Hitting the wall

We're hitting the "nadir" of the transplant process. Gil's white blood count is 0.1 today and his throat and esophagus and gut are pretty raw. They've put him on a morphine drip where he can give himself a dose whenever he needs it. The morphine on top of the other meds he's on for nausea make him pretty out of it.

He's spent the day mostly in a doze, with a little work on the third jig saw puzzle of his stay. Food is getting pretty difficult, so I went to Babcock Hall and got him some orange custard chocolate chip ice cream. Even that wasn't easy to eat! I'm going out to get rice pudding next.

A fever may be flirting with him. His doc is going on vacation for a week. At her final visit this eve, she said she wanted to start him on antibiotics since at this point with no immune system, infections can take over like wild fire. We both feel very trusting in the medical care he's getting!