Today the severe pain, which would come intermediately partially subsided. Though Twisty did show its urge and painful resistance last night really bad. Another endless night. Bobbi battled through it. The continuation of keeping pain Meds going on a 24 – hour basis worked for about 20 hours and then she was balled up with the severe wrenching again. Hot water bottles helped, changing positions, and gently messages got her though the ordeal. A fan lightly on and oils filling the air with defuser helps. The whole thing gets me so angry. They tell us to take her to the hospital if things take place again but we’ve been that route many times in the pass. Bright lights, a million questions while hurting, and waiting for different things. By that time the episodes become easier then your told you’ll be in the ER until a bed is available in a few hours. While laying on a bed with a hospital gown on freezing. Then the end result being told they can’t help much so a transfer to another hospital should take place. With me on palliative care pain medications are plenty, but you don’t want to use something that will make matters worse. It’s such a catch-22 situation. Billions and billions of dollars are spent in healthcare and yet people have to experience deliberating pain while the wheels work in approvals and decisions. Don’t get me wrong, we appreciate what can be done, and is, but I personally feel things could and should move much faster.
After the latest episode, which lasted a good half hour she got dressed into her nightwear and is relaxing comfortably on the recliner. Had we went to the hospital she’d be telling her story 10 different times to 10 different doctors all asking the same question as the previous one.
We talked for an hour and even joked some about the system. The tumor itself is acting up, and the cells next to it are dying and have nerves. We are picturing Twisty getting a shot of the Chemo and reacting with a temper tantrum. Her attitude is amazing. She simply deals with it, good humor, and tries to prepare for the next episode. Know it will come. When it decides to show its ugly side is on its own schedule.
Attitude and outlook is so important. She isn’t laying around whining with a poor me attitude. Not even a little. The effect on her, with hair loss, has been traumatic but reached the point where she really doesn’t give a damn about it. I told her the courage she has shown throughout this ordeal has made her more beautiful than any other time. I get why it bothers her. Women grow up seeing beauty on TV and billboards being brainwashed that beauty is having to look a certain way. Hair, weight, makeup, etc… Such a bunch of crap. It naturally freaks them out when they feel they aren’t living up to societies so called model image. She could give a damn now about any of it. She knows the people around her simply want her to get better and wants the same. But it is a process. There have been mood changes but we talk our way though them. Letting go of past bitterness in different ways, forgiving, and moving on with just getting better. She’s always treated everyone important and caring. The times it hasn’t been returned, or with “attitude” hurt her. A few times stand out when first moving up north. I’ve wanted to call these few people out… she simply asks me not to. People have to live with that guilt, if it even exists, so that’s on them. Life holds many unpleasant and confusing times. We all have this experience. From people we thought were friends, and even family. You forgive and move on. You do it for yourself. She once lived a little unsure about her ability to speak out, (though always strong and independent) afraid to hurt feelings or being a bother to others. That Bobbi is long gone. This experience has taught her how strong she really is, the people who actually care and give a damn, and she is going to come out of this stronger, wiser, and more sure of her abilities. I’m proud of her. I’ve always tried to help install a confidence in her, and remember teaching her to drive a huge big boy Harley when she expressed the desire. A few months later she was ripping down the highway with a friend to visit Nigeria Falls on our 840 pound beast.
Anyone thats meet or knows her instantly takes to her kind and caring ways. She had a good day today considering a few rough spots. Proud of her. Thank you again for the kind letters, cards, and calls. To both family and friends. If we can’t respond right away it’s because the days have often turned into nights and the nights into days. Thank you, it won’t be forgotten. You really learn who your friends are, by what they say and do when the chips are down, and feel very fortunate for the people in our lives. We are really missing the kids and grandchildren but hear all is well with them.