A Hard Morning

Once again, we were up and out the door very early this morning. Rebekah fell back asleep in the car on the way to the hospital. Once at Radiation, she wanted to love on Mommy for a little while before wanting down so she could check out the place.

As we sat in the Radiation Treatment room getting ready to put her to sleep, she started to cough and be sick to her stomach. She didn't get completely sick, but enough that mom worried for her. The anesthesiologist gave her the meds a little more slowly today, just being cautious. After she was asleep and they took her to lie her down, mom left the room in tears and prayed that God would keep her safe. It is just too hard to see.

At this point we are just over half way through radiation treatments - 16 down and 15 to go.

Since today is a clinic day, we get to wait until clinic opens at 9:00 am and then have blood drawn for her counts. Hopefully we can get her started on TPN for nutrition supplementation. I don't even want to know what her weight is this morning. I know it will be down. With as frail as she looks, I'm afraid it will be WAY down.

Rebekah is still dozing right now, so we took a stroll over to one of the hospital wards where there are some computers that we can get out on the web. One of Rebekah's nurses commented that she really didn't look like she was feeling too good. That is probably an understatement. She (the nurse) looked pretty concerned. I will say that the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, but that is only a small part of why she doesn't look good.

We'll wait a little while and then I'll try to get her to eat something and to take her morning meds. The anesthesia needs to wear off a little first. She said she wanted some juice, but she's dozing again and her juice is just sitting. One step at a time... One minute at a time... One hour at a time... One day at a time... Whatever it takes to make it through.