Newish development

G can't come home.  (That's what I'm going to call him... a nickname from way back when we had out own branch of VFD.)  He's at SickKids in Toronto, and they thought that he would come home after they gave him stuff for the pain.  Not anymore.  He's staying. Apparently he finds it really hard to breathe.

This whole situation has changed now.  Before I was worried that I wasn't going to be able to spend enough time with him when he got home... now I'm worried if I'll get to see him one last time.

I feel sick to my stomach with worry.

I just want to give a shout-out to all the staff at SickKids, and especially in the cancer ward, to thank them for being miracles in the lives of so many teens and kids.  Especially on the behalf of G.  And D, who had cystic fibrosis and died this June.  We miss you, girly.)