As I stay with Sandi tonight, occasionally dozing, listening to Bebo Norman on the speakers of my phone. I think she's asleep, but her eyes pop open briefly and Sandi says, "This is my favorite song." I knew that but still, the song hits me like a ton of bricks.
It's 3:15am. We're in the St. V ER, and have been since about 7pm yesterday. Sandi's been admitted to the hospital, but there are no beds available so we're making the best of it here.
Things are quiet now, but the last 24 hours have been difficult. Sandi has been light headed and dizzy for about 10 days. It's been getting gradually better, but this afternoon she came to me white as a sheet. She had nearly passed out.
Don't know exactly why, maybe chemo, maybe something else... But she is anemic and was dehydrated. Blood pressure when sitting up was 75/43.
Tonight, Sandi battled pain, confusion, nausea, depression, hopelessness all at the same time. Now she sleeps, mostly.
Tomorrow will come soon and will bring more tests to assess and try to figure out what's going on. Hopefully tomorrow night will be spent at home.