Hospital

Friday evening, my mom went to the emergency room. I got a call from my dad while I was having dinner at a friend's house. They told me not to worry. Not to rush. Finish up. There was nothing urgent. It was just that the pain that she had been feeling in her stomach for the last couple weeks had become unbearable.

She's still there this evening ... and we have no clear sense of when they'll release her. Last night, they gave her two units of blood. Her hemoglobin was low. They've also been pumping her up with intravenous antibiotics, which seem to have helped to lower the fever she's been running for the last few weeks. Every four hours, they've been administering pain medications for her stomach. They were helping up until a few hours ago, when her body suddenly decided that it just wanted to feel the pain. They gave her a different pain med and that seems to be working for now. The on-call doctor thinks she might have a bowel obstruction, so tomorrow morning she'll get a CT scan done on her abdomen. Also, she stopped taking her chemo.

That's it for now. I have many observations in my head all swimming around like fish gone mad, but I can't write them down right now. They feel better all crazy and zigzag zigzag than they would all organized and then, then, then, then.

One thing, though--I hate that the doctors are all acting like it's time it's time it's time to go so let it happen. FUCK them.