Back to the ER

Ever since Yousuf's surgeries he has not been the same as before his surgery. I almost said back to normal but I don't know when to ever expect that. I called the oncologist on call and told her his symptoms. She told me to bring him into the ER and get him checked. I thought for sure his blood was still low since it dropped after the surgeries. He was very weak to the point he could not walk without my assistance. I had to get up several times in the night to take him to the bathroom with the both of us half asleep. Yousuf had sweaty palms and forehead but shivering from being cold. No fever. I knew to trust Yousuf and my instincts this time and just take him in.

Many doctors and nurses surrounded us in the ER room discussing symptoms, details on his procedures and the child life specialist entertaining him with Thomas the Train books. They weren't sure if his port-o-cath had been accessed yet so without OR doing it themselves first ER cannot. I didn't know the answer to that as I didn't know that was a question to even ask. They couldn't wait to confirm with the surgeons so inserting another needle and running an I.V. was the only option.

Omar was driving us nuts in the ER. He was hungry and tired..so were all of us. After checking his blood, and taking X-rays the doctor came to tell us the news. She came and told us that his blood levels were good, both his hemoglobin and platelets as well as his white blood cells. The doctor was talking in a way that we knew there was a "but" at the end. So we nodded our heads anxiously waiting to here it. "...But the level of enzymes in his liver was not good." She went on to say that it is normal with one of the medications he takes to cause the enzymes to act up like this causing an infection but they still don't know if it is that or some other infection. The antibiotics were already administered. They gave Yousuf morphine for pain from the surgeries, too. They admitted him and gave him a room and will be watched and on antibiotics in the hospital for a couple days. I'm home now with Omar while Abu Yousuf stayed with him. I keep glancing over to the empty spot on the couch where Yousuf has been resting the past couple days. He forgot his new cape that says "Super Yousuf" on it. I'm sad knowing that the spot isn't empty because he is upstairs asleep in his bed but rather back in the hospital returning to torture once again.