There's no fever; the nausea comes and goes but it's not the problem it was. The principal complaints, beyond the fatigue which dictates 18 hours of sleep a day, give or take, are continuing stomach pain (likely the ascites), and back pain of the good (or bad) old fashioned variety, and so not likely a direct result of the transplant, but rather a collateral condition which has seized upon her inactivity and vulnerability to manifest itself. Vicodin to the rescue. It does seem to help.
The roof garden of their building offers a spectacular view of Boston's fireworks celebration (you all can watch same, with patriotic music from the Boston Pops, on NBC tonight). Unfortunately, because the views are primo, the crowds up top are large, so Bob will not hazard taking Susan up there, even if she's up to it, which she probably won't be. Nevertheless, tonight I believe there will be a touch of blue in Susan's blood to complement the red and white cells (yes, we always have thought of her, although untitled, as Nature's royalty, and rightly so).
For now, we'll take no change (over change for the worse) and a holding pattern until we can get information from her blood work and Dr. Soiffer consult at DFCI on Monday.
Happy Birthday, America!
Suz, Happy 4th! ....over & out
ReplyDeleteHi Susan & Bob,
ReplyDeleteHappy 4th to both of you. Hope the results on Monday are positive so you can finally spend time in your beautiful country home. I'll be thinking of rocking while you are recuperating.
love ya, gig