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While the young lady from El Salvador mopped his floor today...she turned to Woody and asked him to pray for someone.
Speaking of the young lady from El Salvador...NIH is definitely a melting pot of cultures. We have met people from Ethiopia, India, Germany, Belgium, Greece, El Salvador, Haiti, South Korea, Philippines, Mauritania, China (Woody's nurse tonight grew up in China...she was a missionary kid)...a couple of night's ago his nurse was a Buddhist nun. We wish that we had brought a world map so we could have colored in all the countries of the people that have touched our lives here. A very interesting place!
Woody is still very neutropenic (see last night's blog)...his white count should be between 4 and 10...last night he was .14. today .04...think that it is time to get the bone marrow growing again!
When the doctor came in this afternoon, he asked me how I observed Woody...whether he was doing anything that he wouldn't normally...talking crazy or anything. After I told him that he was very much in his right mind, the doctor stage whispered to Woody: "This is a time you can say anything you want!" Oh, well...at least some of the docs have a sense of humor!
Today when the chaplain intern came in to talk to Woody, he ended up counseling and sharing with her! He is very much in his right mind.
I will say that he is doing much better with this IL-2 than he did when he got it at Vanderbilt...but it isn't without its side effects. He is rather bloated as IL-2 sort of sucks up fluids...so they are constantly checking his ankles, etc. Well, Woody's fluid retention is all around his belly...and thus he is short of breath when he exerts at all. Lots of rebounding for him to do in the next week or so! Please pray for this rebound!
Tonight's picture shows a sign that showed up a day or so ago taped to the name plate outside Woody's room...I asked today what it meant..."danger of falling." Hmmmmmm he has been labeled again!
Sounds like he is definitely in his right mind, and I am so thankful! When I was recently in the hospital, I noticed that there were no signs on my door -- name or otherwise. When I inquired, I was told it was due to all the HIPPA rules. I am glad Woody still has a name! Prayers and blessings for both of you.
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