Simon is on day six at the hospital. We know most of the doctors and nurses by name now. We’re becoming experts with all the new medical terminology. One of our friends noticed some of Simon’s breathing equipment was operating improperly and fixed it . We even had a romantic, custom made dinner for two delivered from the cafeteria via a dear coworker with food connections (one of the best connections to have!). Not something we hoped to be pros at but hey, IT’S HAPPENING.
We finally, FINALLY got some good news today. Simon’s hemoglobin levels are stable. That was the first step towards coming home. The docs are diligently refining his pain management to help with breathing levels. His spirits are some of the best we’ve seen in three weeks and he is starting to slowly move around again. His oncologist has worked tirelessly to overcome each hurdle for the best outcome. He has been slow to make any decisions that would affect Simon negatively long term because he wants us to remain hopeful that this fight is not over yet. And he wants Simon to feel the best he can for as long as possible. With the diagnosis he is facing, that’s more than we could ask for from a human. His docs make have a Starbucks gift card in their future.
So the next step is furniture reconfiguration. We’re playing musical beds to make room for a new hospital bed and additional equipment so our man can come home. When we bought our house last year, we both marveled and scoffed at how large our master bedroom was, for California standards. We were like, “Who needs all this space? It’s ginormous!” Well, God knew it was going to be our own private hospital room without the MRSA and rude phlebotomists waking you up too early. Although I will miss the meal service…