Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Home again, home again, jiggety jigg
After a short (well long because I did NOT sleep) night in the hospital, I am home. Home again, home again, jiggety jigg. In my own bed. Phew!
As much as I grumbled yesterday when the nurses downstairs in outpatient infusion insisted on admitting me because of my low counts, and the nurses upstairs were sure I'd be discharged after I got my precious and energizing blood, the on-call oncologist voted to keep me overnight to administer today's chemo upstairs.
Well done, Dr. Rodriguez. Even if I complained about sleeping another night on that rubber mattress and facing the thought of hospital food right when my appetite was making its way back. It paid off today when I had a major reaction to the chemo they would have given me downstairs this morning. Instead, my primary oncologist, Dr. Feigert, was on the 8th floor, and the two very best chemo nurses immediately jumped on and saved me with an emergency dose of steroids and ativan.
Thank goodness, because I could NOT breathe and I thought I was going to die.
But I am alive to tell the tale. And I'm home in my own bed. And we have a plan for that same chemo treatment on Friday morning (premed with steroids and ativan).
Tender mercies all around, friends. I had an added dose of humility and gratitude for being in the right place at the right time, for capable medical hands and meds, and for a renewed determination to rise up.
And I still loved the breeze I felt when I was rolled out of the hospital again!