3 More To Go
The little things make the biggest difference.
This morning after shift change around 7:00am, we told the new nurse (friendly nurse is off today) that mom would need a bath before going to radiation this morning. She said that she would send the technician in first thing.
The gynecologist the other day prescribed some ointment for the burns. We have to make sure the ointment is totally off before radiation or else it will act as a tanning oil and burn her more severe if that's possible. We use the ointment during the day but do not apply any 8 hrs prior to radiation and of course make sure she has the bath.
At 9am, we are still waiting for the technician to come. The mornings before radiation are terribly stressful for Mom. So, she was in bed, lights dim, and music (Alan Jackson's Christian CD - all old hymns) playing softly in the background when the transport guy shows to take Mom to radiation.
Mom gets all upset thinking she's going to have to rush through the bath (one thing she enjoys) to be taken to radiation. I took them into the hall and said that they will have to reschedule. She must have a bath beforehand and we will not be rushed. I left them to work it out as I came back in the room to assure Mom that everything's okay.
The tech finally came to give her a bath. There are some people that I immediately trust and pass the baton to letting them do their job but others I immediately don't trust and keep control. Mom enjoyed her bath, was lotioned up, brushed teeth, a new gown, and shot of atavin when the transport showed back up to take her to radiation. As she sat in the wheelchair waiting for the guy to get Mom's chart from the nurses station, Alan Jackson was singing "He touched me."
Mom has temporarily lost control over so many everyday things in her life that when things like this morning happens, it pushes her closer to complete chaos.
Three more radiation treatments to go, home stretch!
This morning after shift change around 7:00am, we told the new nurse (friendly nurse is off today) that mom would need a bath before going to radiation this morning. She said that she would send the technician in first thing.
The gynecologist the other day prescribed some ointment for the burns. We have to make sure the ointment is totally off before radiation or else it will act as a tanning oil and burn her more severe if that's possible. We use the ointment during the day but do not apply any 8 hrs prior to radiation and of course make sure she has the bath.
At 9am, we are still waiting for the technician to come. The mornings before radiation are terribly stressful for Mom. So, she was in bed, lights dim, and music (Alan Jackson's Christian CD - all old hymns) playing softly in the background when the transport guy shows to take Mom to radiation.
Mom gets all upset thinking she's going to have to rush through the bath (one thing she enjoys) to be taken to radiation. I took them into the hall and said that they will have to reschedule. She must have a bath beforehand and we will not be rushed. I left them to work it out as I came back in the room to assure Mom that everything's okay.
The tech finally came to give her a bath. There are some people that I immediately trust and pass the baton to letting them do their job but others I immediately don't trust and keep control. Mom enjoyed her bath, was lotioned up, brushed teeth, a new gown, and shot of atavin when the transport showed back up to take her to radiation. As she sat in the wheelchair waiting for the guy to get Mom's chart from the nurses station, Alan Jackson was singing "He touched me."
Mom has temporarily lost control over so many everyday things in her life that when things like this morning happens, it pushes her closer to complete chaos.
Three more radiation treatments to go, home stretch!
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