Monthly Archives: January 2013

Chemo Postponed One Week

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I just realized that neither Amey or I have posted any updates since Phoebe was released from the hospital. By now you know that no news is usually good news.

Over the past few weeks we have been battling some kind of virus. Phoebe was scheduled to be admitted today for chemo, but on top of everything else, she has developed some kind of head cold with a nasty cough. This is not typically a big deal, but she needs to be at tip-top shape to handle the beating the chemo dishes out.

My prayer is that God will continue to sustain Phoebe in ways the rest of us could never understand….

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Thank You

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There are hundreds of people to thank, quite possibly thousands if you include all of the people praying for Phoebe. We do our best to send thank yous out. Recently I took a picture of phoebe, thanking our local hardware store. The owners are a wonderful couple who attend our church and helped us, along with many others, to make our house safe for Phoebe to come home to.

Although this was an indescribable blessing, the reason I bring it up is because I really wanted to share the “thank you picture” we took because she is so darn cute in it!

Thanks Smith County Lumber Co in Lindale!

-nathan

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Tuesday Night

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She seems about the same today. She received a another bag of blood as all of her numbers have hit rock bottom. She still has fever but, we are expecting her to get better as the week goes on and her immune system comes back.

We are also in quarantine because of the fever. This is really been hard on Phoebe because she loves to go to the playroom. I really am grateful to the nurses, volunteers, chaplains and staff that have taken the time to come play and talk with Phoebe in our room today!

Taking a trip to the bathroom is a chore

Taking a trip to the bathroom is a chore

Phoebe’s face lights up when a visitor comes in!

Phoebe’s face lights up when a visitor comes in!

Phebe Skpyes with her grandparents and cousins.

Phebe Skpyes with her grandparents and cousins.

Low Hemoglobin Again

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Phoebe has had more fever today and her hemoglobin dropped back down to 7 despite her blood transfusion yesterday. She got another unit of blood today and will hopefully feel better soon. This round of chemo has really squashed her blood. Please pray that she would be able to maintain a decent hemoglobin level so that she will feel well enough to eat. Thanks everyone..

A Unit Of Blood

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Just wanted to update that Phoebe is doing better. Her hemoglobin was at an all-time low of 6 and her symptoms seem to be primarily related to severe anemia. She received a blood transusion this afternoon and was transfered to the oncology floor where she continued to show improvement and perk up.

She still has not had an appetite, but Nathan said she is obviously feeling much better. Unfortunately, she will have to remain in-patient until her blood counts start to come up, so it could be a few days before she is allowed to come home.

Nathan was able to take a good long nap with her late this morning and a dear friend brought him breakfast and coffee. Thank you all for lifting us up today and in the wee small hours. Thankfully this time it looks like it was just a chemo-related issue and not illness.

~Amey

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Still in the ER

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It’s 9 am and they are still in the Emergency Room. It has been a long night, with 3 attempts to access her port with no luck. They gave her an IV in her hand, only to have it quit working a short time later and had to put one in her other hand.

Her sodium level is fine, but her hemoglobin is low so she is being prepped for a transfusion with Benadryl. Her blood pressure is low and they are going to keep her in ER until they decide where to transfer her, either Oncology floor or ICU.

Thank you all for praying for our girl.

How it Goes With a Fever

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We were just about to call it a night and head for bed. I checked in on Phoebe and her little cheeks were hot. She roused and told me she was cold. Not good.

Earlier this morning she was feeling nauseous, but I had just administered her Potassium, and that always makes her tummy feel sick. She vomited a couple of times and we immediately gave her stress dose of steroids, thinking her hemoglobin was probably low since she seemed tired.

She perked up as the day went on, but she would tire out easily and take another nap. All of this isn’t too unlikely since she just completed a heavy duty round of chemo, but when I took her temp tonight it was 101.1 which is an instant call to the hospital. We knew, with her other symptoms and her counts heading down that she would be an instant admit, so Nathan called the hospital while I got to work packing.

This routine is so familiar to us now; 4 sets of clothes, 4 pajamas, her Hello Kitty slippers, fuzzy socks, toothbrush and paste, warm hats and hoodies.

I pack Phoebe up while Nathan packs for himself.

I unhook her water bag from her pole, pack the power cord in her bag. Then meds; cold meds with an ice pack, pill bottles, needles, syringes, alcohol swabs. Then her EMLA cream for her port site. I cut a 2 inch square of Press-N-Seal, put a quarter size amount of numbing cream on it and apply it to her port site so she will be ready to have her port accessed when she arrives at the hospital.

I make a pot of coffee for Nathan, pack her diaper bag with Cheerios, granola bars, stickers, beads, books, paper, pens.

I dress her for the hospital, nice and warm with a fresh blanket. Nathan puts her in the car and I run through the house to make sure we haven’t forgotten anything. I hand Nathan his coffee.

I run out to the car with Babycakes (Phoebe’s baby doll) wrapped in a blanket. “Ooooh Babycakes” she coo’s. “She was crying.”

I tell her that Babycakes didn’t want to be left behind. I kiss her hot cheeks. Nathan hugs me a quick goodbye, it’s 2 am. He has to drive an hour and 45 minutes to Dallas.

“Two more rounds” I say…”Just two more rounds”. And off they go.