If it’s not one thing, it’s another. We got a handle on meds, now it’s poop that is giving us fits. Des gets an incredible pain from being backed up, and even though two doses of miralax and another medication that is supposed to push it out goes in him every day, apparently his bowels don’t evacuate enough on a normal poop schedule. So after an ER trip last Friday, Saturday we were on poop duty, to the point of renaming our 1/2 bath “the Gallery” because of all the paintings he’s done and hung in there trying to relax and past the time. It worked. He was doing better. Then yesterday he had chemo, vincristine to be exact, which commonly causes constipation again, and his steroid hunger was in full swing yesterday. That leads us to last night of pain and breathing exercises (for everyone), and another day at the “gallery” today.
This was a venting post. I do apologize. Next one will be happy, but also probably about poop 👨🏻🎨🤦🏻♀️
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