Seeking calm at home in Belgrade

Can we have a group hand-wring?
Not unexpectedly, this third week post-chemo is a doozy.
Steve has been running a fever off and on since yesterday but is loathe to go back into the hospital. He not only has a fever but he feels like shit -- kind of like a bad case of the flu.
As a compromise, his doctor said she'd give him IV antibiotics as an outpatient everyday, unless he spikes another fever, and then he has to go to the hospital. With zero neutrophils, he is in a precarious situation, which she doesn't want to take any chances with.
"We have too much invested in getting you better to mess it up now," she said.
Amen, sister.

He's home now, in bed sleeping, and I am keeping an eye on him, wringing my hands.