When all else fails
Squishing all appointments in on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays has its advantages and drawbacks. We spent another long day at the Jewish.
Gilly had a headache this morning, so Thi didn’t work him too hard, and used the time to demonstrate what we could do at home (which is easier said than done, but still, important to know). His headache resolved itself a short while later. It may have been casued by tooth pain.
We moved up to the 8th floor at around 9:30 to meet the primary nurse for the first time. Our appointment was for noon, but I was told to just come up after physio, and so we did. The secretary noticed a glitch, and made arrangements for us to be seen even though we were scheduled for the wrong day. We waited and waited and waited, and then finally were taken into another room to wait and wait and wait! It was about 11:30 when we were done! I’m glad we didn’t arrive at noon, because we would probably still be sitting there by this time.
Erica, the primary nurse, is a fountain of information, and very approachable. I asked many questions and so did she. Gilly turned to me every time she tried to extract information from him, but she was respectful and continued to see him as the ‘key’ character in the drama. She was asked to look into two matters, both of which she accomplished within two hours of our visit. She’s on the ball, and I feel safe with Gilly in her hands. One of the tasks she completed was to make an appointment with the psychologist in the oncology department. He’s going on vacation, so we have to wait until August 23rd to see him. At least we’re moving in a positive direction.
Dr. MacDonald called to say that Gilly’s blood test results (from yesterday) indicate low levels of certain hormones, so I was asked to hold off on filling the progesterone prescription for now. He needs to have more blood tests done next week so as to treat him properly. I personally was not surprised; I had my suspicions. I’m very glad that he’s part of the CNR program, or we would not know this information. The brain is an amazing organ. Gilly’s tumour is having a field day, encroaching on all sorts of body functions. Information about hormones and their role in appetite production is a whole new topic we’re about to become educated in.
Gilly’s toothache was examined by Marvin, but there is no evidence of further decay in the area, so no more fillings, drillings, or anything else that rhymes.
Yaron just arrived home (he came in late last night for his day off), and so we’re packing up for the trip up north. Gilly is resting as we scurry about. It was a long day of appointments (we were gone from 8:30 to 2:30) and he’s beat. Hunger is the furthest thing from his mind, but I’m hoping he’ll sup with his son and consume even just a little. Otherwise, I’ll make a second batch of smoothie for the evening hours; he seems to accept this when all else fails (thankfully).
Gilly had a headache this morning, so Thi didn’t work him too hard, and used the time to demonstrate what we could do at home (which is easier said than done, but still, important to know). His headache resolved itself a short while later. It may have been casued by tooth pain.
We moved up to the 8th floor at around 9:30 to meet the primary nurse for the first time. Our appointment was for noon, but I was told to just come up after physio, and so we did. The secretary noticed a glitch, and made arrangements for us to be seen even though we were scheduled for the wrong day. We waited and waited and waited, and then finally were taken into another room to wait and wait and wait! It was about 11:30 when we were done! I’m glad we didn’t arrive at noon, because we would probably still be sitting there by this time.
Erica, the primary nurse, is a fountain of information, and very approachable. I asked many questions and so did she. Gilly turned to me every time she tried to extract information from him, but she was respectful and continued to see him as the ‘key’ character in the drama. She was asked to look into two matters, both of which she accomplished within two hours of our visit. She’s on the ball, and I feel safe with Gilly in her hands. One of the tasks she completed was to make an appointment with the psychologist in the oncology department. He’s going on vacation, so we have to wait until August 23rd to see him. At least we’re moving in a positive direction.
Dr. MacDonald called to say that Gilly’s blood test results (from yesterday) indicate low levels of certain hormones, so I was asked to hold off on filling the progesterone prescription for now. He needs to have more blood tests done next week so as to treat him properly. I personally was not surprised; I had my suspicions. I’m very glad that he’s part of the CNR program, or we would not know this information. The brain is an amazing organ. Gilly’s tumour is having a field day, encroaching on all sorts of body functions. Information about hormones and their role in appetite production is a whole new topic we’re about to become educated in.
Gilly’s toothache was examined by Marvin, but there is no evidence of further decay in the area, so no more fillings, drillings, or anything else that rhymes.
Yaron just arrived home (he came in late last night for his day off), and so we’re packing up for the trip up north. Gilly is resting as we scurry about. It was a long day of appointments (we were gone from 8:30 to 2:30) and he’s beat. Hunger is the furthest thing from his mind, but I’m hoping he’ll sup with his son and consume even just a little. Otherwise, I’ll make a second batch of smoothie for the evening hours; he seems to accept this when all else fails (thankfully).
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