One of Mama Kat‘s prompts this week was to share a day of your life in pictures. Every day of the past two weeks has been the same (except for the days when my fever was above 103 and I stayed home in bed, nursing my own pneumonia)
the ‘roof garden’ the volunteer raved about as she took us up to his room. I think that was supposed to distract us both from the huge ONCOLOGY sign. It worked for Michael. I have yet to see any patient or any family member but me use it. I go there to make phone calls. And to cry. And to yell and stomp around.
edge of Michael’s bed. I haven’t been able to get very close to him. If I lean in I can get a quick kiss when I get there and when I leave most days, but some days he’s in too much pain to even be touched.
It isn’t all bad news, though. What appeared to be a mass in his lung was actually a huge cyst full of infectious gunk. It had exploded by the time they were able to get him on the surgery schedule (a week after admission) so he’s very ill. We don’t know yet what the much-smaller tumor on his bladder is. He’s coming home later this week with a PICC line (a long-term central line placed in his arm for antibiotics and blood draws), oxygen, antibiotics that run on a pump 24 hours a day, and God only knows what else.
Thanks to everyone who has seen and responded to my posts on my personal FB page. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate all the prayers and positive thoughts!