Hunter had a fever of 104.5 last night. whoa. It was my turn to sleep with him.......so needless to say - I didn't need any blankets. It was like sleeping next to a campfire.
He's had fevers on and off for the last two days and might continue to have them until this round of chemo is complete. Apparently - Clofarabine kicks your arse.
Today was the first day that he didn't really feel like eating. We are hoping to keep as much weight on him as we can just so that he's got some strength to endure. Time for ice cream, french fries and chocolate. yum yum. Good for Hunter.......bad for mom and dad. We are sporting our hospital bellies FOR SURE. I'll get FAT for my kid - no questions asked. hee hee. Anything to support Hunter!!!!
They also did his Hickman dressing change last night and it was the first time EVER that I got a little queezy and had to sit down. To see a hole in Hunter's chest with a huge tube going in with the visual of chemo poison shooting through it just kinda threw me for a loop. I sincerely thought I was going to vomit. He was also on Morphine for the pain.............so.........it was just really sad seeing Hunter so out of it and still being such a trooper. I feel like my heart gets broken about 1-3 times a day.
Hunter's Hickman 2 days after surgery.
Hunter on Morphine while getting his dressing change.
This is when I lost it........it's not like I haven't seen it before????
This is the Clofarabine that is infused once a day along with another chemo by the name of Cytarabine.
A very wise and spiritual frog that we picked up along the way that's whispering words of encouragement into Hunter's ear.
2 comments:
Such a fighter that little Hunter...quite angelic too, I might add. Our thoughts and healing light are always with you.
XO,
The Patrix
hugs to you, fighter Hunter!
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