followup

My brother in law called this morning to say that while not a whole lot is for certain known- not even if it's absolutely histiocytosis, that he feels confident that something positive can be done. He's a physician assistant, so not one to have the wool pulled over his eyes very easily. Nor does Matt think he'd bullshit us. The testing is not remotely over, but they at least let the little nipper go home.
I feel somewhat hopeful that Ben's right, and with not being there, not being able to do anything anyway, I've at least settled into a non-hysterical state. And whatever's wrong isn't wild-fire out of control anyway. Just not good or pretty.