Hanging in there
Last night was tougher. Quent's blood pressure dropped considerably. His temperature was very high, as was his heart rate. He had an oxygen mask on and it was not pretty to watch (I'm not just talking his hair, though that is far from pretty too).
I found it all quite hard, but I keep telling myself that they know what they are doing (they clearly do!) and we had expected it to be even tougher. My concerns were confirmed when a special nurse arrived this morning to introduce herself - from "critical care outreach". I think they go round the hospital checking out prospective clients. She had heard of Quentin's situation and came to talk through the tough night and offer words of comfort and encouragement. I think she was a bit surprised that Quent seemed more intent on getting an air bubble back up the pipe to the top of his drip bag. Thank goodness I was looking ashen faced enough to make her visit worthwhile.
So, we are waiting for dose 8. Quent is still in "bring it on" mode, but the nurses want to wait a while before hitting him again (with the drugs, there's no smoking and, I am sure, no smacking in the hospital). I wish I could say we were nearly there, but we're only just over half way.
Oh, and we are both missing Oakley like mad.
On the positive side, the sun is shining and this is, as Quent keeps reminding me, our chance of a cure.
I found it all quite hard, but I keep telling myself that they know what they are doing (they clearly do!) and we had expected it to be even tougher. My concerns were confirmed when a special nurse arrived this morning to introduce herself - from "critical care outreach". I think they go round the hospital checking out prospective clients. She had heard of Quentin's situation and came to talk through the tough night and offer words of comfort and encouragement. I think she was a bit surprised that Quent seemed more intent on getting an air bubble back up the pipe to the top of his drip bag. Thank goodness I was looking ashen faced enough to make her visit worthwhile.
So, we are waiting for dose 8. Quent is still in "bring it on" mode, but the nurses want to wait a while before hitting him again (with the drugs, there's no smoking and, I am sure, no smacking in the hospital). I wish I could say we were nearly there, but we're only just over half way.
Oh, and we are both missing Oakley like mad.
On the positive side, the sun is shining and this is, as Quent keeps reminding me, our chance of a cure.
posted by Helen at 7/29/2007 10:13:00 am
4 Comments:
Thinking of you D&H
We're sending you huge hugs and at least a billion positive vibes.
Tell Quent that his ebay withdrawal symptoms might be reduced by taking a pre-Internet approach to entertainment ...
How about drawing a beautiful, poster size map of your past, present and future together and then pinning it to the bedroom wall to keep your hearts and minds firmly focused on where you're going to be?
We know you two will make it through.
Relax, stay strong and keep smiling. We are thinking of you.
Heaps of love
Lisa & Werner xxxxxxx
Hi there,
Sounds like it's getting really, really tough but we all know that you are both brave enough and positive enough to make it through.
After all chattering teeth was never really going to be a good enough story to tell when you are sitting at the fireside, old and grey, telling your grandchilren about all this? Well, in Quentin's case I guess he's more likely to be taking them abseiling but you get my drift!
Let's hope the more dramatic the reaction, the more intensely it's working and so the greater the probability of a cure. I can almost hear Q shouting 'bring it on'!!
Lots of love,
Jo
xx
Hi you two more positive vibes coming from Carol and Charles Thinking of you and sending lots of energy and strength plus a couple of bossy comments like don't forget to eat Helen and give the nurses a break Quentin (though a bet they all adore you) Looking forward to hearing about the Sailing trip ! and I want to see Oakley mooring a Chair praying for a better night for you both
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