Another eventful day. More blood cultures because they found some kind of bacterial infection that could end up being nothing. So, the nurse took blood from my port again, which is where they think the original problem might be, or else it was just contaminated (hoping for this), and the phlebotomist took blood from a vein, one of the last survivors in my right arm. Because of missing lymph nodes from my primary cancer’s surgery, we cannot use the left arm for blood pressure, injections or IVs.
One of the pulmonology fellows stopped by to connect a pump to the tube coming out of my lung to see if it will make me more comfortable by draining out some of the fluid, which is more than I can get from using my own kit to extract the fluid. They will keep it connected overnight.
Marvin also brought my own walker in because no one seemed to be able to find a walker for me to use here, and I really want to try to get up and do a little walking. While they say I need to rest, I also feel like I need to try to get a little movement. We will see how that goes. I may go five steps before I am overcome with fatigue.
In addition to a visit from my friend and, of course, Marvin, a young high-school student of music came to my room to ask whether I’d like to hear some violin music, which, of course, I did. She played a number of pieces including Czardas, a long-time favorite, and did just to all of them. She is sharing her talent by volunteering here on the weekend playing for patients. How lucky that she happened to pass my room for her last performance before going home for the day.
Thanks, again, for all the wonderful support. This has been a difficult and scary time for me, and I am appreciating all of your comments and encouragement. It makes my day to open a comment here or on FB from you. Thanks, again. I will stay in touch as much as possible and hope you will, too.