Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Hannah was home from school today. She woke up with a stomach ache again, then threw up, then asked to go back to bed. She slept another 4 hours, until noon, and that is on top of the 10 1/2 she already had during the night. A bit bothersome, but I'm remaining calm, breathing...calm. Increasing her nausea meds beginning tomorrow, hoping that helps.

Here is Hannah the nurse helping me with my daily infusion. The first night went well (well, the nurse was here with me), but last night was a comedy of errors. I got a bunch of air in the line, fixed that, then couldn't get the medicine to infuse properly. Then I had to drive with the bag still hooked up, oh brother. Finally got it done. The 30 minute infusion lasted about 2 hours. Tonight was much better, went well until the end.

Getting ready with the gloves

Favorite part-priming the saline and getting to shoot it up in the air!

Hooking up the line
Very focused!
And she's done!

Thank you Colby for being our wonderful photographer. I'm not sure I even have the date correct on this post, I'm kind of foggy right now! The doctor said this medicine will make me feel much worse before it makes me better, and what do you know, he was correct. So, signing off for tonight, sharing one more thing. This poem was written by my friend Mimi, Julian's mama. She is such a great writer, always with feeling and emotion. Hate the cancer, but LOVE THE POEM MIMI!!


I belong to a special group of women
My friends and I have an amazing bond.
We never wanted to be in this group,
Yet we are in, for life.
Maybe we have met, maybe we haven’t,
Yet our love for each other is boundless.
We know the pain the other one feels,
And we share our victories small or huge.
Words like chemo, IV, Zofran , bald heads
Are always parts of our conversations,
As well as roidrage, tears, and meltdowns…
We always know where the closest puke bucket is ,
We can hold it in one hand and if necessary,
Swallow the sandwich the other hand was holding.
We can drive to the hospital ,
Park in the dark parking garage
Make our way thru the halls of the hospital
And to the appropriate floor,
Settle in a room, turn the TV on,
Give instructions to the head nurse,
Silence loud beeping IV pumps,
Direct a wagon AND an IV pole
To the playroom without hitting anything
Make our way back to the correct room
And all this, mind you,
With our eyes closed at any given time.
We know how to draw blood from lines
Sticking out of little kids chests.
We can hold them down with one hand ,
While a nasogastric tube is inserted in their little nose,
And be on the phone with their dads at the same time.
We can live for days on hospital food,
And on maybe only one meal a day .
We know the names of up to 20 different drugs ,
Their purpose, dosage and time to be taken.
We are always on call, 24 hours a day ,
Seven days a week.
We are used to not always looking our best,
Hard to do with only a few hours of sleep .
Make up , hair styling, skirts are words of the past .
We have become addicted to texting ,
hospital, clinic, home, wherever…
We talk sometimes at all hours of the night ,
We know we can count on someone to be up.
Then for one of us , the world stops .
She has to walk away, broken.
This job is over .
The job is over, but the fight is on.
Remember , I said we were in this forever.
We are friends, sisters, temporary nurses,
We are each others rock, each others punching bag,
We listen , we vent , we cry , we laugh together .
We share our lives and our deaths
We share our pain and our victories.
We are strong, but not by choice ,
Sometimes we win , sometimes we lose,
But never are we defeated .
We are not nurses
We are not doctors,
We are cancer moms…
Mimi ( 10-18-08 )



Amy Radford said...

Oh Kim.. how does that feel? Being on the other end of the IV and your baby girl taking care of you?? How precious are those pictures. I would've been freaking out with the whole air in line thing.. But.. you did it! Good job!
I am loving that poem by Mimi. Do you think she would mind if I shared that on Kasey's site?

Sorry Hannah isn't feeling to good. Maybe it's just a bug going around. It's that time of year for sniffles and sneezes and other diseases. Give her a big hug from her fans out here in Washington.
Take care of yourself and may you be healed from the Lyme!
Amy... Kasey's mom

Mylese said...

We hope you guys are both feeling better! We are thinking of you!

The Reyes Family