Although a bone marrow transplant (bmt) is done to potentially save someone's life, it is quite excruciating to watch. I watched my daughter literally be killed. This is what a bmt does. Between the chemo and/or radiation, your body's ability to produce blood is destroyed. So basically, without constant transfusions, the person would actually be dead.
And then there were years of endless and horrible invasive procedures and her hovering between life and death. It was like torture watching this. I feel like my eyes can never rest anymore. I've seen such terrible things. My daughter went through so many physical changes. She was the neighborhood "freak" for awhile. She lost all her hair, her eyes were dead, she had jaundice so she turned almost completely yellow/orange (even the whites of her eyes), she is full of scars.
How does a person recuperate from seeing this? Does a person recuperate from seeing this? over and over and over again. Every day was waking up to another day of watching my daughter suffer.
My heart hurts all the time.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I felt like I was being tortured
Posted by MaddyG at 3:19 PM
Labels: bone marrow transplant, suffering, torture
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