Maggie is back and doing fine. MD Anderson delayed her departure until around 2:30PM. Fortunately, the Angel Flight crew was none too bothered by the delay. Her special flight was held until around 3:15PM and touched down in Austin around 4:45PM. Despite all my worry, they seemed to roll with it all nicely. Thank goodness. It’s so nice to find a friendly sponge that can calmly absorb a little of the havoc that’s being thrown at us. Thank goodness for the Angel Flight volunteers.
Maggie said that the visit was relatively uneventful. The nurses played a not-so-fun game of hunt-n-poke with Maggie’s arms while trying to sink the needle. Five times they poked. One time they infiltrated.* Next time we’re going to insist that they use Maggie’s port-o-cath for the treatment. Five times is ridiculous. Preventing that mess is well worth disconnecting her pain pump for the mere 30 minutes required for the infusion. (See, we’re learning how to make this work for us in the future.)
* Infiltrated means “whoops, the needle dug too deep and went out the other side of the vein.” Typically, it stings a bit and looks horrible, presenting as a big bump that grows bigger as more fluids are shoved into the space between the muscle and the skin. Yeah, we know. Yuck. Fortunately, so far as we’ve seen, it doesn’t seem to cause any problems other than the discomfort. How do those veins close up by themselves so nicely? And why can’t they make a tire that has the same amazing hole-sealing capabilities? Or hoses? Or waterbeds?
Maggie really seems to be feeling better the last couple of days. It is hard not to dig into the why but it is nice to see plenty of smiles and some renewed energy. Sweet! I love the smiles.
Thursday, we do it all again. As so it goes for a while. Wow, crazy life, huh?