Piper is a pooper.
Oh she's a sweet and cute pooper but she's a pooper.
She has had loose stools for weeks now but not like this. Ever since Mondays chemo she has been steadily getting worse. And worse and worse. Today alone I figured I have changed a minimum of 25 dirty diapers. And yes, her little bum looks red and angry but thankfully we have the most amazing stuff for that that we slather on every 30 minutes or every diaper change...whichever comes first.
After changing 4 in an hour I called the on-call doctor to vent, er...get some advice. Because Pipers CMV levels are very low and she is still wanting to eat and play we are assuming it to be the results of Monday's chemotherapy. So now we have given Piper the first of a few doses of Imodium in an attempt to dry things up a bit. She has already lost about 2 lbs in the last month or so and we really need to have her as healthy and strong as possible before tranplant not withering away as she is at the moment. And she is supposed to have more chemo next week, poor girl.
Have I memtioned how much leukemia stinks lately? It truly does. I've yet to find the silver lining in this gray cloud and I am worn out just from the effort it takes to keep myself upright some days. Less poop would help me out a bit though if requests are being taken.