Chevron, my thirteen year old son, is currently in the hospital. He is very sick.
He went in last night after complaning of severe stomach pain and diarrhea that was blood-tinged. Doctors are running tests on him right now, to see what is wrong. He is on IV fluids; he cannot keep anything down. I am absolutely terrified.
What he has thrown up has been streaked with blood; same with when he pees or poops. I am scared he may have stomach cancer or something seriously wrong with his kidneys or digestive system.
His mother (my wife) has been at home, taking care of our other two children, Ciera (10) and Charm (6); Chevron is our oldest (and our only boy). Meanwhile, I sit here at Chevron's bedside in his hospital room, rubbing his back and holding the emesis basin while he fights yet another round of ongoing nausea, explosive bouts of diarrhea, and of course, sevee stomach pain. He lies there in his bed, moving his head from side to side and moaning weakly. It terrifies me to see him being so vulnerable.
Hopefully by tomorrow sometime the docs can pinpoint Chevron's problems and then begin to treat his puzzling symptoms. He doesn't seem to have any fever; yet it is still clearly apparent that Chevron is sick. He is definitely not well.
I would go back home tonight to my little family, but to tell you the truth, I don't want to leave Chevron's side, in case something were to happen (God forbid) or he take a sudden turn for the worse. I have been keeping in contact with Clair (wife), keeping her abreast of the latest regarding Chevron's condition.
I don't know what the future holds, but I am desperate for some answers. This has been going on for the past day; it cannot possibly go on any further ....
~To be continued.~