A couple of weeks ago we went to have dinner and spend the evening with the young Uruguayan family whom we have sort of adopted. They have 4 school age sons whom we've been tutoring for several years and a delectable one year old. We hadn't been tutoring this summer and missed them. When we went to the house, the baby had a runny nose and a fever. I looked at Gil and said "we should really go, shouldn't we?" but he didn't want to and I didn't want to, so we stayed.
A few days later he got hit with the cold, straight to the chest. We were having the doctor check in at the beginning of each 3 week treatment cycle and the doctor started him on the kind of antibiotics which address the most common type of pneumonia that myeloma patients get, streptococcus.
Gil finished the antibiotics on Friday, and now, may be getting worse. And I'm a little scared. Last December's pneumonia was probably the scariest crisis we've had so far.
I realize now that being in the house he'd been sliming through, and eating food with a little cesspool (no matter HOW cute!) is a no go.
But how to balance caution and life? and relationships? and adventure?
Gil's brother told Gil that he shouldn't sub in the schools anymore, but the doctor had said it was fine as long as he washed his hands often and didn't hold a kid with a runny nose.
Ok, but what about flying to Mexico? Gil really wants to see our the family we've stayed with in Cuernavacca again. The thought of keeping him safe and dealing with it if he got sick there gives me the willies.
We need to figure out how to balance being safe and risking to live the life he wants to live.
Actually, so do I. but at a different octave. His balancing act is just more precarious.
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