Yes, we're back @ SGH once again after yesterday's episode.
We checked in yesterday afternoon to Ward 74 since the Oncology Ward 48 was full at this time. Though this was sort of an upgrade we didn't enjoy it one bit because of the freezing temperatures! It's like winter here!
Anyway Jo's on a non-eating plan until her tummy fully recovers.
Good news is that the retching has stopped.
However early this morning there was another "episode" of breathlessness that scared me once again. After placing the plasma bag for transfusion, Jo suddenly complained of breathing difficulties. Oh no, not again...I prayed! But it gradually got worsed and a heart rate hit something like 150 bpm. After a dose of morphin and over 2 hours, she gradually calmed down...phew... Docs still don't have a conclusion to why this happened, but chances are she had a rare reaction to the plasma.
She's supposed to be transferred back to Ward 48 shortly. Just pray that its not a midnight move or something.
She'll need more rest, so don't bother visiting just yet...I'll keep ya all notified. Thanks.
We checked in yesterday afternoon to Ward 74 since the Oncology Ward 48 was full at this time. Though this was sort of an upgrade we didn't enjoy it one bit because of the freezing temperatures! It's like winter here!
Anyway Jo's on a non-eating plan until her tummy fully recovers.
Good news is that the retching has stopped.
However early this morning there was another "episode" of breathlessness that scared me once again. After placing the plasma bag for transfusion, Jo suddenly complained of breathing difficulties. Oh no, not again...I prayed! But it gradually got worsed and a heart rate hit something like 150 bpm. After a dose of morphin and over 2 hours, she gradually calmed down...phew... Docs still don't have a conclusion to why this happened, but chances are she had a rare reaction to the plasma.
She's supposed to be transferred back to Ward 48 shortly. Just pray that its not a midnight move or something.
She'll need more rest, so don't bother visiting just yet...I'll keep ya all notified. Thanks.
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5 comments:
Dear Jo & Alex, Praise God for your strength and faith in such difficult times. You are truly shining witnesses and a blessing to those who know you. Take heart for the Lord knows, takes delight and is always watching over you.
Keeping you both in prayer,
Michelle Chuan
I just found your site by accident - looking for the words of LifeSong. My heart goes out to you both through this incredible journey of life. We know the pain - as we have a daughter who has had open heart surgery as an infant & spent 10 weeks in ICU and we also had a stillborn daughter and lost a 16 year old son in an accident. Life IS hard - BUT - God IS good. May God's peace that passes ALL understanding surround you both.
Dear Jo/Alex,
Got this from a friend, think they are lyrics of a song, just to share the beautiful words with you.
God Said No
I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations;
It isn't granted, it is learned.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No.
I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
And brings you closer to me.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own! ,
But I will prune you to make you fruitful.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.
I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said..Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.
May God Bless You.
Cheerio,
Julie
Dearie Jo & Alex,
I am touched by your Strength and Faith during this period of ordeal. We will continue to pray for both of you for Strength, patience and healing.
2 Corinthians 13:14 The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all. Amen
Geena & Kelvin
A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise.
Nothing……
She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster, No good……
Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice.
"I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone.
"He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."
''I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.
His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.
"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does
your brother need?"
I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation.
But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."
"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.
"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly.
"And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."
"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."
" He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I
want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."
That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed
free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"
Tess smiled.. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents.... plus the faith of a little child..
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law...
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