Lifesavers for Latasha

Today marks the start of week six at Cleveland Clinic. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that my patience and pleasant demeanor are cracking. Latasha is certainly past her breaking point of frustration for various legitimate reasons. Sleep deprivation and lack of freedom will do funny things to one’s ability to tolerate silliness. And I’m not talking about waiting for the body to heal. You’ll have to read the book for those tidbits.

Anyhow, to the update: Tasha’s vitals, lab work, X-rays and scans, and other health measures are in great shape. We’re just waiting for the anticoagulants to do their job of sorting out the blood clots.

The transplant team is still deciding whether or not Tasha gets paroled out to a private room, and we won’t know until later today, so that likely means another day in the ICU jail cell.

As you can tell by my level of sarcasm, I am over waiting for the sake of waiting.

I digress again. Tasha was up and about walking today with physical therapy. She walked 400 feet without a break and felt very strong. So, with more walking and fluid coming off, hopefully, we can be out of the hospital by the end of the week or early next week.

As we continue to ride the rollercoaster, Tasha has started coloring and writing in her journal to strengthen her mind, hand-arm muscles, and hand-eye coordination.

Each day yields more physical strength. If we can address our mental and emotional states with sleep and privacy, we’ll be in great shape.

I hope tomorrow’s update includes a nice room on the 8th floor with a stellar view of Lebnd. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.