I was away from blogging for some while as I was busy finding a story. So, finally I have found one.
A story of a boy who stayed about 28 days in the hospital in the same room.
After having many blood transfusions for almost one and a half year he was finally admitted to the hospital for the bone marrow transplant procedure for his treatment of blood cancer.
They inserted the CV line (catheter placed into a large vein in the neck) on the first day.
The next day, a barber came and told him he needed a hair cut because his hair were eventually going to fall. So he got all his hair removed from the head. He was still looking a bit handsome with bald head and a light beard that he also lost after the transplant.
Next day they started chemotherapy that lasted for three consecutive days. 29 tablets along with intravenous infusions and intravenous injections.
He had to go to bathroom every 20 minutes for urination along with the stand carrying the infusions that made him so much tired.
Then came a day of rest. That wasn't actually a day of rest for him. It was the day he started having side effects. Diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite etc.
He then got chemotherapy for another 4 days. Those were the bad days for him. Doctors used to call him a good patient from his smile but he turned out to be a sad one for them after the side effects.
Then came the day of transplant. They took 1 litre of bone marrow from his brother and transfused into his body through the CV line. They said it was his new birthday.
Then he waited for two more weeks for the new bone marrow to work. Finally it started working and he was discharged.
That day was the happiest day of his life.
Now he goes for check up twice every week. He is taking about 20 tablets daily now.
He can't eat his favorite pizzas, burgers or tikkas and can't hangout with his friends.
During his stay he hated every helper that came into his room. They bothered him a lot.
These were the sentences that made him hate them:
"Get up! We have to change the bed sheets."
"Go take a bath and change your clothes. We have to get them washed."
Breakfast at 7:00, Tea break at 10:00, Lunch at 12:30, Dinner at 18:00. Along with those impossible eating times for him and with lost appetite he had to listen them saying:
"Eat early! We have to return the dishes!" :@
He is not allowed to work or hangout too much in public places but he still looks motivated.
He has hope that in the cell in which he is fighting the disease, he will make the disease tap-out and make himself walk out that cell winning the fight like a hero.
A story of a boy who stayed about 28 days in the hospital in the same room.
After having many blood transfusions for almost one and a half year he was finally admitted to the hospital for the bone marrow transplant procedure for his treatment of blood cancer.
They inserted the CV line (catheter placed into a large vein in the neck) on the first day.
The next day, a barber came and told him he needed a hair cut because his hair were eventually going to fall. So he got all his hair removed from the head. He was still looking a bit handsome with bald head and a light beard that he also lost after the transplant.
Next day they started chemotherapy that lasted for three consecutive days. 29 tablets along with intravenous infusions and intravenous injections.
He had to go to bathroom every 20 minutes for urination along with the stand carrying the infusions that made him so much tired.
Then came a day of rest. That wasn't actually a day of rest for him. It was the day he started having side effects. Diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite etc.
He then got chemotherapy for another 4 days. Those were the bad days for him. Doctors used to call him a good patient from his smile but he turned out to be a sad one for them after the side effects.
Then came the day of transplant. They took 1 litre of bone marrow from his brother and transfused into his body through the CV line. They said it was his new birthday.
Then he waited for two more weeks for the new bone marrow to work. Finally it started working and he was discharged.
That day was the happiest day of his life.
Now he goes for check up twice every week. He is taking about 20 tablets daily now.
He can't eat his favorite pizzas, burgers or tikkas and can't hangout with his friends.
During his stay he hated every helper that came into his room. They bothered him a lot.
These were the sentences that made him hate them:
"Get up! We have to change the bed sheets."
"Go take a bath and change your clothes. We have to get them washed."
Breakfast at 7:00, Tea break at 10:00, Lunch at 12:30, Dinner at 18:00. Along with those impossible eating times for him and with lost appetite he had to listen them saying:
"Eat early! We have to return the dishes!" :@
He is not allowed to work or hangout too much in public places but he still looks motivated.
He has hope that in the cell in which he is fighting the disease, he will make the disease tap-out and make himself walk out that cell winning the fight like a hero.
