"It's Definitely Not Leukemia"
These are the words we were relieved to hear the doctor say. It's still serious, but my Baby B just has to live carefully for a few months until his platelets recover. However, nothing takes away that couple of days when we weren't sure, when we wanted to cover him in bubble wrap, when I wished him back in my uterus. And there's another feeling I don't know how to explain or accept: guilty relief? The opposite of schadenfreude. Some of the other families in the waiting room heard a different sentence. I would not trade, but empathy taints the relief.