When I got to the hospital Tuesday morning, Mom was up decorating her room with cards, pictures, and drawings she had received, with the IV cart in-tow. She had hardly gotten out of bed since 5:00 p.m. Friday, but it's a new day. Dr. Jeong had worked magic. We can laugh or cry. Some days we will laugh and some days we will cry. But everyday we will fight.
With every day that passes, she will also get poked. They had her first IV in her hand, then switched to the opposite elbow. The picture above shows how bruised her hand got. And every morning they keep taking blood. Her arms look like a leopard. They even poked that hand a couple times. Ouch!
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