I have been avoiding posting lately due to my attitude. I'm not sure that those of you reading this want to hear the thoughts going through my head, but I have decided that it is time to post.
Steroid week is over and Maggie's behavior was quite good considering our past adventures with this drug. However, Maggie's diarrhea has continued to worsen. I do feel like all we ever talk about is poop, but really that is our life. That is all we talk about here in this house because that's all we do all day long-- clean up poop.
Anyways, yes, the diarrhea is outrageous right now. Actually, it just hasn't let up in the last month plus. Maggie's labs showed on Thursday that her potassium was down to 2.8. If she wasn't on TPN, we'd have been in the clinic getting a bolus of potassium, but instead they just changed the contents in her TPN bag to add more. I worry that it isn't enough though as Maggie has laid on me some tonight, which is what she has done in the past when it is low. But I guess we just have to wait and see what happens and assume that the TPN is going to take care of it (which I don't have high hopes.)
My attitude (or rather both of ours) has become quite bitter. I can only speak for myself, but I am ticked. I am mad that the TPN is supposed to be our "saving grace" and it hasn't done squat. Most of our day consists of Maggie telling us that she has to "poo." I lay her down to change her and there's nothing there. 8 out of 10 times we have false alarms, which makes me think that she is feeling stomach cramps, but you know it's coming because her belly sounds like a washing machine sloshing liquid around and making rumbling sounds. So, the times that we decide that it is a false alarm ends up proving us wrong and then we are cleaning diarrhea all over the place. Maggie had complete liquid diarrhea today in her high chair, so in the process of cleaning that up and getting Maggie a booster chair, she then had diarrhea in the booster chair. Our day consists of cleaning up diarrhea. It doesn't even phase us anymore, but I think each time it happens, our short fuse becomes even shorter.
Not to mention that nights are horrible as normally this is when the diarrhea increases, though I don't know how chronic diarrhea all day long can increase further. I will just get Maggie to sleep (and yes, I still walk her around) and as I lay her down, she poops. Then all of my efforts are wasted. Last night we went through 5 waterproof pads because our changing pad has been overworked. It cannot handle complete liquid as it just runs right down the sides. And those super absorbent diapers, not so absorbent as they advertise. I guess the diapers cannot deal with the sheer quantity and velocity of liquid streaming out her bottom. I also sleep with one ear listening for the shooting stream of liquid coming out so as to get it before it soaks the pad. I have found myself to not be as successful due to our failure in materials to do their jobs.
So, it feels as though all things are failing us, diapers, doctors, TPN, and even God. I have lost faith in God. I've been praying for 16 months, actually my whole life for my child, but especially these last 16 months and for this specific problem of diarrhea for 9 months, and I feel as though God doesn't care. He isn't doing a darn thing to help Maggie. Faith is easy when things are going good for you, but when you've been stuck in your own hell for as long as we have, it's literally impossible. Sure, I believe in God, but I am beginning to think that He doesn't care. Why else would He be putting us through this misery? To teach us something... I've learned a lot, but you know what, don't use my child as a lesson. To punish us for something of the past, our ancestors... I'll repent. I'm so sick and tired of screaming my prayers to God for healing of Maggie and not having any reprieve.
We are suffering. Our relationship with each other is on edge with each poop experience, our psyche is on the brink of hysteria, we are losing it. Sure, cancer is tough, but this diarrhea is killing us. We cannot deal with much more.
I don't know what to say. Please pray? But then again, that's what we've been doing and the diarrhea has only gotten worse. We have lost all hope, faith, and sanity.