Apprehensive would be the perfect way to describe the way I felt walking into Children's hospital this morning for Jimmy's first day of chemo. I kept watching Jimmy for some sign of nervousness or fear, as I watched him inhale a sausage McMuffin in the car on the way...nothing. I asked how he felt and if he was nervous as we walked through the parking garage...nope. I quickly glanced at his face as we walked through the doors of the elevator taking us to the 2nd floor oncology wing...zero. As a matter of fact, he was cracking jokes all the way down the hall.
We were led to Infusion Room #8, (all the kids have private rooms), inside was a recliner, a couple other chairs, a bed, tv, phone, table, shelves w books and toys for younger kids, and the pole to hang the chemo IV bags on. (Jimmy immediately named his "Bob") All in all, a fairly comfortable room, considering it's purpose. Over the 10hrs we were there, he received 6 chemo drugs, and various other meds to combat nausea and dehydration, all hung from Bob, next to Jimmy all day. Jimmy went to the bathroom, Bob followed behind. Jimmy got up to stretch and walk around the room, Bob was beside him the whole time. Jimmy and Bob are going to be constant companions over the next few months.
During the time we were there, Jimmy ordered food, watched Ridiculousness and Tosh, (both of which I think are incredibly stupid, but it entertained him), surfed YouTube for subliminal message videos, and occasionally threw out a one liner that had the nurses in stitches and me, too. You would never have known he was there for chemotherapy just by his demeanor and attitude. He never complained, was never rude, never asked for anything...he just sat there and allowed the nurse to do what needed to be done to make him healthy.
Around 5pm, all of a sudden, he said he had pain in his stomach, so the nurse gave him a hefty dose of Benadryl. While she was putting it in his port, he fell asleep...hard. At about 6:30 we eventually woke him up and he said he was feeling sick, so the nurse gave him a anti-nausea med, which made him dizzy and sleepy. We have been home for 3 hrs now and so far, he hasn't had any more symptoms, and seems ok. He has yet to throw up or have any other problems.
I am so blessed to have the privilege of being Jimmy's mom, I have never been so proud of him than I have been the past few weeks. Not because he hasn't gotten scared or nervous, but because of his inner strength, perseverance, and positive attitude. All he wants is to get better, and come home to his house, his dog, and play games with his friends.
I am so thankful for the amazing nurse that took care of Jimmy today, I will never forget how great she treated my son, how she went out of her way to make us feel comfortable today, how she took the time to explain everything, and anticipated his every need.
I am so blessed to have such great, caring friends in our life who encourage us and who have been so supportive .
We are so blessed to have such an incredible God who knows what's in our hearts and minds and makes His presence known to give us comfort and peace.
We were led to Infusion Room #8, (all the kids have private rooms), inside was a recliner, a couple other chairs, a bed, tv, phone, table, shelves w books and toys for younger kids, and the pole to hang the chemo IV bags on. (Jimmy immediately named his "Bob") All in all, a fairly comfortable room, considering it's purpose. Over the 10hrs we were there, he received 6 chemo drugs, and various other meds to combat nausea and dehydration, all hung from Bob, next to Jimmy all day. Jimmy went to the bathroom, Bob followed behind. Jimmy got up to stretch and walk around the room, Bob was beside him the whole time. Jimmy and Bob are going to be constant companions over the next few months.
During the time we were there, Jimmy ordered food, watched Ridiculousness and Tosh, (both of which I think are incredibly stupid, but it entertained him), surfed YouTube for subliminal message videos, and occasionally threw out a one liner that had the nurses in stitches and me, too. You would never have known he was there for chemotherapy just by his demeanor and attitude. He never complained, was never rude, never asked for anything...he just sat there and allowed the nurse to do what needed to be done to make him healthy.
Around 5pm, all of a sudden, he said he had pain in his stomach, so the nurse gave him a hefty dose of Benadryl. While she was putting it in his port, he fell asleep...hard. At about 6:30 we eventually woke him up and he said he was feeling sick, so the nurse gave him a anti-nausea med, which made him dizzy and sleepy. We have been home for 3 hrs now and so far, he hasn't had any more symptoms, and seems ok. He has yet to throw up or have any other problems.
I am so blessed to have the privilege of being Jimmy's mom, I have never been so proud of him than I have been the past few weeks. Not because he hasn't gotten scared or nervous, but because of his inner strength, perseverance, and positive attitude. All he wants is to get better, and come home to his house, his dog, and play games with his friends.
I am so thankful for the amazing nurse that took care of Jimmy today, I will never forget how great she treated my son, how she went out of her way to make us feel comfortable today, how she took the time to explain everything, and anticipated his every need.
I am so blessed to have such great, caring friends in our life who encourage us and who have been so supportive .
We are so blessed to have such an incredible God who knows what's in our hearts and minds and makes His presence known to give us comfort and peace.
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