Alarm isn't really the right word, but I'm super tired, and can't think of another title. Long story short: Mason was admitted into the hospital and we had been there for about two hours, before someone realized that there was a mistake and his counts still aren't high enough to be admitted yet. So, after having close to two bags of fluid pumped into his body in preparation for the chemo, we were sent home with instructions--and lots of apologies--to come back on Wednesday.
I'm not angry, or even annoyed. I actually think it's pretty hilarious. Mason at least had time to eat a meal of pancakes while we were there, which is pretty much what he loves about the hospital; the ability to order anything and everything. I got to let someone else take care of Mason for a few hours, while I relaxed. (Really. Hospitals relax me. Go figure.)
Let's hope Wednesday brings higher counts!!