02/13/2026
😡😭😳😱😨.
Im so done.
Can I stop playing this game of Jumanji yet?
Those are all my emotions at this very minute.
This morning we showed up at the hospital to start her last day of immunotherapy. Normal day, grabbed my coffee on the way... Hazel was in a kind of crabby mood but eh. She was still playing.
Got our Methadone in, then our Zytrec, Palonosetron and our Hydroxyzine. Started the Ketamine pump.
Waited an hour to make sure the meds are in and she was FEELING IT.
I asked the nurse if we could change Hazel's dressing on her central line before treatment because she is super crabby and sleepy after. She said that they wanted to wait until after because if she gets sweaty, then it wouldn't last as long. Whatever, wasnt going to argue.
So, we are ready to go. They come in to start hooking up her immunotherapy. While situating and flushing lines, Hazel screamed... it was clearly a hurt scream. I told them that she has stiches on her central line, you cant just pull it upwards and I pushed it back down. Well, it was too late. She ripped the stitch out.
So, already knowing, and upset that we likely we needing to stay tomorrow morning to have the stitch put back in (we were supposed to leave to head home early in the morning), we figured we would continue on with treatment.
The nurse goes to flush her lumen and no blood return. oy. This is a typical occurance for Hazel, her line, since the day it was put in, has always been super positional. No position mattered. No blood. We unhook all her lines, and head down for an xray to make sure it was in the right spot. (mind you, we aligned her treatment with her nap... so she is super doped up on meds and super overtired.... and very very difficult)
Crud. Its not. The line was pulled hard enough that it pulled out a little and was no longer central. I want to add in here that Hazel was sitting still while they were flushing, she wasnt crazy at that particular moment, she wasnt climbing, she was sitting and watching her cartoon.
So.... now... We get to be home for a whopping week and a half. We need to come back early to have surgery to have this line pulled and a new line (probably a port) put back in.
With no blood return, the team decided it was best to forego this last day of treatment. Day 4 of 4.
I know this nurse is a great nurse. Ive known her for almost 10 years. She cared for Elijah during this same treatment. But today was a big fail. Had they listened to me about changing her dressing before treatment, this likely wouldve all been avoided because her sutures wouldnt so easily have been ripped out. Also, had they been careful about her line and those stitches (they do this every day, all day...) then her sutures would be entact. This doesnt change that she is a great nurse. I just wish theyd listen to parents more.
We have had too many "oopsies" happen throughout the course of her treatment. Way too many that couldve been avoidable. It causes HER more trauma. More scans, more anesthesia, less time at home. and and no treatment today.
6 hours at the hospital for absolutely no reason. Thankful to have a great NP who gets things done.