Another uneventful night last night. Denise characterized it as having slept well, so good for her.
Doctors came in and said everything is looking good from blood and vital signs, and sort of gave us a preview as to what to expect next.
Will finish this particular chemo tonight, then they will come in and take some blood work around 3AM Sunday morning. Then around 6AM she will get a 1 hour IV drip of this new drug, and once again on Monday morning. Tuesday will be the transplant, which involves nothing more than an IV delivery of the donor's marrow (bless them). Wednesday and Thursday will involve no chemo, and then Friday and Saturday will have some more chemo delivered which is necessary to prevent Graft Versus Host Disease.
At that point, we (actually, Denise) are done with the chemo, and then will enter a phase of extremely close watch for infection, possible lung and liver issues, and also start looking for blood counts to start moving up. She will also probably feel her worst during this time, but maybe we will get lucky and the effects will be mild.
Now, about the subject line of this post. Young Dr Kildare came in early this morning and took his finger and poked Denise right where she had stitches from the surgery for the Hickman catheter and asked "Does this hurt?". Denise grabbed his hand immediately and gave him a look that would kill.
Fortunately for the aforementioned Dr Kildare he was not standing at the foot of the bed where Denise's feet were, for if he had, he would no longer be able to father children.
So, that's the update for today, and I don't expect anything new to pop up throughout the rest of the day. If something of interest does come up, you will be the first to know.
Finally, you know you want the factoid for the day, so here it is. Many of you, and especially your children, are suffering from Nomophobia -- The fear of being without your cell phone, or "no-mobile-phobia".
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