Day 19
It's 1:00 AM in Atlanta and it is only evening here in Seattle. This near the solstice and this far north, sunset lasts close enough to dawn that even shadows find little time to sleep. John has finished his IV fluids, taken his various pills and settled into his evening with video games for company.
John's numbers have settled into an acceptable plane for now and his doctors are cautiously encouraged. We met with them today and were told to watch for manu small signs of GVHD - many small changes in eating, digestion, energy, skin condition - this cure is a hypochondriac's dream. Hearing such suggestions, rather than having them treated though is not all that bad.
We spent half the day at the clinic today, but they gave "us" tomorrow and Wednesday "off". John even got perrmission to drive a bit. He also received instructions on how to get the most out of what appetite he has at this point.
When John was a child, I installed one of the first wireless baby monitors in his room. Yesterday, I gave him a two-way radio to page me if he needs something in the night. For what there is of night and what time there is for rest, I will sleep a bit better knowing he is well and can wake me.
No sooner had I typed that line than I heard, "Um, Dad. I'm feeling sick and I think I may throw up." A damp towel and half an hour or conversation about what CDs are coming out tomorrow and whether BitTorrent is OK to download seemed to help, so now I'm back and signing off again for the night.
John's numbers have settled into an acceptable plane for now and his doctors are cautiously encouraged. We met with them today and were told to watch for manu small signs of GVHD - many small changes in eating, digestion, energy, skin condition - this cure is a hypochondriac's dream. Hearing such suggestions, rather than having them treated though is not all that bad.
We spent half the day at the clinic today, but they gave "us" tomorrow and Wednesday "off". John even got perrmission to drive a bit. He also received instructions on how to get the most out of what appetite he has at this point.
When John was a child, I installed one of the first wireless baby monitors in his room. Yesterday, I gave him a two-way radio to page me if he needs something in the night. For what there is of night and what time there is for rest, I will sleep a bit better knowing he is well and can wake me.
No sooner had I typed that line than I heard, "Um, Dad. I'm feeling sick and I think I may throw up." A damp towel and half an hour or conversation about what CDs are coming out tomorrow and whether BitTorrent is OK to download seemed to help, so now I'm back and signing off again for the night.
