Tuesday, February 12 - My mom was able to get her tenth chemotherapy treatment. As usual, she drove herself to her appointment about forty-five minutes from home, took her routine blood test, and sat though the three hours of chemotherapy. Mom usually follows the treatment with a Subway sandwich and a trip to Walmart when she is feeling well enough. Somehow she turns the outing into a fun trip. This week she has been extremely weak, and I seriously doubted that her red blood cells would allow the chemo. She has been unable to walk even a few hundred feet without gasping for air. Mom says she feels exhausted and she is extremely pale and tired looking.
The doctor ordered a transfusion for the evening at our local hospital in Bethany. Mom was admitted as an outpatient. She had her blood typed which alone is about an hour and a half process. When I walked into her hospital room, I couldn't help but notice how small she looked. It is as if she is shrinking before my eyes. The bed was raised up to high and her legs dangled from the sides. She looked almost like a child sitting there. My heart ached because she looked so weak and almost helpless. I wish somehow I could take some of this burden from her.
The entire blood transfusion process took about 10 hours; therefore, Mom had to spend the night. She originally left for her Tuesday appointment at 9:30 am and didn't get back home until Wednesday morning about 8:00 am. What a long 24 hours! Surprisingly enough Mom's comment was, "I swear, they must have given me a teenager's blood, I feel so much stronger!"
Thank God for giving her the strength to prevail!
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