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A One Day Week.

My last post was premature. We spent the rest of that night at the ER in the University of Utah Hospital because he was still bleeding out of his chest. It finally ebbed around 5 o'clock in the morning, but in typical hospital fashion we were not released until 11a.m.. They didn't clean it up because we had to head up to Huntsman to get it flushed and rebandaged anyway. *small sidenote* he actually got a central line placed, not a port. Apparently there is a difference and I think I've called it a port to a few people and possible on a previous post. ...now carry on... So we trekked up to Huntsman where they were not happy to see us. But they cleaned him up and stopped the bleeding that started again when they replaced the gauze and it hasn't bled since.

We got home around 2 o'clock yesterday and I hauled over to campus to try to make it to my last class. Eric was exhausted, but apparently he could muster just enough energy to pay a visit to Camp Cougar and check on the tent city getting ready for the BYU v Utah game on Saturday. I had homework to do when I got home so Eric cleaned the apartment while I was in class. Last night was also a short night, because Eric had to go back up to Huntsman at 6a.m. and I had class at 8. He was going to get a scan this morning but due to a scheduling miscommunication will be getting it tomorrow... unfortunately Eric had to stay up there for chemo #5 this afternoon. I met him up there and woke him at about 11... bless him he'd been sleeping on a couch in the waiting room at Clinic A since that morning. They taught us how to flush his lines at home. Not hard, but still a little scary! Once we finally got to chemo, we felt the joy of the familiar.

Our doctor is excited for the upcoming transplant, but anxious to see what the scan has to show. If it shows little to no disease left, they can start fixing the schedule for the transplant, but if there is any new growth or just not enough improvement, they will start us on a new chemo. She is very confident that the scan will be good, because of the positive changes in physical symptoms. The last medicine of the chemo makes Eric feel sick, and he threw up for the first time on the way home. So after a long day at Huntsman, we only have to go back tomorrow for a couple hours... and hopefully we won't have to go up at all next week! I'll let you all know when we know how the scan went.

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  1. You are BOTH troopers. Hang in there, we're praying for you!

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  2. So, was it a one-day week, or a week-long day? Or all of the above!? Oh, my dears, how I wish I could just wave my fairy godmother wand and make it all go away...but your strength and perserverance are becoming the stuff of legends! I can see it all now...Strength to Survive-The Holly and Eric Glem Story...showing continually on the Hallmark Channel!

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  3. i hope the scan shows good news and you can get the transplant scheduled! praying for you!

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  4. Hey guys! We just wanted to say hello and let you know we are thinking of you. I'm out of the hospital hopefully forever now so we would love to bring by dinner. I'll call you to see when is good.

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  5. Wow. You two are amazing. Both of you are such great examples of handling things well under pressure.

    Good luck to you both and my family is praying for you.

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