Feb. 10

Megan didn't think it was really fun to wake up to take her morning medicines, only to puke them up, and then have to take them again. Good news was that she only had her port poked on once. Today's nurse still couldn't get the second port to work, so the doctor decided to leave it alone and let it close up since it's probably already clotted anyway. But, at least she didn't get poked, and she has one port that works.

She had some visitors today which she enjoyed, but it made her really tired this evening. She went down for an MRI at 8 pm, but couldn't make it through the whole test because her head was hurting too bad. We hurried into the room to find her crying in pain. We will try to get the second series of pictures done in the morning. We got back upstairs and she began puking again...just too much movement and lights for her to take.

The nurses all note how smart she is. She remembers everything, knows all her medications, when they're due and how often she can/has to have them. She's getting better about getting her shots in the stomach, just winses from the stinging a bit. She's had a whole day of nutrition as of tonight and I am thankful. I joked to the oncologist that she was beginning to be Gondhi, and Carol laughed at me. :) She's lost over 20 pounds so far, but starving yourself isn't the way to do it! :0)

Today her room looks very cute. We have flowers, stuffed animals and packages from so many family and friends. We are so thankful. She has so many cards at home on my dresser (she had been sleeping in my room which is closer to the bathroom) that it could hardly hold them all. She always smiles and appreciates anyone who cares. I read to her people's posts on Facebook or emails I receive, and she is grateful. She is still shy about all the kids knowing at school, but I think that might be normal for a 13 year old girl. No one wants to stick out. In due time...