Room Change #3 – 3238
Ana’s been moved to a room in the oncology ward. There are no carpets on the floor in here and no one’s allowed to get flowers. Apparently carpeting and flowers can both introduce mold, which is dangerous for patients with suppressed immune systems. The nurses walk around with masks hanging from their necks because half of the rooms have signs on the door about infection precaution. The ward is closed, meaning there are double doors closing off both entrances unlike the other three wards which are all carpeted and open into a large lounge area. She is allowed to get visitors though, so please keep coming!
I went out of the room to get some ice for Ana a little earlier and I heard a baby crying in another room. I saw a crib and a nurse standing over it with a mask on. I can’t even imagine…
We don’t like this new room. Someone stole the t.v. cables and no one will be around until Monday to fix that. The layout of the room is different – there’s less storage. The bathroom is huge and filled with the stuff of sick people – guard rails and drains in the floor, seating in the shower. It feels dire here. Serious.
But even with all the new reminders of the seriousness of Ana’s condition, I’m hopeful because she’s feeling much better than when I saw her on Wednesday. She had a lot of pain then and could barely walk. She was in much less pain today and moved around a bunch. She’s been laughing a lot more too. She ate fairly well, visited with friends and even took a shower (that is a big deal). I can handle the waiting when she feels like this. Tomorrow they’re taking a bunch of blood for preoperative testing – a necessary step before transplant surgery. Everything is moving forward whether I’m ready for it or not – a tsunami, sweeping me away.