Many of you frequently ask, “How was Nelson’s day?” Some days are more dramatic than others, but during a typical day in the hospital, here’s what he’s doing.

Blood draws are frequent, starting at 5 AM. A lab lady knocks and enters every 4 to 6 hours, dragging a massive medical cart behind her. She searches for a good vein in Nelson’s bruised arms and sometimes has to make multiple tries. This is especially hard on Nelson during the night when she rolls in at 1 – 2 AM. It’s not a happy way to wake up.

As soon as the shift changes (6 AM for doctors, 7 AM for everyone else), The medical personnel begin their visits. They take Nelson‘s vitals again and again, change IV bags, check lung fluid accumulation, record it all on a computer and fuss over him till he wishes they would go away.

After that, a parade of other “helpers“ come and go throughout the day— a skin specialist to check on bedsores, a palliative care nurse to ask about pain meds, a social worker, a chaplain, a cleaning crew, a food server, and a transport person to take him away for x-rays, procedures, or tests.

The nurses are in and out multiple times every hour, delivering meds, fetching ice water, checking oxygen, updating the whiteboard, and unnumbered other tasks. And of course the doctors on Nelson‘s team of about 20 are part of the parade, too. When they come in, they often bring students or interns with them. Sometimes a nurse accompanies them, and the visitor headcount increases.

By the end of any hospital day, Nelson is thoroughly depleted. He asks for the lights to be turned off, even when it’s not bedtime. And his frustration mounts when every person who enters his room asks a series of questions. If he has just taken a pain pill for his constant lung pain, he finds it difficult to answer.

Tonight when Ann Sophie, Will and I were visiting, he told us that each day felt like an eternity and he was just marking time so he could call the day done.

Wanting to encourage him today, Ann Sophie suggested we all go to a rooftop patio that’s furnished with comfortable tables and chairs, just so Nelson (who loves the outdoors) could be outside for a while. It took a crew of helpers to free him from his many tethers, but he complied and seemed to enjoy the patio, once we got there. It wore him out in a good way, since so much time in the bed wears on him in a different way.

Nelson always thanks us, and his words about the patio were positive, but since he’s been in the hospital, there hasn’t been much sparkle behind what he says–unless he’s talking to baby Will. Then he becomes animated.

Little Will, approaching 4 months old, is a celebrity on the oncology floor. He’s only there with special permission. The nurses call him eye candy, and when he’s smiling, there’s no better mood-lifter than him. 

We’re praying Nelson will get to come home soon, but not too soon. The clot issue, still unresolved, and his swollen limbs will have to improve before it’ll be safe to leave the hospital. He knows that but then said, “This is all so hard.” And we agree.

“When the righteous cry for help, the Lord hears and delivers them.” (Psalm 34:17)