08/10/2026
This weekend was rough.
Sean had three liver lesions ablated on Thursday in an outpatient procedure. By Friday night he was in excruciating pain, just in time for all the clinics to close for the weekend. He isn't allowed to take ibuprofen because of his kidneys and can't take Tylenol because of his liver. We had a bottle of pain meds that I was counting out to see if they'd get us through the weekend as I know getting opioids refilled on the weekend is next to impossible. He spiked a fever and so I was taking his vitals regularly, trying to avoid another round of sepsis. I found in our supplies the spirometer and added it to the emergency basket, making him use it to ward off the pneumonia he just recently had.
I spent the whole weekend watching, monitoring, calculating, preparing to head to the ER. But by the skin of our teeth, we managed to stay home. His fever finally broke and his pain level has come down, but we're both worse for the wear from the experience. He is weak and exhausted. The countertop is strewn with all my documentation of hourly vital signs, when meds were taken, how many doses until we'd run out.
I share this not for pity, but to paint one picture of the reality of caregiving, of the weight we carry as we watch our loved ones suffer and do all we can to help, without medical degrees, training, or compensation. It is A LOT.
Caregivers, chime in: have you had weekends like this??