TB was admitted to the hospital this afternoon with pneumonia and dehydration. After I returned home from my out-patient surgery today (which went fine though I’m quite tired), I called his oncologist to give him TB’s symptoms and ask for advice. He told me TB needed to go the emergency room, and since he’s been unable to even get out of bed without help since Saturday night, I was to call an ambulance. It would be unsafe and foolish to try to make him leave on his own.
I feel so guilty for not doing this two days ago (brought him to the ER) but TB is one stubborn person – plus it seemed as though he was coming out of it – whatever ‘it’ was. But the cold should have been my biggest clue – the rattle in his chest didn’t go away so it wasn’t a cold.
But what’s done is done, and moving forward we’re going to work with a palliative care team, I’ll get that ball rolling with setting that up asap. In a nutshell, my understanding of what a palliative care team is – at least in part – is that it’s a team of people who will get to know TB and his case and help care for him, and what’s really important is that if I need to talk to someone on a weekend or at odd hours about an issue such as this one, I’ll be able to talk to someone who knows his case, and not having to talk to someone who doesn’t – having to explain all of this information over and over to someone who isn’t familiar with his case adds immensely to our stress.
We’re meeting with the oncologist tomorrow morning at the hospital to discuss his recent scan results from Jan 19 – that was on the agenda for tomorrow anyway, so we’ll just find out earlier. I’ll post an update tomorrow sometime.
In the meantime, feel free to send the dude some good karma vibes. He could use a few. I could use a pillow and a blanket myself, so that’s where I’m headed now.
Good night, all.