Thursday, April 17, 2008

Update from March

I meant to update a lot sooner than this, but we went home unexpectedly, and I have been so busy since then! Now that Easter, revival, my birthday, and some key deadlines have passed, I am working on getting all my misc items caught up. Here are some pictures and the rest of the story from our last trip to St. Jude, and a current update.

When I last blogged, I told you about trying to follow the ambulance across Arkansas. Jack was driving down to meet us in Conway to bring me Beth and some clothes, and I snapped this shot of Chet in the ambulance as we waited for him. They had him buckled in completely, which made me feel a little better knowing he was flying down the road at approximately 100mph!

These are the pictures from the IV lesson the social worker came to give Chet. Although he wasn't a very cooperative student at first, it really did help the next morning when he had to have an IV re-inserted.
Chet was also given a stress bag full of items he could use to distract himself during the IV. She also gave him markers to decorate the bag with. His favorite part of this bag was the 20 Questions game. He plays with it constantly now when we are in the hotel room.

Beth really did enjoy the class, and both of them thought this really sticky frog was cool.


The frog became a major source of entertainment the rest of the time we were there. That evening, Chet had thrown it too high and it stuck on the ceiling. I am not tall enough to reach it even when I stood on a chair, and it was too sticky to be able to just knock it off the ceiling, so we did the only thing we could and left it there. We laughed and joked about what the housekeepers were going to think when they saw the frog, we kept reminding each other the frog was watching everything we did, and generally had fun with in a goofy, bored sort of way... lol. It took a few days for that frog to finally fall off the ceiling.
On St. Patty's morning Chet went back in for another marrow aspiration, and as you can see, he was a bit reluctant to be there. Actually, what he really doesn't like (other than the IV) is that he cannot eat before the appointment due to the anesthesia.
This is Chet's primary medical specialist, Martha. She is wonderful. I can call her anytime with questions or problems, and she gave me her direct number if we have anymore emergencies so we don't have to try to coordinate information with the residents on call and any local ER docs we are seeing. When Chet goes in for the aspirations, I can stay in the room with him right up until he falls asleep from the anesthesia. It makes it a lot easier to leave that room knowing my baby is in such good hands.

This isn't Chet's doctor, but I absolutely loved that he came to work as a leprechaun. There are so many serious, heart-breaking things happening in St. Jude all the time with the kids there, and it makes it easier for everyone involved when everyone from the kids to the doctors can celebrate anything they can!

After his recovery time, the kids wanted to go on the hunt for the Pot of Gold the hospital was having. We found all five shamrocks with clues to the next station, and at the end we found a pot full of a rainbow of playdough. Chet picked green and gold... lol... because they are the color of money.
Beth went with pink and purple, one for her and one for Faith. She was really cute the whole time we were there, saving something from everyday for one of her siblings when she got home. She had a marker for Kyle, the playdough for Faith, a book for Todd, and a snack for Matt.
Chet spent most of the rest of the afternoon recovering in the game room. He was a little more sore this time than last, but other than that he didn't have any lingering problems from the aspitation.
We had a couple of days to wait for the test results over the weekend and on Saturday we just wanted out of the hotel for a little while. We are huge Food Network nerds, and we found out the Neely's BBQ is literally around the corner from St. Jude. We had to go eat there. Afterwards, we stopped at the grocery store and got some water and snacks, and by then Chet was feeling pretty tired so we headed back.


On Sunday we went in for another urine test to check for blood, and it was completely clear. Woohoo!
On Monday we went back in for counts, and Chet's platelets were still falling. He was down to 15,000 platelets, so an appointment was made to get an ultrasound the next morning and then another appointment to give him another platelet transfusion. On Tuesday when Chet woke up I noticed he wasn't looking so pale, and he was feeling really well. We went in for new counts, and then to the ultrasound to check for any bloodclots in his stomach, wherehe got the "all clear." Then we went over to check in for the platelets, and while we were waiting for them to find a bed for him we went to lunch. In the middle of our lunch, my phone rang. It was Martha calling to tell me they had cancelled the platelet appointment. At first my stomach lurched wondering what had gone wrong, but instead she was calling with great news. Overnight he had jumped up to 49,000 platelets! It was phenomonal! She said after Beth and I had our blood drawn for the HLA typing we could go home. We weren't going to argue with that!
We finished eating, and headed over the TTU clinic to get our blood drawn. They had to enter Beth and I in as patients and give us bands. After having seen this with Chet a few times, Beth put her arm out for the band and then looked up at me and said, "Mommy, why do I have to get a shot?" I hadn't even told her yet what was going to happen so she wouldn't spend a long time being worried. She was sooo brave though! We got in there and she sat down on my lap, put her little arm out there, and even though she was worried she didn't actually cry until the needle actually went in her skin. Chet took this picture, and I thought he did a pretty good job.

Then it was time to take his IV out, and head home. He wanted me to make sure I got a close up of the IV before he would let the nurse take it out. He wants to show it to his friends... lol.

We drove home that night through some serious weather. There were thunderstorms, tornado warnings, and major floods in all of the counties as we headed north. We made it home safe and sound, and waited to see what would happen next. So far, he has done remarkably well. He has't had anymore pancreaitis, he has energy, and best of all his platelet count is up to 64,000. The nature of this disease is that you cannot predict what will happen or when. There are sudden attacks, and then sudden recoveries. Martha said, "The only thing we know for sure is that he is unpredictable." So for now, we are thanking God (power of prayer, Baby!) and celebrating every minute he is feeling and looking good. He started bruising again last week, which worried me, but this time he was bruising because he had actually bumped his arm on something. I guess we can let him do that occasionally... :0)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Chet, you just keep staying strong because I know that you can make it through anything. I love you and I hope you are feeling better.

Jessica