Tanner's girlfriend had a medical procedure yesterday and I knew most likely wouldn't feel like taking him to his doctor's appointment at 10 a.m. this morning so I told him that I would be taking him. I woke up this morning to find a note under my door telling me that Cearra had decided that she felt like she could drive him and that I could just go on to work because he had his alarm set.
I called him at 9 a.m. and he told me he was up and that Cearra was taking him. I texted him at 10:20 to ask him if they had made it and he said yes and that it "was crowded".
11:00 a.m. The receptionist called to ask me why Tanner hadn't made it to his appointment!! We've rescheduled for 8:30 a.m. on Thursday morning and needless to say, I will be taking him myself.
I've called and texted and can't reach him right now but I figure he's asleep.
I'm just so very frustrated! Quite bluntly, I'm angry!!
This past week while we've been texturing his bedroom and moving things out of the room to make way for all the work being done, I found his last prescription of Revlimid (the med that is prescribed to help extend the remission period) and he hadn't even taken it out of the bag. It was still sealed and not even opened.
He's been sick to his stomach and experiencing lots of stomach acid. He's been having deep depressions and mood swings.... But when you get down to it, he's not taking care of himself at all.
He wants to be like all the other 19 year olds. He doesn't want to take medicine... He wants me to leave him alone.
He has cancer... an incurable form cancer....
I'm in a fragile state right now... One wrong word at this point and I will be in tears... again... On my own with a shattered heart looking the dreaded holidays in the face and Tanner has decided to just stop taking care of himself.
How do I address this?
So... He's finally answered my texts, "I just am tired of my medical stuff..."
I've emailed Dr. A that Tanner is struggling. Wanted to give her a head's up so they can address the issues at his appointment Thursday.
