Ok, here are the pictures I took of John last week when he got his hair shaved off. Tell me truthfully, does he look like grown-up Charlie Brown or Uncle Fester from The Addams Family movie?
First up is the before picture we took before the chemo started, so you know what he looks like with hair.
Here's John chrome-dome picture!
This is a picture of John wearing the chemo cap my daughter knitted for him. It keeps his head nice and warm!
And finally, the picture of him in his white fedora (or Panama hat!)
At 3:30 this afternoon (well yesterday I guess... I haven't been to bed yet but it IS Friday, but I'm talking about Thursday) John FINALLY got the call to come in to the hospital because they had a room for him. I had just finished cooking a pork tenderloin and rice, so we ate it, cleaned up and left for the hospital.
We arrived at 6 pm, go to Admissions and a few minutes later, they send us up to the 7th floor. The nurse tells us what room to go to and we do. Only to be barred from the room by a nurse who tells us the other man in the room has an infection and John could get it and we can't come in.
So they send us to the family waiting room, put a sign on the door for people NOT to come in (which people completely ignored) and after an hour and a half, they had the room ready for us and Mr. Infection was gone. I don't know if they moved him or if they sent him home.
By the time John was actually in the room, it was 8:30 pm. I have not been happy with this whole deal with the hospital. I haven't said anything because everyone has been very very nice. But when they knew for a month that he was scheduled to come in for his chemo treatment, they should have had a room for him.
His chemo will begin tomorrow, hopefully in the morning but I'm not holding my breath. So now, instead of getting out of the hospital on Friday night, he'll be getting home Sunday night or maybe even Monday.
This has been a very long, tiring two days. This is also the first time in 3 years that I've seen John really cranky and short-tempered. I know one thing. When he goes in the hospital in August for his transplant, they BETTER have a room for him or there will be hell to pay!