It had been less than a week that Marie was in the hospital, but it had already been a lifetime. She had been diagnosed with an infection in her spinal fluid, which wasn't clearing up. Her vitals were so inconsistent the first night we didn't think she was going to make it. She had been transferred from a chemotherapy floor to a neurological one. A spinal fluid leak was discovered and surgical repair was performed.
Marie had four doctors by this time. The oncologist that admitted her to the hospital, an infectious disease doctor, a surgeon and an internist. She also had nurses, technicians and other helpers. Even with all these medicals involved with Marie I felt that I had the least amount of communication than any time in her entire brain tumor saga. It was difficult to see any of the doctors because I had to work during the day. The nurses did not offer much information at all. And if you asked them a question it seemed like the answer would be things like, I don't know, it didn't happen on my shift, or I wasn't here yesterday and I won't be here tomorrow.
Nice!
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