A day in the life of a patient with leukemia
• A day in the life of a patient with leukemia
Hello! My name is Jack, I'm 15 years old. Actually, I'm from Kursk, but after a few months I am treated for leukemia in Moscow FNKTS them. Rogachev. When lying in the hospital for a long time, it seems that all days are the same. It differs only in a picture outside the window, and health status. But I'm not going to complain about here, but rather want to share my good day. So, see my day.
In my room there is no clock. Frankly, there are not really needed. Lifting at 9 am - a crawl with the heads of departments and physician. They closely watch and talk treatment plan for the day. Behind the scenes they carefully listen to my dad, he is with me in the hospital, but refuses to be photographed. More photos also did Dad.
prior to the procedure time to wash up and look out the window. They say it's cold outside. I do not really care, because the street I was not more than three months. But the sunny light. It's good! Immediately elated!
10.30. Instead of breakfast I have today a blood transfusion and platelets. It is about three hours. Transfusion we all do after chemotherapy, when their white blood cells and platelets in the body is not present. And without them it is impossible to cure complicated diseases, including mine. I am very grateful to the people whose blood now flows in my body. They're probably could find better things to do than go to the hospital to donate blood. Doctors say that in blood New Year's days may not be enough. Actually because of this, I decided to tell you about my day in this community. If at least one person after this post will hand over the blood, I'll be happy. Find out how you can donate blood here.
14.05. They brought lunch. Some special diet I have not, but it is better not to abuse harmful. In general, I would love to replace a tray of buckwheat and chicken on her mother's pizza. Mom's delicious pizza there can be nothing. But my mother away and most likely now work. We communicate with her by phone. Basically, of course, Dad says.
14.30. School started. We were coming to the hospital every day and teachers definitely spend a few lessons in the school curriculum. Do, of course, not at their desks, but we try to keep up. In the photo - lesson in chemistry. In secret, is not the most favorite subject. In the 9th grade, I'm one of the department. The guy next to - own program. So do not solve the problem or do homework in my case it is impossible.
15.15. The change go to the House, to change clothes Shorts (They conveniently put up). I put a drip of saline. She's on wheels so you can move freely around the office.
15.25 Come back to class. Along the way, are photographed in plates in the department.
After school, I walk over to see what else waiting for me today procedure. They say nothing extraordinary - just change the catheter.
17.30. Back to the ward. I communicate with classmates through social networks. They know that with me and very supportive. Of course, I miss them. Last time we met in September, when doctors allowed me to go to school for a couple of hours. But there is an internet - so that I am aware of major events.
18.20. Our teachers have decided to make a surprise: dressed in Santa Claus and Snow Maiden with gifts and walked through the wards. Immediately came the feeling of winter and the New Year. I was presented with school supplies. Nicely! Funny of course, that at school I was in the detachment of volunteers and we went with gifts in children's homes. Now here come to me.
And another picture of our teachers.
Since I went into the corridor, then I chat with friends. This is our meeting place. There hangs a plasma and usually we see a comedy. Or volunteers to think of something. But today, just chatting about all sorts of trifles, making fun of each other and find out all the news.
They came our girls. also it is necessary to talk, they have fun with them. Fotkatsya do not want to, so that dad takes a picture as if by accident.
19.35. I'm going to change the catheter. At present, this is the last procedure. On the way, we do a staged photo. Under the mask is not visible, but I smile.
This is how it looks in the procedure. Sisters know us by name and always try to do more careful. If the mood is good, we are being transferred jokes. If bad, they cheer.
20.15. My dinner has long gone cold, he was brought back in 19. But I'm hungry. In general, strangely enough, I love hot dogs! After dinner, there is no strength to be photographed, there are medications and sleepy. So was another of my day in the hospital.