Justin is scheduled for 1pm bone aspiration. A long needle will be inserted into his hip to take marrow and a piece of bone. He will be heavily sedated. I was told I can be with him and I will.
Then I will demand lots of pain meds. Maybe they’ll give me some too.
The pic line and spinal tap are both on hold for now.
The bone marrow will tell us if the cancer has returned. I am praying for healing, but trusting in God’s will.
Justin and I woke up in the middle of the night, lying in a small pool of blood. His IV had fallen out in his sleep. It had to be replaced. They brought in an ultrasound machine to help find a good vein. After a serious amount of torture, which I won’t describe because I’m desperately trying to forget about it, he had a new IV.
Justin has to fast today and that just plain stinks for everyone. I write from the family lounge. I stepped out of the room to eat so he didn’t have to see or smell food, but this breakfast sandwich tastes like sawdust.
Someone please remind me to hydrate. I look like a corpse.
I am including pictures of a hospital room birthday celebration. I was pleasantly surprised to be able to have cake with Michael last night. My mom packed an entire party in a Target bag.
We played charades and we laughed and it was good.