Well, the surgery went well. My surgeon is pleased and very pleased that I didn't get a hole in my lung since I am prone to that with the slightest nick. There was some bleeding which obscured the view (and I am thinking how could there not be bleeding?!?! I don't know how you people do anything!!!!). We will not know the final results until three months from now at my next scan. Karissa was there the entire day with me and even really got into the explanation of the procedure. When he left she said, "That was really nice. He is really good." I know. I am sooooooooooo lucky. Because my doc is my doc and he is so careful, I spent the night in the hospital. What I nightmare that was. Karissa was going mad with the people around me because I was in the "fall wing" where they are all old, disoriented people who have a tenancy to fall. So, all the beds have this pad on them that screeches the "Mary had a Little Lamb" song every time they get up. And, by the way, they are like jack rabbits. I got up to go the bathroom, unhooking, unplugging dragging all of my crap with me. I think I went four times in 18 hours. They were up like 4 times every thirty mins. HOLY COW! One family, brought their ENTIRE family that night and then the room on the other side of me had a bed that was a translating bed. It actually translated language but in a horribly robotic voice. When the nurses saw me coming, they ordered me earplugs (which I used for 14 of the 18 hours I was there). I thought a couple times that this experience could convince me that dying young may not be so bad..... They tried a new painkiller on me that was a narcotic That did not work well. I vomited and vomited and vomited. So, we ended up with giving me the anti nausea drug and then 40 mins later giving me the lowest dose the computer would accept for the narcotic I am so glad the surgery went well because recovery is a bitch. I forgot how much it hurts when somebody actually burns your lungs. I will not be back to normal as quick as I thought. I got home noon yesterday, Karissa fed me and her which goes against her principle of "will work for food." but she told me I could pay her back and I fell asleep on the couch. PEACE finally. At 1:30 I got a call from my Mom's cell phone. She started the conversation with, "Angie, I only have two bars on my phone and I have a lot to say to you...." Basically, she was being admitted into the hospital for severe anemia and tested to check for internal bleeding. So, after I got a hold of all of her other docs to let know that this was happening, what they needed, etc., we determined that this was good to get the results sooner to get her blood up to par for her surgery on the 14th. I had one hour to figure out what to do with the boys....Dad always taught me to prepare for the worst and Plan B went into action. Call Dad, he picks up the kids before going to the hospital for Mom, Grant is in Portland, Coleen, our neighbor, comes over to take care of the kids until Grant can get home at 4:30 when she has to leave to pick up her sister at the airport. Dad shows up white as a sheet, send boys to make pictures for Grandma, sit Dad down to tell him that Mom is not dying they are doing this so that we get result and solution in 24 hours - not two weeks. The is the only way to get the results pronto, muy rapido. Coleen shows up starts working with the boys. Dad has color in his face. I send him to the hospital. Called Donna to tell her what is going on. She is part of Plan C When Shit Hits the Fan Plan, and I tell her she is on deck. I look at Coleen and she says, "Go to sleep." So, I did. I woke up and Grant gave me dinner. I asked him about today and Plan B, Champions (After school care that has been put on alert as of last week), and Beckey (Mia's Mom). He said, "I will call her tonight. It will all be fine." I emailed the teachers in the morning. Plan B is in place. I can rest. Then Mom calls from the hospital and says the machine to do her test is broken so she is on hold. Dad is like, "Are we just supposed to wait around forever?!?!" Yes, Dad you are and you will.
THANK YOU TO ALL THAT HAVE COVERED GRANT AND MY BACKSIDES IN THIS. What would I do without you. Back to bed. Love, Ang
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Comedy (?) of errors....
Posted by Angela Clarno at 12:17 PM
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Love you guys. You are all so brave to go through everything as you do. I feel so separate from you physically but not spiritually. I continue to pray for your strength, courage and hope. Sharon too will come out of this with positive results. Wish I could be near to help in whatever way you need, but that is not possible. I will be here to celebrate whenever you can come. Love and hugs, Judi
I second Judi!
Make that thirds...Jane
Wish I lived closer so I could be part of your plans but know you always in my thoughts and prayers. could you and your folks use some pre-made dinners? I could do that and bring somethign down?
Your life is crazy enough when it is just you riding the roller coaster, I don't even know how you deal with it when it starts including other loved ones close to you. I don't think I've ever seen anyone hold it all together so well. I would have been crying "uncle" a long time ago. You are an amazing person. Thanks for helping the rest of keep life in perspective.
Keeping your mom, dad, husband, kids, and you in our thoughts and prayers.
OMG! Things sometimes come in storms, don't they? How did you manage to have Karissa in town (or in the USA for that matter)? Sounds like you are in good hands but I have to say, I miss being part of plan B (or C)! Take care of yourself and get some rest! Love you lots! Kari
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