Monday, January 26, 2015
Thursday, December 25, 2014
For Christmas, that afternoon, she got the gift of her own room on the regular floor where she would spend 25 more days dealing with pain, wound leaks, fighting nurses, undergoing procedures, and having more surgeries to place a feeding tube in her stomach, tie her stomach around her esophagus and install a central line in her side where at the end of that time she began chemotherapy.
MY how our lives changed, and I cannot begin to explain how God showed me the true meaning of Christmas. How very important is to have family and how desperately we need to love other people!
MERRY CHRISTMAS to all of you! I pray that you all find the reason for this day and that you find the TRUEST love of all!
Friday, December 19, 2014
Saturday, November 08, 2014
She has gotten out of bed and the room often, to walk around, but it seems she is just struggling to get what she needs to get out. Hospital stays are very hard on her. Of course, anyone knows you don't sleep in a hospital. She's very determined to go home, so we are trying our best to get her to do what she needs to to make that happen!
Wednesday, October 08, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Well, the answer. I'm too busy dealing with the after effects of surgery & treatment from Ivee's cancer, plus being a wife and mom to other people who need me. I know, every bodies busy. But here's my life. It consist of taking care of medical needs, much like a child who has to take care of a elderly parent. My morning begins with an hour of unhooking machines, such as pulse ox, feeding tube, Bipap machine, and oxygen concentrator, giving breathing treatments, rubbing helpful oils on her or diffusing them in the air, and using a cough assist machine to help her "gag" out secretions that built up in her esophagus and airway over night, and using a suction machine to suck those secretions out of her throat and nose. I finally grab a bit to eat, then I spend hours trying to catch Ivee up on school, which involves doing lesson plans and sitting by her side the entire time cause she is easily distracted and must be kept on task. Then I fit in errands, doctor calls, and whatever else may come up. Then my thoughts around three sometimes go, "Oh my gosh, I forgot about supper! Let go see what I can throw together." Then some days, like today, it goes, "Oh wait, Ivee's very congested, let's give her another two breathing treatments, her oxygen is low. Should I take her in for a chest X-ray or wait? No fever, but then again, she doesn't always have fever. No, I think it's all nasal this time."
Once supper is over I clean up and then by seven it's time to begin what I did this morning all over again, but in reverse. Hooking machines back up, giving breathing treatments and shots, cause she can't grow on her own.
Once she goes to sleep between 9-10pm, I then begin the process of staying up for an hour or two til she's good and out of it to see what I have to do to adjust her oxygen at night, cause the doctor doesn't want it to high, and we know pure oxygen isn't what's best for the lungs. Some nights this means sleeping in her bed, and she is a bed hog, all night or until I can't stand the heat from all the machines in her room, and her knees in my back, and I go to my bed around 3 am to try it get back to sleep.
Yep, sorry I didn't have time to "remind" anyone that pediatric cancer sucks and we need more funding so no other mom has do this to their child in the future.