"Just the Facts"-- 2 bags of blood, 2 bags of platelets, 2 drip poles, 10 bags hanging and a pain drip. Doesn't want to move.
Sounds just like a repeat, doesn't it? But funny how one experience preps you for the next. B loves his room, even without any decor, he loves his bed, even without any extra padding, he even loves his hospital gown, when he never wore it even once before. You see he is actually getting better from the transplant. But he is now dealing with a farely common side effect that has his man equipment under construction for the moment. At least that is what it looks like. Sorry guys, I know this is a sensitive issue for you. Girls deal with this type of stuff all the time, but you guys, it's a whole other adventure that you would vote to skip. The big doctor, is working on a plan to get him as comfortable as possible and get this virus out of him quick. If he wasn't doing the bladder wash, he would have this virus for at least 2 weeks, peeing blood.
So I can't tell you now how many liters of wash that have run through him. He was a bit too drugged to keep track and I was at work today. His pain has been so bad that they now have him on self administering pain meds. We are back to the monster drip pole again. He now has the record for having 10 bags hanging at one time and 2 of those bags are 6 pounds each of liquid. He will be quite the life of the party after this is all over with his experiential conversation, and yet who really wants to hear about this stuff?
I guess the lesson here is to not take a moment for granted, as it could always be or get worse, and you could pass up something precious if you wish the time away. In the midst of this B continues to blurt out this little one liner scriptures to encourage me. I am not the one who is all tied up with tubes. I can leave the room let alone the bed. It is not a major undertaking for me to move from one seat to the next. Yet he is trying to encourage me. I believe that he has a Great Friend whispering into his ear, just how much he is loved and cared for, and that nothing could separate him from this Great Friend. This Friend is there when I am there and yet stays when I leave. He is there when B sleeps, eats, laughs or grimaces in pain. I love this Great Friend, for how much He loves B. He loves each one of us just the same way He does B. I thank you for your prayers during this stretch of time and for all the past prayer times and for the ones to come. You have been a wonderful support to me, B and our entire family.
Until next time,
Hopeful Believer.
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