The psychological effect of cancer is starting to take its toll.
Holly is tired of being in the hospital not able to move, see her family or friends and generally in pain.
I miss her. The logistics of managing a job and a family are amazing. Single moms (and dads), you deserve a Nobel prize or something. I don’t know how you do it.
The kids miss her. Only being able to see their mom for 20 or 30 minutes a day simply isn’t cutting it.
We are starting to feel like there is an evil reality show taping our lives. Just toying with the two of us to see how long it will take us to snap.
Tonight was a painful night. They took out Holly’s epidural earlier today and she is in a lot of pain, both from the stitches internally and externally. There is a lot of gas build up in new plumbing and it is causing horrendous cramping. The psychological toll of seeing your wife wretch in pain is pretty high. There isn’t a whole lot that can be done other than beg the doctor for more pain meds, which were delivered while I was at the hospital. By the time I left, they had hit her pretty good and she was starting to feel slightly better.
We (I) expected some cramping per Dr. Youns guidance. Neither of us expected it to be this severe. It makes sense, but it still sucks. The good news is that she peed tonight and can walk to the bathroom on her own. Two very minor victories, but victories none the less. Tomorrow, off to hallway & beyond!!!
