Overnight on Saturday (day 3), my Dad had some pulmonary problems sneak up on him. They swarmed his room in the middle of the night like a swat team and freaked him out. Apparently his heart had gone "a-fib" - it wasn't pumping right, so he got moved to a different floor for better monitoring. It was scary because the floor they moved him to wasn't just a regular floor, it says Bone Marrow Transplant and Leukemia Floor when you get off the elevator - much more intense.
He made progress yesterday in that his heart kind of stopped freaking out and he was able to switch from two cardiac drips (in addition to the other 5) down to one and he started taking the one he dropped in an oral form. Last evening they droped the second cardiac medication and were hoping to get him off the monitor last night too. His rhythm was evening out. I think it was a reaction to stress and the chemo starting up. I am hoping we don't have any more unexpected hiccups like that.
I saw my Dad yesterday afternoon and I thought he looked better (spirit wise) and sounded a little more "in the fight" than before, but my Mom thought he seemed a little more down. I am sure when I visit he's a little perkier than when it's just he and Mom.
They drew blood before putting up his second day of chemo (another drip), so I am curious to hear those results today. We are still waiting on more info from the bone marrow draw, so again, waiting on more information.
No matter what, the course of treatment they are doing right now is what they would do no matter what. It is only once they start to further pinpoint the disease that they start tweaking chemo and drugs later. So, for now, these seven days are the way to go.
Tried to get up there today and was a couple minutes from the hospital when school called -Quinn wasn't feeling well, so I had to turn around and go all the way back to get her. Don't know when I'll get up again with the snow and the week we have ahead (Quinn's birthday on Thursday etc).
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