Last night was rough. She kept waking up every hour crying and saying, "No!". I am pretty sure she was dreaming that we were at PCMC. Except it's not a dream. I felt so bad and I tried to comfort her when she was crying for mommy. But she kept pushing me away and saying, "No, I want my mommy." I wasn't numb then, it felt real. Couldn't quite hold it together. It didn't help that the nurses come in every few hours to take vitals. She wakes up and it's a fight all over again. We were awakened by a tech that walked right in and said,"Good morning!" as we were all cound asleep. That didn't stop her. I guess it was time to get up. Dang. Let's just say that it was not the way Taleah wanted to be awakened.
The new nurses came in and went over some things. Took more vitals, gave more medicine and ate some breakfast. I can already tell the medicine is going to be a challenge. Too bad she has lots to take every day. They gave her more platelets because hers were extremely low. She is now receiving some more chemo, the strong one. Hoping that goes well and if it does we will be discharged. HOME!!! I am hoping that things will go well and she will be much happier.
I have seen so many people and learned a lot in preparation to go home. A new lifestyle coming our way. I hope we can do it. We can! Especially with the support we have.
I don't even know where to begin and how to thank everyone. I'm sure I don't even know every person that has done something for us up to this point. So grateful! Thanks everyone! Truly, from the bottom of my heart. Everytime I think about the help people have been offering I breakdown. Lots of breakdowns. Welcome to my new life! :)