Peyton looked like crap last night.
Walking through the store where she started complaining that her tummy hurt, I looked at her.
REALLY looked at her.
Her skin? Sheet white.
Her eyes? Deep grey circles under.
Just overall feeling like a bucket of poo.
Of course, my heart sinks to the tips of my toes.
And I know that she was tired [...]
Posts Tagged ‘adventures at the clinic’
WHO packed the crazy and the paranoia in the same box!?
The end is nigh!
I’m sure you’re prepared for some sort of WOWZER! type post about the last day of clinic chemo.
I just don’t have it in me today.
It happened today, though.
Finally.
Port working on first try. Check.
Final Vincristine given safely. Check.
Peyton went happily to be anesthetized. Check.
Sort of wishing they’d anesthetized me as well. Check.
Final spinal tap administered. Check.
Final [...]
No final chemo and words likely to drive me over the edge to the dark place
My heart raced when Peyton and I walked into the clinic this morning.
I mean PUMPING!
Possibly worse than the first time Peter and I walked in there with her, so fragile with dread.
I had myself worked up into a good frenzy.
I would see each procedure as the last.
The last time she would be having the chemo [...]
The weight of words
Peyton had her bi-weekly oncology clinic visit today. They pricked her finger and we got a CBC (complete blood count) that showed everything is right on target.
My heart is relieved. Each visit, each month…no matter how good she looks, how energetic she’s been…there’s a stutter in my chest while I wait to receive the results [...]
No such thing as a good spinal tap?
Today I was proven wrong. Because today? Today I watched my child have a BAD one.
Peyton had her monthly visit at the clinic for a spinal tap with chemo injected into her spinal fluid and chemo in her port.
I’m not going to go into the awful details of WHY there was blood on the table, [...]

















