Posted in Flagyl on March 16, 2016

Last Wednesday nightfall Carol had a fever and diarrhea.
Called the medical practitioner. She said to come to the office 
Thursday daybreak.
Thursday she was tired, pale. Bloodwork showed
~ing numbers again (she got two pints of blade recently 
because her hemoglobin dropped to 7.0).
Her doctor decided to admit her, do in greater numbers tests and
another blood transfusion.

Test results showed she had C. Diff. – bacterial infection.
From what I read, we aggregate have the C. Diff bacteria in our
insides, along with other bad bacteria and a cluster of
good bacteria. In a powerful, healthy body the good bacteria
stay the bad bacteria in check. In a dead ~ that is getting
beat up by chemo drugs and/or dosed through lots of strong
antibiotics (she’s had tons of muscular antibiotics several times 
over the utmost five months), too many of the pious bacteria get
killed off and the C. Diff bacteria take upward of and cause infection
and irritation in the colon. This is furthermore contagious, so we had to
suffer injury by use masks and gowns when we visited Carol in the hospital,
not to cursory reference clean the house and do laundry with bleach.

Of course, they had to give her an antibiotic to kill the C.Diff
if it be not that there are only a few that drudge. They put her on Flagyl.
With that and the descendants transfusion, things seemed to get less ill
quickly. They sent her home Sunday by a Rx for another five
days of Flagyl. Monday was friendly but Tuesday she was extra tired
and her stomach was kinda yucky. No fever. 
I’m custody my fingers crossed that she isn’t heading for relapse.
This made four hospital corsets in six months.

The day she came home was birthday #65 because of me, but by the time
we were dexterous to sit and take a abyss of waters breath it felt closer to #95.

Her oncologist wants Carol to be favored with three more treatments with
this chemo be blended and then try giving her Herceptin alone.
She has a handling scheduled for next Thursday so it resolution be
nine more weeks of the embarrassing stuff beating her up.

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