his blood stream, trying unsuccessfully to spread the paper-thin, white, clinic issued blanket in such a way as to actually be conducive to warmth. All the time, his warm, soft blanket was in the car waiting for him. He had said it was hard enough to look tough walking into the clinic with his "puke bowl" each day - he just couldn't see carrying his "wubby" too!!
Well, my mom made Matt his "wubby" earlier this year. She also makes his favorite - Pecan Pie - pretty much every time we come visit. I told him if he was too proud to carry in his love-laden blanket, then I'd tell mom she just didn't need to ever make him anything again, including another pecan pie!
Either the threat worked, or he was just plain tired of shivering all the way through the IV antibiotic treatment, because by Sunday, he left the puke bowl in the car, and brought this in instead . . .
Isn't he cute?? I can say that now - since I know he isn't going to die - and he's still too weak to chase me down and beat me up ;-)
Thank you Lord, for giving us the strength to get through the weekend, for giving the doctors wisdom, and for healing Matt. Thank you friends, for all your prayers. Thank you, Darla, for driving all over the countryside and watching my boys. Thank you, mom, that Matt had a "wubby" to take to the Dr's office! It's been quite a weekend . . .