When will it end?
It has been three weeks that my wife is in the hospital for pneumonia. The pneumonia that, the doctor says, was caused by anticancer drug, Temodar. She has recovered much. During first days at the hospital, her oxigen saturation figure was about 70 to 80. Now it is 95. She can walk short distance with no difficulty in breathing. She also sleeps well not interrupted by coughs.
But today I had to agree to giving her bone marrow test. The doctor says her red blood cell, white blood cell, and platelet are decreasing at an alarming speed.
He is thinking she might have myelodysplatic syndrome which means something wrong happened to the bone marrow's capacity to produce normal blood cells with immune functions. Internet search tells me that the disease may give her months to years to live.
Tomorrow, she will have bone marrow test and I will find out the result next week. My wife was expecting to get out of the hospital today. When I told her about the test and that we will not leave the hospital this week, she cried.
I am not even surprised nor sad. I am just losing will to fight against the endless parade of diseases with ominous long names.
If, as devout Christians believe, there is someone up high overseeing all that happens on this planet, he or she must hate me so much as to be engrossed in throwing every kind of diseases to my wife to make my life miserable.
If not, I am just one f**king unlucky guy whose wife happens to be collecting all sorts of lethal diseases instead of fancy designer shoes.
But today I had to agree to giving her bone marrow test. The doctor says her red blood cell, white blood cell, and platelet are decreasing at an alarming speed.
He is thinking she might have myelodysplatic syndrome which means something wrong happened to the bone marrow's capacity to produce normal blood cells with immune functions. Internet search tells me that the disease may give her months to years to live.
Tomorrow, she will have bone marrow test and I will find out the result next week. My wife was expecting to get out of the hospital today. When I told her about the test and that we will not leave the hospital this week, she cried.
I am not even surprised nor sad. I am just losing will to fight against the endless parade of diseases with ominous long names.
If, as devout Christians believe, there is someone up high overseeing all that happens on this planet, he or she must hate me so much as to be engrossed in throwing every kind of diseases to my wife to make my life miserable.
If not, I am just one f**king unlucky guy whose wife happens to be collecting all sorts of lethal diseases instead of fancy designer shoes.
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