Devree has had a bad evening, night and morning. She started out with a bad fall last night. The nurse and the assistant nurse tried to help her on the comode and she fell between the bed and the comode and she scraped her nose and hurt her lip and jammed her thumb so that she will loose the nail. The doctor had to check her all out and she was in a lot of pain. When she cried, she actually had about 4 tears from her right eye. It had created a couple tears throughout the day and I was amazed. But when she really had a cry it did make a few tears! She was in a lot of pain with her thumb and face and I asked her if we could say another prayer for her and she said yes. I said a prayer and she was able to rest and even endure the next part of the night that was probably worse.
Around 1am they decided she wasn't urinating enough and she had to get a catheter. The nurse tried 2 times and was unsuccessful. Then they called in the big gun nurses and after another hard 1/2 hour they finally got the catheter in. So Devree was in enough pain and asked why they didn't put her under for that procedure. I think she would have liked to be saved the embarrassment. Then at 7 am she got herself on the comode and she urinated. I told the nurse and the assistant nurse to be really careful because of her falling last night and not more than a few minutes and Devree falls again and scrapes up her right side because the assistant nurse had gotten her up to weigh her! Now they took out the catheter because she is urinating with it in and you are not supposed to be able to do that! Now the nurse from B clinic that doesn't ever know how to say Devree's name, (we call her tatoo wrist) asked me if I think Devree is getting worse at being able to stand and walk. I told her "Absolutely". She asked if I thought it was the chemo and I said "Yes". I just want this course to be done and not have these harsh chemicals in Devree anymore. Last night I wished again that I could be Devree and give her a reprieve from all of this for a little while. Tomorrow cannot come soon enough. Tomorrow is the day of rest, which means "No Mo CHEMO!". She will get her stem cells on Thursday and get to go back to the Target House.
Our prayers are working inspite of all of the horrible side affects. Having her eye making tears is wonderful to behold. I will be happy for that.