Make-A-Wish Trip - Day 4

Thursday October 29, 2009

We woke up on Thursday very excited to see Mickey Mouse and friends. They visit GKTW on Thursday mornings, and we wanted to make sure we saw them!

All of us headed down to the Gingerbread house for breakfast, and then wandered over to Julie's Safari Theater to meet the Big Mouse himself.

As we got closer, both Alex and Tessa started getting really excited! Pluto, Goofy, and Belle were outside the theater. Tessa was ecstatic, and Alex was thrilled to meet them all!

Then, we went inside to meet the Main Mouse, and his sweet-heart. Mickey and Minnie were on stage, and after a few minutes wait, we got to go up and say "Hi". Honestly, I just about lost it. Tears were welling up in my eyes, as I looked at Alex give Mickey a great big hug. This was the essence of the Wish.

After our "meet and greet", we went back to the Villa to get ready for the day. Of course, we had to pass the Carousel on the way so, of course Tessa and Alex had to take a spin or two, or three.

The weather was predicted to be in the 90's again, as we gathered our stuff to go to Universal Studios. It was HOT, really HOT. Alex was grumpy, and I think all of us were getting tired, and we hadn't even made it to the park yet.

We went on a few attractions at Universal. We were able watch Shrek 4D (fun, but gross at times!). Everyone went on the Jimmy Neutron simulator (I held Tessa on my lap on the non-moving seats). Watching the Grandparents, Alex and Eric on that ride is a highlight of the trip for me!

Universal Studios is definitely geared towards older kids, and there wasn't much that Tessa could go on. The three Grandparents watched Tessa while trying to find shade, as Alex, Eric and I went on the Simpson's ride. It's a simulator, and I ended up missing the last 5 minutes, since I had to squeeze my eyes shut tight to keep from throwing up all over Alex.

After the ride (which Alex and Eric loved), we went to get some lunch. Alex was sitting in a stroller, and started to really act out. He wasn't behaving at all, and hardly touched any of his lunch. I felt his forehead, and then touched Tessa's. They felt the same - hot. I felt Eric's too, and it was hot. I just chalked up the behavior to the excitement, and heat of the day.

After we ate, we wandered a bit around the park, but Alex just wasn't interested in doing anything. We managed to get him on one roller coaster, but after that, he was done. So, we decided to head back towards the Magic Kingdom. This was the night we had tickets for "Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party". We were excited to have the kids dress up, and trick-or-treat in the park. Alex fell asleep in the stroller on the way out of Universal Studios, and slept all the way to Magic Kingdom. I was grateful that he got some sleep, and hopeful that it would improve his mood.

We got Tessa-Lynn dressed into her ADORABLE Minnie Mouse costume in the car. She kept saying "pretty, pretty!". Alex had no intention of getting on his costume until we were in the park.

Once we got in the park, Alex was still acting tired. We decided to just push him in the stroller for a while, and let him rest. We tried to go on a few rides, but all in all, Alex's energy level was so low, that we decided to head into an air conditioned restaurant to cool off. The problem was that while all of the rest of us cooled off, Alex did not. He stayed flush, as the rest of us returned to normal. I started getting a sinking feeling in my stomach as I realized he was now hot to the touch, and the rest of us were not. We all headed to the First Aid Station to get his temperature taken. I kept telling myself that Alex's counts were probably great. He had been off of *all* medication for a week now, so even if we went in for some IV fluids and antibiotics, he wouldn't need to get admitted - right?

Unfortunately, the thermometer read 102, so we went into the Disney Wish Lounge right next to the First Aid Station, and made a call to Doerenbecher. It was 6pm in Florida, so only 3pm in Portland. The advise nurse told me what I didn't want to hear. Alex needed to be seen at an emergency room.

We had our guide book from Give Kids the World, and it listed nearby hospitals. We chose one that had an ER, and that "fed" into Arnold Palmer Children's Hospital in Orlando, in case Alex would need to be admitted. We figured that this was a little detour, and that all would be OK after some fluids and maybe some antibiotics. I hoped it was just exhaustion and heat that caused this fever spike.

As we were leaving the Magic Kingdom before we got to go to any Halloween activities, I stopped by the customer service desk to see if we could get a refund on the "Not So Scary Halloween Party", since it hadn't even stated yet. Disney came through for this Wish family. They gave us tickets to the Oct 31st party, which had been sold out for months. And, if we couldn't make that night, we could get a refund then.

We crossed our fingers as we left that Alex would be able to come back, and finish his Wish.

We dropped the Grandparents and Tessa-Lynn off at GKTW, and headed for the Emergency Department. We used a big band-aid to put over Alex's Port to hold the numbing cream on, and made our way to the hospital. When we got there, we explained what was going on, and that our son was going through cancer treatment, and had a fever, and could be neutropenic (low white blood cell count). They said "OK", and stuck us in the regular waiting room with all the sick people. We really are spoiled here in Portland. When Alex goes in the ED, they whisk him away to a clean room *immediately* to reduce the risk of infection in his delicate state. Here in Orlando, at this hospital, Alex was just a number. After what felt like an eternity, we were called in, and put in a room. After another eternity, a nurse came in and wanted to access Alex's Port. By this time, the numbing cream had been on Alex's skin for a few hours. Either he was numb to his toes, or it had worn off. I hoped it was the former.

I asked for some adhesive remover to help take off the band-aid. The nurse said that they didn't have any. So, I started gently peeling the band-aid off of Alex. It was slow going, and he was obviously in pain (so much for being numb all over). I decided that it would be better if I just pulled it off fast. As I did it, I remembered that Alex's skin is so sensitive in that spot; it had been taped up repeatedly over the past 11 months, but it was too late. I heard him cry out, and then I saw blood. I had actually ripped off some of his skin with the band-aid. I just cried with him, and told him how sorry I was. He was such a trooper about it. I felt like crap. All three of us were exhausted by this point. The nurse used a "huge" needle on Alex (thankfully, the numbing cream still worked). It took WELL over an hour for them to get Alex's counts back. By this time, it was after 9pm at night, and we still didn't know what was going on. I called my mom, and told her we would call when we knew something. I doubt any of the Grandparents could sleep at that point.

Finally, a doctor came in to save us from another hour of horribly acted Disney TV. Unfortunately, his news wasn't good. Alex's counts were only ninety-eight, yep 98. They would have to transport Alex in an ambulance to Arnold Palmer Children's Hospital. So, we waited, and waited, until the ambulance arrived. Then, Eric and I watched our son get strapped down on a gurney, and rolled out to the ambulance. I rode with Alex, while Eric followed behind.

I NEVER EVER wanted to ride in an ambulance with my son. He was exhausted, and fell asleep on the way. It was now about midnight, and exhaustion was making the tears easier to breach my eyes.

When we arrived, we lost Eric in the parking lot as Alex and I headed up to Pediatric Oncology. Once we got there, I told the night nurse that I was *really* unhappy with the way Alex's Port was dressed in the ED. She shook her head and said "tsk, tsk, tsk", as she gently cleaned and redressed Alex's Port. I was grateful for her tenderness. Eric showed up a few minutes later, and it was decided that I would sleep there that night, and Eric would head back to GKTW, to return in the morning.

I hardly remember putting sheets on the roll-away bed, or even putting my head on the pillow. I DO remember my heart shattering in pieces thinking about how unfair all of this was. Alex wouldn't get to finish his Wish - he was cheated out of another opportunity to just be a kid. I silently cried myself to sleep, listening to the quiet breathing of my sweet, sweet boy...

NEXT: Day 5, a day at the hospital.