Breakfast Heart Attack

Kean has been serving as our little rooster and waking up

every morning between 5 and 5:30 a.m.

I should have known we were in trouble when he still

wasn't awake by 7:30

 When I went to wake him up, the poor

boy was drenched in sweat, cold and clammy,

and completely non-responsive.

 His temperature came out at 95.6 

and his blood glucose level was a low 64.

I can't for the life of me figure out why though...

every other time he's done this, we could pin it on the fact

he didn't eat well the evening before.

Last night, he ate and drank a ton.

I could tell he hasn't felt good for a few days

but I still can't put an explanation to this one.

Of course, his cancer doc wanted us to go to the E.R.

but thankfully we were able to get a little bit of orange juice

down him and within 30 minutes he was coming around.

Thankfully we got to stay home.

Can't say the same for poor Reese.

She still had to go to school, still freaked out.

I probably say this too often but I can't wait for this

part of our lives to be behind us!