Hello friends,
I'm posting a brief update on Steve. This has become sort of your basic nightmare, but I try to tell myself it's all predictable. He's on transplant day +8 now, and the situation is scary. He has ZERO white cells. His platelet count keeps dropping, despite a couple of transfusions. It was down to 5K this morning and he is getting transfused again. He has bedsores on his elbows. He spiked one very high fever (expected) and they did a whole fever work-up, which was, thank God, completely negative. The worst I guess is that he has severe mucocitis, with awful lesions from his mouth all the way down his esophagus. He is on IV morphine round the clock, with additional doses via PCA. He hasn't been able to eat anything in about 4 days. He has milkshakes which they slip protein powder in (he doesn't want protein powder!!?!??) He should not try to talk but he does anyway and it is impossible to understand him, which is so frustrating for him and everyone trying to understand him. Typically the white cells appear on day +9-+11, so I am praying he will turn the corner in the next day or so. His doctors think it may be a bit later because of the bad shape his marrow is in from all the chemo.
On an incredibly wonderful note, our previous office manager from the practice in Burbank, who became a surrogate daughter to us during the years she worked with us, will be coming here to help me care for Steve "whenever I want" and will stay as long as I want her to. She actually cried when I asked her if she could come and said she had been praying I would ask her to come. I was just absolutely overwhelmed by her generosity and love. It is nearly impossible for me to ask for help, and to have had that request to awesomely received was an incredible miracle to me. I think she's saved me!
Warmest thanks to all of you precious people for the well wishes and prayers. Please keep up the prayers.
Love,
Bev