We were all set for a Labor Day cookout with bratwurst and potato salad but it didn't work out that way. A midmorning fever sent us to the hospital for an admission to deal with infection. An antibiotic. An antifungal. An antiviral.
Fortunately, Gil is in good spirits and has a thick book to read -- Shantaram -- a recent recommendation from one of my Book Club friends.
He'll stay in the hospital until his white cell count is back to normal. He's starting at the lowest possible level -- 0.4 -- and he's getting Neupogen again which will stimulate the white cell recovery with a kick start.
More as things develop.
We need a raincheck
Our plans were interrupted
No cookout for us.