We’re in a room at the Pediatric Emergency Room of Mott’s Children’s Hospital, at the UofM Hospital… Max is sleeping soundly in his hospital bed. The doctors seem now to be more concerned that his platelet count is low, and how it’s related to his abdominal pain. Apparently the low platelet count in addition to his abdominal tendernss and his tendency to bruise easily could be a symptom of a couple of things…
He’s resting comfortably, Jeanne and I are just waiting and not sleeping in the chairs next to him.
They’ve done some more bloodwork, taken an XRay of his abdomen, and now they’re considering admitting him to get him out of the E.R. area…
So we’re in a holding pattern until they figure out the next step.
Every good thought and positive karma I’ve racked up is coming your way.
Joe Z
Ditto. I don’t know how much good karma I’ve got stored, but what I have is whole-heartedly pointed towards the four of you.
Oh no! I’m keeping Max and your whole family in my thoughts.
Thinking about you and Max, buddy…
Mike