Sunday, March 2, 2008

FAST SUNDAY

We add a new meaning to Fast Sunday with our post radiation and chemo experiences. Mom continues to be very nauseated and is keeping nothing down. Today they will start TPN and are telling her that it is OK not to eat anything for the next couple of weeks because she will be too sick and have no appetite. As one nurse put it,"We will bring you to deaths door and then bring you back to life again." Sounds really fun doesn't it? She remains ever the trooper, never complaining ,still insisting on her daily shower, and still doing her workout to keep herself as fit and strong as possible. We have finally got them to introduce some more anti-nausea meds and we hope that will help. Now that we are approaching 48 hours post chemo the Dr. assures us that the nausea should start to subside. We continue to plug away at our book club selection, "Teacher Man" and played a number of hands of "Kings Corners" a card game taught us by our Recreational Therapist. We started getting our immunesuppresent drugs today and so are now a 24 hour slave to the IV pump. Mom's white count is down to .3 and so we have been made prisoners to our room for at least the next two weeks until her counts begin to recover.
As always we are MOVING FORWARD WITH FAITH!!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I was reading an article in USC's family magazine and this man said that his son learned that "Fight On!" was more than just a bumper sticker slogan on a BMW in Orange County. He said, "It is a way of life, to always have faith, to passionately persevere, to never give up!" To Sharon & Blaine and to the whole family: You epitomize that statement! Fight On!

Stephanie said...

I hope mom can feel our love and prayers carrying her forward. I wish she didn't have to feel so wretched. I think of her every moment of every day.

maines said...

I echo Steph's setiments. And add you, pops, to all my thoughts and prayers. You two are both so strong and amazing. You are teaching us all lessons that can be learned in no other way, unfortunately or fortunately, I'm not sure. Either way this fight is one for the books and reminds me to never complain or start for a second to feel sorry for myself. I love you.