My mom has large granular T-cell Leukemia. A super rare form. She's been I'm the hospital a few times before. Quite a few times. At least once a year since 2006. I'm here now with her on her second day in CCU watching "Life" on the Discovery Channel.

On Friday she went to bed without a fever but had been dropping her water bottle all night and was twitching her arms and legs. At 6:30 I noticed her light was still on and went in to check on her. She was knocked out, sound asleep with her head tilted back. I went in again before work at 9:45. Same position. Back after work at 2:30, hadn't moved. So I know something's wrong.

I woke her up and asked her what day it was. It was Saturday and said Sunday. I asked her what month. She didn't know. I took her temp and the thermometer immediately jumped to over 103. Dumbfounded I checked it again. 103+

now, because of her leukemia her white blood cell count is dangerousy low. When she gets any infection of any kind it's hard if not impossible to fight off on her own. So I knew it was time to go to the hospital.

I called her friend to come over and help me get her to the ER. before that I called dad and just started crying. (They're divorced and he lives in another town). It's just... it's too simplistic to say worried. Panicked. Not even.

She was on her way out, you know. Let's put it that way. I had to get her to the hospital because she was in a dangerous condition. She couldn't walk or talk and she was twitching all kinds.

We were there from 3:30 until 11 when she got admitted to CCU. she feels fine and was even much better by 7 last night. Now it's a matter of getting her blood count up.

I wanted to have someone with me today while I was at home alone. But I realized there's no one I'm close enough with to call.