She’s down to 49 kilos. Luckily the trump has been replaced by intravenous feeding.
On a positive note, this chemo doesn’t make her hair fall out. It is growing unevenly, cropping up on top of her head. Mara compares it to a cockatoo’s crest. She says that when she gets mad, her crest bolts up.
Her mental exhaustion worries me the most. She really wants to get out of here. Since last November Mara has spent more than 3 months caged in a hospital room. Enough to drive anyone to desperation. With this recent infectious complication, her hospital stay may be extended. At Dad’s mere suggestion of the possibility, Mara masters the little strength she has to explode. In French... “Ha non! Je me casse! (I’m outta here)”. I picture her crest rising dangerously. Even though her threats are empty, she has all the right to be enraged. She must find an outlet for her frustration and this emotion helps her to cope with the situation. It is almost tempting to continue provoking her just to get her blood boiling. At least this way she knows she is alive and kicking!
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