It was a night

I went to have dinner with Adam and friends, and got a scared call from Gil to come back. He'd been sleeping and must have somehow jostled an IV line, and woke up in a puddle of blood. Ach! They had already put in a picc line for administering his chemo and all the transfusions he'll need this next week or two. The IV lines were kept in for ?? Anyway he was feeling a little fragile and with the Cytoxin scheduled for 11:30pm with a diuretic to be started 2 hours later (Cytoxin can be hard on the bladder so they want it flushed out ASAP), I decided to spend the night next to him in the hospital.

It was a good idea. Between the frequent urination, coughing (his little bit of pneumonia acts up, of course, lying flat at night), and soaking sweats/bedding changes, we were up a lot of the night. There was also a somewhat smaller repeat version of the bleeding problem. They'd taken out the IV but his platelets were so low that he started bleeding from under the gauze. They were short staffed last night so I felt really needed which more than made up for the rough sleep.

This morning, having showered, had doctors rounds and set up his Ipod with Adam & Kate's speaker system, he's listening to "Celia Cruz and Friends" at the highest volume and dozing.

He's a much happier camper! And I'm going to head over to A&K's for a nap/shower and to buy Gil a pastrami sandwich. The myeloma has really knocked out his appetite this last week or two. Dr Callandar admonished him to eat as much as he can, protein yes, but also just calories and me to bring in tempting food. There is Babcock Hall ice cream every day in his near future, and runs for special foods as desired. It's a hard life.