Connie, much much ~ma for Hubby.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Connie, much much ~ma for Hubby.
No Connie, you don't need those kinds of calls. I hope they just want to keep an eye on him and make sure it's not going to happen again.
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I love it soooooo much.
Wow, that's quite a rec! I'm gonna get it. In this weird space I'm in the right smell can make all the difference between inner zen and cranky cakes.
All sympathies, Daniel.
Because it deserves a separate posts:
Connie, all ~ma for your husband.
Oh Connie, it sounds like they are on top of things at that place. I hope that they get things under control quickly. ~ma~ma~ma
Sending lots of ~ma for your hubby and you, Connie.
Hubby just called, he's nauseous and annoyed and complaining about the rude things they do to you in an ICU. No more wandering blithely around with all the equipment poked into him.
This issue is within the bounds of possibility for what he's going through. I guess we couldn't sail through on useful Viking mutations forever.
I understand that bone marrow therapy can be kind of a roller coaster, but I hope hubby only has a few of these scares. Cancer treatment reminds me of the title of Perri Klass's book about her time in med school, Not an Entirely Benign Procedure. As I recall, it came from the way one of her teachers described a treatment that could be hell on the patient.
I can't imagine how bad this would be if he had to use someone else's bone marrow.