She got 3 vaccination boosters, for meningitis and pneumonia. She was upset with me that I mistakenly said it was one shot, but it was three. We weren’t sure if her immunosuppression would prevent her from responding appropriately to these vaccinations, but later that night she felt ill. Hopefully the COVID vaccine will be available soon for her and her brother in early November. And then the flu vaccine. And then the COVID 2nd shot. And since she’s immunosuppressed, she may need to test for antibodies and possibly need a 3rd vaccination. It’s a lot. Shots makes her stressed and sad for the day.
She’s had a couple more migraines. She cried a couple nights, and then cried more because she felt guilty for waking me up. I comforted her, and reassured her that I’m happy to help her, and that migraines make you dumber, slower to make good choices, and feel unnecessarily guilty. And I used to cry in bed, crippled by guilt and unable to ask for help too. Even now, for experienced me it’s like, “I think I have a migraine. (Suffers stupidly and silently in pain for a couple hours.) Oh. I should take migraine medicine.”
She saw an ENT doc, that thing in her mouth was a mucocele, which is a cyst that contains mucus, (good call Grace), and she is now scheduled for a minor surgery to get it removed in early October. She will get dissolvable stitches and be on a softer diet for like 5 days. Annnnd her diet is to be adjusted again.
Brother also is going to get a minor procedure done in early October, but it’s enough for him to miss school for a week as he recovers. Prayers and his privacy appreciated.
Charmin is probably no longer enjoying her life as she’s still declining from her end-stage cancer. She may be gone within the next week or two. I hate this slow inevitable end that I am helpless to change the outcome of.
She was very happy that day.
I am tired. Long nights and stress is adding up.
Al’s work is getting busier now too. I dunno, maybe 700+ applications are gonna be rolling in the next week or so, and he’s gonna be reviewing them. (Correction: 900 came in today!) Plus his shifts and director thing and lots of stuff. Fall season means less of Al and is usually tough on me. And now it’s like brewing a storm of a whole lot going on. 😬 So THANK GOODNESS my parents moved close! It’s such a nice mental break for the kids to go to gramps place and get loved on.
Al says he prayed so hard when things got hard. When we thought things were good, it was so easy to relax and take things for granted. So God brings us back to our knees, keeping us humble and reminding us how much we need Him.
One in a Trillion: Alyssa’s medical journey 