What I saw today will haunt me for life...my son, lying on a hospital bed, with tubes everywhere-he's on a bypass machine; something else is BREATHING for my son! He's 'paralised' from a 'drug induced coma', got something breathing for him, has got a tube in neck, with about 6 attachments, tubes down throat, tummy, arms. A catheter. Something to aspirate the green fluids oin his tummy!!! Jeez..... Machine is doing everything for him, doing everything for him!!!!
My son had his eyes taped shut. He's not blinking-as he's in an induced coma, has septacemia, is neutropenic.....in intensive care at LOndon hosp, ( initially he was taken to our local hospital-they took him, after hours of trying to 'stabilise' him, so he could travel to London' today-he left about 7pm-ish in ambulance)I passed my hand holding his, to my mum....she'll be with him ")
I have had to come home, I couldn't 'follow', as ambulance had blue lights on-....I'll be visiting him, up at london again, on ITU ward this time-there must be a cancer ITU, tomorrow. (Monday 21st march)...
I suppose he's in the best hands, & he'll get one to one nursing...I wish I'd called the ambulance lastnight, when the shaking/cold started-8pm-ish-he was sick all night-plus bad guts, bad output from them!
Honstly, my son was the definition of 'tubes everywhere. He only had his hickman line taken out last Monday-now he's got one in his neck, looks like they had to cut the skin to get to veins...it was awful.
My poor son, (I feel so much for him)- I was told by 3 different people at the hospital that "my son is very ill"....one doc even said X happening, could be a sign of his body 'closing down'.
I remain positive for my son-& pray to God, they can 'control' this infection...If he remain's like this for a while, I'm going to just stay up with him, sleep on chair if needs be. My bruv will 'look after my dog'-phew, good ol bruv-I've asked him already, so dog really is 'sorted'.
I pray that 'god' see's him through all this, & is with him all the time, healing his 'special' worn body.....& my mum/dad/angels, his angels-everyone!
My poor boy-he's 22 in june-was 19 when this disease was diagnosed-it's 'robbed so much of his life already-I pray he beats it now, at the last hurdle!
