Monday, January 30, 2012
I have a daughter, The Bipolar Princess, that's sick. She's really, really sick, life threatening sick.
Not only is she fighting worsening symptoms of bipolar, she got another MRSA infection. This one's not like the last ones. This one is consuming her body. Her immune system is gone from fighting the infection. Today she got the news from her doctor that she will probably need surgery to rid her body of the invasive infection. She sees the surgeon tomorrow.
The MRSA began on her thigh and now the doctors fear it's reached the bone. She's been on IV antibiotics as well as oral ones. Nothing's helping. It seems surgery is inevitable and in her weakened condition, both mentally and physically, it's very, very dangerous.
She called me in hysterics today after she got the news. There was nothing I could say, nothing I could do, but listen to her sobs. All I could do was listen and cry with the girl that will have another huge scar added to her collection of scars from dozens of surgeries.
I cried with the girl that's afraid, that's sick of being sick, that's trying to fight the curve balls thrown her way at each and every turn in the road. It's no wonder she feels like giving up.
Bipolar we can deal with. The possibility of losing her to a virulent staph infection scares the holy hell out of me. Losing my cousin to a staph infection several years ago only heightens my fear. This is serious folks, and this mama is scared.
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