Difficult again....

Just got home from Harriett's appointment. It's after 7:00pm and the appointment was for 1:15pm. Actually she was supposed to have two appointments today, one to put in a "power port" for her chemo, any blood draws or IVs she has to have. This was ordered because they simply cannot find a vein to poke on her anymore. The people trying to find a vein today were amazed that they simply couldn't find anything.

Her BP was very very low again - the machine wouldn't even register it. So of course the first course of business was to get an IV drip going to pump her with fluids. Then we had to wait for someone else to get done in the OR before Harriett could get taken in. Once she finally got out everything was okay. They finished her IV drip and then she had to stay for an hour and then they released her.

We never did make it to her 3:00 appointment, but actually that was okay. The 3:00 date was for the IV therapy center to take her BP and then give her fluids if it was low. The people in the center for the first procedure called IV Therapy to let them know we were running late and I think between the two of them they decided that keeping her on the drip she was getting anyway was going to do as much good as going over there for a second drip. It all worked out.

I am very hopeful that this will also help her with the nausea. No one has indicated so, but when she gets so dehydrated everything seems to be more difficult, so maybe making sure on a daily basis that she has enough fluids will make a difference for all of it. We can only just keep praying.

There were a couple of amusing little incidents today. I knew Harriett was really stressed out and we had to wait for a long time when they first took us to the recovery room. That seems a little odd, she started out from the recovery room and then returned there, maybe it should be the prep/recovery room - or PR room... Anyway, I sat on the bed beside her and rubbed her back and tried to help her stay calm. Later, when they were working so hard on the IV I said something about how hard it was to watch Harriett go through all this. One of the nurses said, "Of course it is, she's your Honey." My first thought was, "Oh no, my Honey's working from home today." But then I just thought what the heck does it matter what anyone thinks? The second thing - and probably not as amusing to Harriett, was a janitor who came in to mop the floor. When she was leaving she said, "Thank you, sir." Harriett goes, "What?!?" I didn't say anything but I really wanted to laugh!