Well we were admitted to ICS last night.  Turns out Skyler probably has the chicken pox.  His rash is getting worse each day and is covering most of his body now.  His temps have also gotten higher, in the 103-104 range.  They started him on Acyclovir every eight hours and are keeping him here for at least another couple of days to watch closely for any secondary infections.  They said with his past history of infections they are going to be extra cautious.  He was put on precautions and is now in isolation.  Whenever anybody comes in they have to put on gloves, masks and gown up.  We are also in the dreaded room 9, our diagnosis room.   This room brings back so many emotions and memories because this is where the nightmare started.  This is where our carefree life was turned upside down and was replaced with pain, suffering, long sleepless nights and a world of uncertainty. I'm hoping though to make good memories in room 9 to replace the bad.  The day we left this room last time was the day I took my sweet boy down to the PICU, it wasn't to go home.  That will change though so we are already headed in the right direction.

Being back here in ICS is bittersweet.  I love being able to see our favorite nurses and techs but on the other hand its just another reminder of how much I hate cancer.  Sweet Millie is just down the hall.  She should still be celebrating being off treatment instead of locked up here with another head full of hair gone.  Even though she is GORGEOUS without hair it just isn't fair.  There is also another little cancer buddy Connor down the hall and he is having a rough time as well.  Every time I pass their rooms it breaks my heart.  It reminds me of where we were and where I don't ever want to be again, but unfortunately in the world of cancer I'm not calling the shots.  Anything can happen at anytime to anyone.  Something I hate being reminded of.