God Slapped me in the Face!

An odd statement that is. But its probably the only way that I can really explain how i felt. Ok, so let me begin by saying that Ted had an awesome week. He felt great, he worked outside, got too much sun, he was loving life. Doing what he loves, and enjoying spring. The weather was in the 70's and low 80's. Well that was like Wed-Saturday. Then Sunday came and my friend wanted us to go to Busch Gardens. We have season passes that we purchased about 4 years ago, and because we pay monthly they stay at that years price. It's an awesome deal. Then we can go and just stay a few hours or all day. In any case, we went Ted said he was doing ok and wanted to go. So we did. We rented a motorized cart and off we went. Well about an hour later he just wasn't feeling well. Of course the goof went on the log flume. Had a blast he did. After that he decided it was time to go home. So we told the kids to go ahead and get on one more ride and we would meet them up front. It took us a bit to get up front because as he was driving the cart he would fall asleep and I would have to wake him up. We met up with the kids and headed out and he started vomiting. We had an employee walk us out so he didn't have to walk out to the parking lot. Good thing we were parked up front in handicapp. I don't think I could have gotton him up to hill to the car. He got sick one more time in the car on the way home. And after that he felt a little better. He fell asleep the rest of the way home. We got home about 45 minutes later and I tried to wake him up. I could not wake him for nothing. At first we thought it was funny. Then funny turned to panic. I tried everything short of throwing water in his face or slapping his face. I couldn't do that to him. I did shake him and slap his arm several times, waiting for him to yell at me for it. Finally I sent my daughter to my neighbors house to help me. I gave it one last ditch effort before calling 911 and I pulled his face to mine and begged him to wake up. He opened his eyes and I coached him back to me. The first thing he said was, "I think I swallowed my gum". Always the funny man. My neighbor helped me get him in the house. He got sick a few more times. But then he slept the rest of the night, but I checked on him and he seemed to wake up easily.

This scarred the shit out of me!! I guess, i'm not as prepared as I thought I was. I feel like this was god telling me "honey, your not ready yet. So don't even think that you are."

We went to the oncologist today to get fluids, even though he was doing better and felt better. He didn't do much of anything else today because he had a CT scan of his lungs again this afternoon. I don't know if I should have taken him to the ER but he didn't want to go he just wanted to sleep. The nurse thinks he was dehydrated with maybe a touch of heat stroke. But he wasn't running a fever. Like I said I think this was Gods way of slapping me in the face.

We see the oncologist on friday, i'll post more if we know more. And know that he is doing better and feels ok. Hope your weather is as beautiful as ours is. Have a great night! Karen