Yesterday Natalie had a wonderful visit from my parents. She does love it when they come up to read her stories and sing to her. As of yesterday, she has declined from speaking to often since her sores have become more sensitive and plentiful. Her throat is covered in cankers and although she has been so good to take all of her medicine, it has become incredibly painful for her to do so. She does not eat anymore, and will most likely be on a steady diet of morphine by the end of the day.
Last night around 8pm I noticed that in addition to her throat and roof of her mouth, her tongue had also become an off-white color. I knew the windows of patience to do mouthwashes had officially been closed, and it would take a healthy amount of coaxing to convince her to allow us to dump more peppermint flavored alcohol down her throat. Once she relented and the antiseptic was administered, the look on her face was memorable. With bloated cheeks, and eyes that spoke of courage and laced individual messages to the three of us in the room, she swished from one side to the other fighting the pain in her mouth with everything she could muster.
Her look translated to me as an angry yell for resolution, similar to that of the story Jerry Clower tells of raccoon hunting with "Knock'em out John." If you are not familiar with this story, below is the link, start at 2:37 and listen to the end. Well worth it.
With regards to Alice, she has a tentative date to be admitted in two weeks. Her donor has checked into a hospital today somewhere, and will be going through some final blood tests.