Where to begin. Today was supposed to be a great day but it was doomed from the very beginning. Nicole was to go to Florida for her half marathon and desparately needed and much deserved relaxation time with her friends. The trip was in fact a generous gift from them to her. It was not meant to be I guess. Matthew woke up vomitting at about 4am and we could tell then that something was not right. I encouraged Nicole to continue on her trip while I took Matthew to Children's Memorial for what I was hoping was a quick checkup. She got as far as sitting on the plane when she received a call from me saying that the doctor's were admitting Matthew due to possible infection. She immediately got off the plane (props to the Southwest Airlines crew who I hear responded with the utmost courtesy and understanding as Nicole had to quickly deboard) and made her way over to the hospital.
Matthew has a bacterial infection in his spinal fluid. Bacterial Meningitis. It's not good, especially in someone like Matthew who has a compromised immune system, although its way better than a cancerous relapse which is what we were fearing. Today turned pretty scary...Matthew was lathargic and seemingly in a deep sleep and the doctors were obviously concerned. The good news is that we look to have caught it early. Right now he is getting a broad spectrum of antibiotics until the exact bacteria is determined when the meds can be more specifically targeted. His fevers are coming and going and he is sleeping a lot. Prognosis is good. Probably a few days in the hospital until we are fever free and can go home. Our doctors and nurses are incredible. As much as I hate being here, there is no place else I would rather be with my little hunk of burnin love (nicole's nickname for him).