So yesterday I took my sidekick to Dartmouth to see his PCP. We went down to get an x-ray first so that we could see how his left lung is doing. Those radiologists know us well. We're on a first name basis down there. Now that Ben is on his vent all the time, it takes a little longer to get things done. When we rolled into x-ray...they had to wait for me to take him off the vent, unhook his pulse oximeter, take his jacket off, unbuckle his seat strap and over the head restraint and then finally lift him onto the table. The three of them just stand there and watch, always offering to help, but knowing that I have my system down and it's just easier for me to do it all. When he's all set on the table, I throw on my protection and hold him still for the x-ray. After we're all done, I load him back into his chair, put his jacket on, buckle him up, hook him back up to his vent, turn his pulse oximeter back on and out the door we go. As I was walking down the hall, one of the tech's leaned over and quietly said..."He's lucky to have you". I just smiled while in my head I thought..."No, I am lucky to have HIM". And then off we went. His left lung is still significantly collapsed. That was discouraging, but not surprising considering his numbers at home and the fact that he hardly has any breath sounds on his left side. Ben's PCP will consult AGAIN with the pulmonologist to see what they can come up with to try and pop that lung open and KEEP it open. Right now with it being so collapsed, it's a pneumonia waiting to happen. While we were at Dartmouth we attended a memorial service for a little girl that died in the PICU a few weeks back. Made for a long, emotionally tough day. Another reminder that life is fragile.