Decry -- Word for the Day -- Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Decry
DEFINITION: (verb) to criticize or condemn.

Started the morning with arriving at UAMS at 7:20 a.m. Got the collection started at 8:05, on the nose. Reports from yesterday's lab indicated he would probably only produce 1 million today. We pray it was more. We won't know the exact amount until later.

New port has been quite painful, but he doesn't want pain meds because he wants to drive. Poor guy.

We don't have much to decry. We are concerned right now about how we got over to the collection center, just by 'word of mouth'. We are concerned his blood transfusion orders were not ordered yesterday as promised. But, from all our postings, you know and we know, things have run rather smoothly. We really can't decry. It just always brings me back to the sermon KJ did a few weeks ago -- "Why Count Your Blessings When You Can Complain?" Which do we generally find more convenient?

We got back to UAMS this afternoon at 4:30... Bad choice.... Chemo Sabe was to get a unit of blood and platelets. The blood was late... We got home at 8:30 p.m. Quick grilled cheese and bowl of soup and two pain pills. Now to bed.

We won't know until the morning about how much he collected. I don't think it was much. Billy must have been dishing them out because they received a call from their doctor this afternoon to come meet with him tomorrow for a possible discharge. He only had one collection. So, the moral of this story -- no pain, no gain. You gotta hurt like hell and be so sick you can't walk to know your babies are making.

One woman from Shreveport was never in the waiting room any of her visits. Straight back to a separate area with a bed for her. She was horribly sick throughout the process after the chemo. Started the same time as our group. They collected from her the "first" visit --- 33 million. They are going home on Friday. She is still sick.

Decry ---- can't, won't, shouldn't... We will pray for better tomorrow.

Gotta cut it short. Chemo Sabe is complaining he hasn't spent enough time with me today... Helloooooooo, I guess all those hours at the hospital just aren't good quality time.

Oh.... one more thing --- All the doors were locked on our way out this evening. I turned the lock on a double sliding door to get out... Then, Chemo Sabe had to go to the potty right quick. A janitor told me we couldn't go out that door because it was locked. You know me --- I corrected him and told him I already had. He got a little assy with me. Said something about me setting off an alarm if I did that. We did go to the other door and there were two cops... waiting on us. Wellllll... he didn't have to get assy with me. I believe my words on the way out the door were, "He didn't have to talk to me like I was a criminal".

Will talk more tomorrow... Pray for those million dollar babies!!

Love --- Pepper