Finally, The IVIG Transfusion


We finally got our IVIG transfusion on Friday. The insurance company approved it a couple of weeks ago, but then never sent it. I called them and asked where it was, and they were like, "we need a prescription from the doctor" . Meanwhile the scrip had been sent a month ago. Whatever... they finally sent it (to my house). One of my friends joked that having a human blood product in the fridge was a great way to diet! I knew the transfusion would take a few hours and that Catherine would get benadryl before it so I didn't bring Alex. That was definitely a smart move because the transfusion lasted 4 hours! They have to check Catherine's vitals every 15 minutes to make sure she is handling it well (you can have a severe allergic reaction when getting transfused with any blood product be it red blood cells or platelets, thus the benadryl beforehand). Catherine played with some volunteers the whole time, but did ask me why Cindy was checking her temperature and blood pressure so much. An eventful end to an otherwise long and boring week stuck in the house because of the weather. The picture above is of Catherine with her IV pole (attached to her port underneath her shirt). So many people ask me (especially my mother) how Catherine can stay still for so long during these procedures. Well, she doesn't. She is all over the place and has mastered maneuvering herself around the office with the IV pole, or she stands on top of it and has me give her a ride. A nice way to travel I suppose. Later on that day and then again on Sunday, Catherine was mistaken for a boy! I guess I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner as I have heard that is common. Still pissed me off and I'm a you know what so I said both times, "she has cancer - it's from the chemo." Always shuts them up.
This past Saturday Dave and I attended the celebration of Katie Shelley's life which coincided with what would have been her 4th birthday. Dave and I agree that we would never have had the strength to hold such an event, but it really was very beautiful and touching and we consider ourselves lucky to have known her and been a small part of her life. I recently saw a quote attributed to Abe Lincoln: "Cherish Each Moment as if it is the First. In the end, it's not the years in your life that count....it's the life in your years." I think this quote fits the Shelley family to a tee.
This week's Alexism: My lovely son (who is starting to use the potty!!!) was very thirsty. Dave and I were trying to get a few extra moments of sleep so Alex went in the fridge himself, took the bottle of juice and threw it on the floor knowing that it would make the top fly off. He then proceeded to drink straight from the bottle. His response when I asked him what he had done was, "Mommy, I'm thirsty." Now that's what I call problem solving!





