TGIF

May 29, 2009

Today was Friday.  A big day for all of us.  It started off with reinserting of the feeding tube.  Yup, she pulled it out again.  Then we had some meetings with the oncologist, because they needed to start her chemotherapy on Saturday.  What she was getting all dolled up for was that her other Daddy was coming back on Saturday and she wanted to look her best.

It was an Airica spa day.  She wanted a shower so badly, but wasn't allowed to until she got a physical therapist's okay to get up more than into a chair.  So I improvised the best that I could so she could feel clean and beautiful.  I, along with some assistance from the nurse, gave her the best wash cloth bath/massage that I could create.  Then, fresh lotion for smelling good, baby lotion her favorite.

The nurses knew this awesome trick to wash hair from a hospital bed, so we found the smellingest good shampoo that we could and washed her thick brown hair.  Then I was able to dry it with the blow dryer and curl it up so fancy for her.  She looked at herself in the mirror and loved it!  She was feeling better, doing better, and even looking better.

Even though it was a fun spa day, I still had to sit through the chemo plan.  We had been worrying about her lungs and survival this had been on the back burner for a while.  Unfortunately, it was still there to deal with.  She would be on all kinds of chemo drugs.  It would be one week of drugs throughout the day, and three weeks of rest and recovery.  This would be for six months.  She would lose  her hair, and she would lose the ability to have children of her own.  I was so happy that there was a treatment for her, yet my heart hurt because of the things that she would have to give up. 

We were not going to worry her with these details right now, and I was going to try to not worry about them either.  After all look at her, she just beat full respiratory failure, due to who knows what still, when she was given a 30% chance to survive one night on life support.  All those details aside, she was amazing and strong.  I was so happy and proud, and she was in such good spirits, and smiling.