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Insert Port, Check Biliary Drain, CT Scan and Mathew is Admitted Again

Texts between me and Kathleen

I just had the weirdest feeling. As if I am in a movie
and our individual reactions to each up and down
is just filler. That the end of the story is already 
written. It had a calming feeling to it.
And you know I don’t believe all that
“it was just their time” that our lives are predestined 
crap.
Sent 3-31-14


        Sandy, the nurse was just here. She says her
        nursing skills are at out disposal. So she can
        help with shots etc. So don’t worry.
        Rec’d 3-31-14


He’s out. Port is in. Couldn’t find any problem
with biliary drain. Is draining now. Maybe
clogged but he is still complaining about pain.
Of course, he is not fully conscious. Will be in
a few hours before we can go home.
Sent 3-31-14


         Hope pain goes away.
         Rec’d 3-31-14

They are going to do a CT scan to see
what they can figure out about why in so
much pain. He can’t go home in this
much pain.
Sent 3-31-14


          Ok. Hope it’s not serious.
          Rec’d 3-31-14


Me too. What’s funny is he is starting to pink up.
Don’t know if he is having a reaction to meds
or since his bilirubin is dropping his normal
color is returning.
Sent 3-31-14

His hair is falling out.
Sent 3-31-14


          Mom said you are not coming
          home. Hope they figure out soon.
          Rec’d 3-31-14

Chemo catching up with him.
Sent 3-31-14



          LOL. Alarm for 8:00 meds just went off.
          Rec’d 3-31-14


Finally, room 518. No results
yet from CT scan.
Sent 3-31-14


           OMG you must be exhausted.
           Rec’d March 3-31-14


Yep and my feet are killing me.
Sent 3-31-14


           Hope scan gives good info.
           Rec’d 3-31-14


Allison said it was weird it came 
on so strong and sudden. 
Sent 3-31-14



























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