Days +7, +8 & +9, A roller coaster rider .

         A lot has happened the past three days. Some of it I even remember. One thing I remember is Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday were miserable days. A lot of the effects were starting to hit in force. I think it was Thursay I was so out of it I neither made, answered nor returned any phone calls including three from Kathy. Phones &  Facebook were out. Sleep and using the bedside toilet were pretty much the order of the day. The trouble was sleep came small bites for the most parts. 

          Anyone who has done much time in a hospital knows that when you check in, your dignity checks out. Fortunately the nurses here go the extra mile to put you at ease. Without getting not any of the gorrey details, I found myself in the humiliating position of having to call on my night nurse the bit g me clean clothes and to help me clean myself up. I can't say how long I sat and looked at that cord by the toilet but it seemed forever. Fortunately when the door opened the nurse on the other side was very comforting and very upbeat. I don't think she stopped talking the whole time but she sure did a great job getting me through an embarrassing situation. She was just one of the many angels taking care of me here.

         Enough of the stuff. Today started out not so great but better than yesterday. They had to infuse some platlets today. Kathy came up probably about 11:30. That lifted my spirits a bit but fatigue and headaches and diarrhea started getting to me. Don't know if these were symptoms of the platelets being infused but it appeared my day was heading in a negative direction. After the Infusion I got out of bed and sat in the chair next to Kathy. Soon the pain medication kicked in and the headache got better. Next I got the news that the bowel movement adolescent to the lab in the morning was negative for infections. That means they are now giving me Imodium to control the diarrhea and have taken away "the hat"! The Imodium is working and having to "go" is much less stressful. 

         Next the oncologist came in and told me I just might be going home Monday. My stem cells are recovering. I would like to say that is the end of all the issues I am having with this but it does mean while the bad days are not totally behind me but there are fewer bad days ahead ahead and more good ones ahead.

        Now the perfect ending to this day will be a good night's sleep tonight. It's been a while. Hoping tonight is the night.

Goodnight all!

Glenn