A Difficult Setting

Thoughts from a Hospital Room

Last Wednesday, I got a call from my son’s school that he was acting off, and by the end of that day, he’d been admitted to the hospital with a fever and low blood cell counts. He’s a transplant recipient—we’ve spent more nights in the hospital than I care to count—so part of me rolled with it. Packed a bag with his favorite blanket, stuffies, legos, pj…