Ugh. I don’t really have anything else to say. Once I had (sort of) resigned myself to the idea of doing a lung biopsy, the team came back saying that the plan might be shelved for a bit.
I don’t want to get into all the medical details right now, but Gavin may have something more fundamentally wrong with his lungs, a terrible side-effect of the chemo. The situation is not good, but we hope that with all the teams on board we can get to the root of the problem. There are many maybes and what ifs being thrown around right now, so I’ll keep you all posted on what happens tomorrow.
On a side note, we are all exhausted, tempers are frayed, and I think a new sort of torture has been invented at the hospital which involves constant exposure to loud and irritating noises. None of us can hear each other over the roar of the oxygen, we’ve got no idea what Gavin is saying half the time because we can’t hear him, and the constant beeps of the monitor and IV pumps are driving us mental. Add to all of this a Backyardigans soundtrack and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.
Little Gavin is very, very unwell right now. He is feeling even worse than he was yesterday, so right now needs all the loving thoughts and good vibes that he can get.