We got through the preliminary bloodwork, had his port accessed, visited with the doctor, and moved to the transfusion area to kill about 8 hours while getting chemo and a blood transfusion.
His platelets were getting low, but not low enough to normally justify a transfusion. However when the needle was removed from the port in his chest, Robert started to bleed quite heavily. The nurse had only a few 1x1 gauze bandages and a bandaid, anticipating the usual drop or two of blood. He soaked those in less than a second as I dashed to grab the only thing I could find which was a fistful of the same little bandages. I held pressure with those while the nurse went to get some larger gauze to make a pressure bandage. She built a pressure badage out of 4x4 gauze and tegaderm which I thought would do the job. Within a minute the tegaderm was full of blood and leaking. After trying a few first aid type quick-clot products, one of the nurses showed up with a bag of platelets from the blood bank. They re-accessed the port, pumped in the platelets, and held a dressing on top. It was as if a switch had been flipped, the blood stopped within minutes. After about 30 minutes the platelet transfusion was done, and we gave them about a half an hour before again removing the catheter. This time, only one drop of blood. I got him cleaned up, changed his clothes, and headed for the ranch. There has been no more trouble, and I expect none. Fresh blood, and a new batch of platelets makes for a happy boy, and Dad. I have had other people's blood on me several times, and I normally have no issue with it. However seeing your childs' blood all over your hands and arms, and his chest and stomach is a different story. He was absolutely terrified. It didn't bother me to the point of not being able to help, it just mad me a bit emotional. Which of course, I hid expertly.