Fuck. Treatment cancelled today and our schedule just blew up in our faces.
JZ was feeling queasy when we arrived and she hadn't had a BM for a few days. They wanted to be extra careful so they took an x-ray.
Then she threw up into a bag in a wheelchair on her way to the x-ray. And then she felt better.
X-Ray showed nothing different from previous CT scans (so no worse than the original diagnosis) but they're worried about a partial obstruction and don't want to go forward with the treatment (either the chemo or the clinical study meds).
Now she's got an enema plus imaging scheduled for today to try to clear her out. But they can't renew the treatment until Monday.
Emmett has volunteered to cover Monday through Wednesday so we can stay on-turn with our treatment plan (which we want because the blood work shows the study meds are helping).
But now I'm in a limbo state where I haven't had anything confirmed from the doctor or the trial coordinator to pull the trigger on cancelling our flight on Sunday, booking new tix for Wednesday and extending our stay at the hotel.
And today was going to be a short easy day in comparison to the first two trips with ten hour days of clinical blood draws.
This whole thing is hard enough without extra complications. It's so hard to line all the elements up and then it's all fucked on this trip.
If she had pooped yesterday we wouldn't have doubled the length of this trip. (And she tried with a suppository, so....).