Last night Tara spiked a temperature. We were told that if she gets a temp of 100.5 degrees or more, treat it like an emergency. We checked often watching the readings go from 100.1 up to 100.6. We kept saying if it goes up one more degree, we are going to the ER. Over the next 30 minutes, it dropped back down, thankfully, and we stayed home.
We suspected the temperature had something to do with a rash that she had gotten over the last few days, which was progressively getting worse. On her back side the rash bumps were coalescing into large reddish brown areas. So today Tara followed the doctor’s advice and went in. The trips to the hospital are becoming quite frustrating for her. Being diagnosed with shingles topped off the frustration.
The bright side is that since she had to go in today, they got the blood work done that she was supposed to do tomorrow before chemo. Also, because of the shingles, she will get her own room during treatment tomorrow (insert subtle smile here). It really is amazing how she deals with stuff like this. I just overheard her respond to an inquiring friend, saying, “Its okay. Its not my family. Its just me and I will heal.”
Round 4 of chemotherapy is tomorrow morning. She is flying solo this time, and is nearly giddy about having some time alone to just rest during treatment. My dad will be dropping her off and picking her up. This is kind of a big step in the recovery process. Confidence to handle it on her own is a big thing. Only 2 weeks ago, we were pushing her in a wheelchair everywhere she went. Then a week ago she was walking with my arm to hold on to. Tomorrow, on her own strength. Next week, who knows. Maybe she’ll be taking the stairs instead of the elevator.