Lifesavers for Latasha

Unfortunately, my update today isn’t a cheering one.

As everyone has witnessed, Latasha’s HLT journey has been full of ups and downs, with many good and bad days. So, it shouldn’t be surprising when I say Latasha had a bad night and day filled with nausea again.

The doctors do not know why, and the anti-nausea medications have not worked. It’s frustrating and confusing to understand why this is occurring again. The leading theory is that Tasha’s fluid overload is wreaking havoc on her stomach; they are trying to pull off more fluids more aggressively to address this theory. But those pesky kidneys might not like this, so we hurry up and wait again.

But is this minor setback a surprise? Of course it is; it always is. And each time, it hurts in the same, new, and different ways. If I’m honest, I’m tired of surprises. I’ve never liked them, anyway!

But I digress, as I seem to do a lot lately. If you recall, this is what happened before the internal bleeding was found a few weeks ago, so my anxiety level is a bit higher right now. Also, the onset was after they gave Tasha a unit of blood to address a slight dip in her hemoglobin levels. I am unsure if it is related, but I don’t believe in coincidences. The doctors say no, so maybe I’m grasping for an explanation when there isn’t one. Who knows…

I returned to Dayton last night for a turn-and-burn trip to tie up loose ends, run errands, and get the dogs to their next boarding stay. Upon hearing about this latest development, I decided to cut it short and rush back as fast as I could today because I felt uneasy about being away with Tasha’s nausea.

On another note, they’re talking about taking out the three chest drainage tubes one at a time a few days apart to free Tasha up a bit but still make sure there isn’t any more active bleeding.

At this point, no discharge date is targeted as the medical team hasn’t codified a plan of action for the blood clots and post-hospital medication. That’s a bit frustrating, but as I try to frame things positively, I remind myself that Tasha has to walk out here and not come back, and however long that takes, it’s how long it takes.

So, as we ride this unforgiving rollercoaster, I admit I’m ready to get off from mental, emotional, and physical fatigue, but I won’t. I refuse to let it beat me into submission. Nope, not me. Team Warner, all the way!

Keep the faith, my good friends, and stay tuned. I will probably not post this weekend unless something significant occurs.