On Friday, July 31st, Eleanor spent the night with her Nana and Papa. She woke up early Saturday morning complaining that she felt sick to her stomach. After Papa brought her back home we checked her temp.
100.4. The EXACT temperature that we were told was considered a fever therefore requiring a trip to the ER. Honestly, I wasn't THAT worried. We had been to the Galleria the day before shopping for school clothes, riding the carousel, and riding the train. In my mind, she simply caught something from another child given that was her first big experience being out in public again. I was so confident in this I left clothes in the washing machine to finish later. Once there her temp read 98. See, we're good. Blood work was completed just to make sure nothing else was going on. After waiting and waiting, Dr. Alva and Dr. Falcon, 2 oncologists from 8QB walk in. I remember thinking, "hmm, that's odd." Dr. Alva carefully and quietly uttered the most terrifying words yet, " we believe that Eleanor's AML has relapsed."
I'm not exactly sure what happened to me the second her words left her, but all I remember was both of them rushing over to me to help me sit down. I remember more than anything, Chris and I just staring at each other crying, "no", over and over again. Eleanor of course was never scared, even after seeing both of us falling to pieces right in front of her. It was so extremely hard to walk through those doors AGAIN. My breath left me just as it did the first time as we entered the hallway. I knew what was coming next, we would pass the nurses station. I knew that THEY knew we were coming back. Silence. I couldn't even look at them, they didn't know what to say. Some shedding tears at the sight of us, others coming alongside of us hugging us as we continued to walk towards our new room. I remember Christina walking beside me with her arm around me telling me we can do this.