Undergoing treatment and Dextrose +antibiotics IV since 5 days now.
I can hear sadness at home. The smell of vomit etc has now put everyone at home in very uncomfortable situation. Despite not fond of M, VJD been very supportive. Cleaning and caring comes natural to him.
{In a parallel universe D is undergoing Chemo. B was down and hositalized. My own work life and sleep challenge added to whole situation. Yet I can find some space to breath thanks to N.}
In last few days felt we almost lost M twice. But last night 130AM put us in a challenging position. Lot of blood like and stinking fluid.
There was a thought of abondoning him. Lot of discussion with my closed ones. Confused I went to Ganapati and prayer for help. And got a question instead, "what your dad would have done?". Not a definite answer but some direction to try one more time.
So, we are back the hospital. And M is attending the doses and IV.
There been lot of time in the past when in a tight situation I used to convince others and myself that one day we will recall this day and laugh at the whole situation. And maybe feel proud of how we managed this.
-is this one of those fables?!

