Dear Team Eric, I owe you an apology. I lied to you when I told you yesterday that all was status quo in Bed 7. Why? Because Dad is no longer in Bed 7...because he got moved to A PRIVATE ROOM!! It actually happened on Saturday, but both Mom and Dad forgot to mention this minor detail to me when we talked yesterday. (Parents. *rueful head shake* Amiright?)
Dad's sweet new pad has two windows with views of buildings, sky, and trees. It's quite chilly, and they have thus far had no luck in warming it up, so Dad has been making copious use of the bear hugger. So today, Team Eric, send him warm thoughts! Sunshine! Merrily crackling fires! Full-grown Golden Retrievers who think they're blankets!
I'm also thrilled to announce that the good news doesn't end there. *clears throat, turns on PA system* LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE WHITE BLOOD CELLS!!! In true Wedell fashion, they arrived right on schedule. His count is now at 0.5. I have no idea what that means except that it's not zero, so I'll take it.
He is still on dialysis, which is no big deal--just helping his kidneys out because they have such a big job to do. The only downside is that he can't ride the bed bike (that's what I have decided to call it) because of the placement of the dialysis tubes, but he can still do a little walking, which he does every day.
As you may have seen in my post yesterday, Team Eric MVP Lila McConigley Martin (a dear college friend of mine who lives with her family just outside of London) took Mom in for the afternoon for a home cooked meal and sent her away with clean laundry. Mom had a wonderful time. Thank you so much, Lila, Paul, Finn, and Aiofe, for taking such good care of Auntie Maida! (That's Mom in the photo with Finn and Aiofe.)
Anyway, thank you all for your continued thoughts and prayers. They're clearly working.