House of thirty-something flavors? Let's hope not.

Dear Madeline,

Apparently, Mom and I are awful, awful parents. Doctor Obvious swept in to rescue us from our terrible and misguided ways yesterday by informing us that you really should be eating. I want you to live life unjaded by morons like this guy, so I'll spare you what I really thought about that guy and instead say that I was a little frustrated by the remark.

That remark, though, does mirror our concern for you. The doctors won't let you go home until you eat and poop normally. Sweet pea, we want nothing more than to unhook you from all of these tubes and machines and to take you home where you belong. 

You have not eaten (willingly) since Thursday night, before you started chemotherapy and radiation treatments. Rather than show an appetite, you continue to get sick. The doctors have changed up anti-nausea medications I think 4 times now to help settle your stomach.  Zofran, then Benedryl (I was surprised, too), then Kytril, then Ativan.  A little later on, they are going to switch it up again and put you on Reglan in order to stimulate the flow from your stomach to your intestines so all those acids and enzymes can empty out from your stomach the way nature intended instead of causing you to get sick again.

We are praying this does the job, that you start eating and pooping normally, and that we can take you home very soon.

Love,
   Daddy