Yesterday morning began with a blocked line . . . not a fun way to start your day! We made a quick run into the hospital where, after some serious moments of doubt, Tamara was able to flush the line. Happy day!
Late afternoon found us at the glacier looking for bears, NOT climbing rocks and NOT getting wet in the lake and life NOT being fair. Not fair for Abby because I wouldn't let her do these things so Luke wouldn't feel left out. Not fair for Luke because he shouldn't do those things either. He was infusing at the time so we just tucked his bag into the cargo pocket of his shorts. I thought the line was pretty much invisible, but apparently the line combined with the gauze "sock" covering the port made for some curious stares and even a few comments. Marty heard a "poor little guy"! Poor little guy, yes. But poor little guy, no. It could be so much worse than playing at the glacier on a sunny day with a line in!
