One of the hardest and most frustrated things about this whole ordeal is the lack of transparency, dishonesty, and the feeling that I am a lab rat.
When I was first undergoing treatment for leukemia, I was given statistics that widely varied. Some doctors said that I had a 90 percent chance of being cured while others said that I had a 90 percent chance of relapsing. Again, after relapsing I was told that I had a very "favorable" prognosis by some oncologists and a "very poor" prognosis by others. When I arrived at the hospital initially for treatment, I was told that I would be inpatient for 2-3 weeks; instead, I did not leave until just shy of 40 days. This time, I was told that I would be here for 4-5 days, and it's been nearly three weeks with no end in sight.
After I am released from here, I will be home for a week. During that week I have to get ready for a move to Seattle where I will be hospitalized for six months. I could very well die in a year, and of that year, I will have spent well over half my time in the hospital and the remaining time getting ready for hospitalization.
I never know how long I will be home and I never know how long I will be in the hospital. This treatment is so exhausting and opaque that I can easily see why many cancer patients opt for hospice as an alternative--especially when the overall survival rate is low.
Hospitals really do their best to wear you out. The staff puts in a 12-hour shift, goes home, comes back refreshed, and acts like I have been given the same luxury. I have some nurses that barge in after 9 or 10 am without knocking, they cheerfully open my blinds, and laugh about how I am still asleep. One nurse even scolded me for wasting the day: "Sh-t, how can you continue to sleep at this hour; don't you think it's time to wake the h-ll up!" That was verbatim, and I am not exaggerating.
For them it is a job, for me it is life. I have vitals throughout the night, I share a ward with dementia patients who are often screaming or having PTSD flashbacks well after midnight, I have had patients defecate themselves outside my door (smelling feces is not exactly conducive to sleep), one of them kept knocking on my door and screaming some woman's name at 2 am, and never mind the side effects from chemo that keep me up well after bed time.
I don't want to oversell this, and there are a host of fantastic physicians who are involved in my care. Nevertheless, leukemia is an awful disease, and the treatment is exhausting. Without God, I really do not know how I would make it through. I can go through the motions for treatment, but only my faith can keep me strong and provide the perseverance to endure.
Praying for you. He is faithful to provide all you need. I will be praying for better nurses for you!
ReplyDeleteThanks Melanie! I definitely think of Proverbs 27:14 on a daily basis :) I never realized how true that was until now.
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