This stay is not going to be the slightest bit pleasant.
We apparently are in a different hospital. It is a cross between a hostel for shell shocked adults and a hospital for unsuspecting children. There is one large parent lounge that houses numerous refrigerators/ freezers, all of which are packed to the gills with the stuff of the 24 families on the BMT ward. Connected to the lounge is the communal and sole bathroom and shower facility on the ward available to parents. We are not allowed to use the toilet or shower in Becca's room. It all has a nice European feel and odor to it. There are other facilities sprinkled about the hospital. Let's just say my coffee intake is going to go down.
Becca is starting her chemo as I write this. God forgive us for the terrible things we are going to do to her. Forgive me for what I am going to do Him when I see Him.
We transferred over here last night and had a great start with her first medication. She had an allergic reaction to an anti-convulsant; the reaction was manageable and short-lived but did not make our first experience feel as special as we had hoped.
We are not expecting any major nasty side effects to start until this Friday or so. By Monday she will very likely be flattened and feeling like total crap. As her mucous membranes begin to break down, her mouth will begin to spawn numerous bloody ulcers that we are told are highly painful. Other soft and sensitive areas of her lower body will also affected. Not much can done to keep this from happening, but they will have her on narcotics and various other velvet hammers to help her manage the severe discomfort. ek