It wasn't too long ago, that I talked about the roller coaster of emotion, right?

We hope each of you enjoyed your Easter Sunday. Our's was a bit different, but still good.
Frank started running fever Friday just before we picked up the kids from their trip. His fever's been going up since then. He's on oral anitbiotics, antivirals, and Tamaflu. He's barely gotten off the couch all weekend. Well, he did actually sit up to watch the Memphis vs. Miss State game. :) But then he layed right back down.

I stayed home with him on Sunday. But the kids went to church.

Last night his fever went up to 103, so we made the decision to come on back and just play if safe. Best case senerio: it's the flu... come home. We gained peace of mind. Anything worse than that: we needed to be here anyway.

So, we left at 11:50 pm. We were unpacked and in the bed asleep by 2:15. Don't do the math. It'll embarrass.. um... the driver.

So, it's Monday and we're here. We got labs drawn. Good news!! It is only the flu. Influenza Type B. Whatever that is.

His white count was down to 1.7 ~ so technically neutrapenic. His platelets ~ 79. All else looked pretty good. He got a bag of fluid. His fever is still up.

Deena told us, she feels confident they would delay this next treatment until he's over this and has been fever free for at least 48 hours. She called Dr. Barlogie's nurse to let her know we were here.

We said our goodbyes and headed back to pack up the things we left in the apt for good this time. And she called back. She said Dr. B found out we were here and said "don't let them leave".

So... here I am. Frank is asleep. And we are waiting to see what Dr. Barlogie wants. Hopefully just a hug and we can come home. :)

Please pray that
*Dr. Barlogie will have perfect wisdom from God as he makes decisions about the timing of the next treatment.
*Frank's body will recover from the flu with no complications from it.
*That whatever tests they may want to run today can be done in a timely manner today so we don't have to drive back and forth so much this week. That way Frank can rest more, work some and I can get kids refocused on school and make up work before we come back for the week long treatment.

This poem was in the Streams in the Desert book I've been reading. The days devotion was saying that whining about our problems and pain doesn't get us anywhere. We can only learn and help others when we experience victorious suffering. Lord, help us today to draw strength from everything that comes to us!

He placed me in a little cage,
away from gardens fair;
But I must sing the sweetest songs
because He placed me there.
Not beat my wings against the cage
if it's my Maker's will,
But raise my voice to heaven's gate
and sing the louder still!