and the nausea continues

We are on day five of nausea and vomiting. I wish there was more to write about, (or at least, more positives). There is some discouragement and disappointment, but James and I both know that it will pass, despite all the discomforts and misery. Every day is still another accomplishment; a day closer to transplant. We have to stay focused on that goal. We will get there. We have to get there.

These nausea and vomiting episodes slow the pace of time in the hospital. Respite comes in the form of sleep. James sleeps on and off throughout the day, between discarded basins, and cold washcloths. I sit and knit, and listen to James' laboured breath, and watch for the rise and fall of his chest. There is a peacefulness to these moments. 

I love to hold James' hands in my own, and comfort him with back rubs. I wish there was more that I could do to ease his pain and discomfort. I know that my presence brings him a sense of security, but that doesn't seem to be enough. I remind him often that he is surrounded by love. We are grateful for all the prayers. We will get through this. We have to get through this.