Ya know,,, when life throws you lemons you can sit and cry and whine about it, asking questions like why me? What did I do to deserve this?,,, etc, etc... or you can suck it up and know there is a reason for everything, and someone, somewhere in your life, you,, your spouse,,, a friend.... someone has something to learn from what you are going through.
My husband continues to amaze me with his strength to just suck it up and carry on. Forgive me if I have shared this before... his morning routine is,,, get up, get his balance, throw up or dry heave, whichever his body sees fit to do, *yes every single morning*,(the joys of nerve damage in your stomach), use the bathroom,, try to make it back to bed without passing out, or downstairs depending on how bad the dizziness is, to do a few chores. EVERY SINGLE DAY,, and every so often his body decides to mix things up and throw in an infection just for fun.
His dialysis catheter has had an on again off again infection since May of 2014,, antibiotics won't kill it off. It is a rock hard lump, almost cyst like, right near the exist site of his cath. It oozes, and bleeds thick red blood at times, and at other times, it just sits there. It goes away and the swelling subsides while he is on antibiotics but withing a month of finishing them, and I am being generous with the timeline, it comes back. It is hot and painful to put any pressure on.
We put a call into his nephrologist in st george, who got in contact with his nephrologist here in SLC, (we had to switch dr's) and they decided to operate and move the catheter and take out the infection. YAY!,,, this decision was made on Monday,, and surgery was scheduled for Wednesday,, no messing around here.
We were at the hospital at 6:45 am, surgery scheduled for 8:15,,, they finally took him back at 9:00,, it was supposed to only take an hour - an hour and ten minutes, however,,, *and this makes me sooo freaking happy* The surgeon was sooooo careful about not spreading the infection, that once she was able to get the old cath out, and that in and of itself was a challenge.. the infection was actually around the 2nd cuff holding it in place, she had every person in the room change their gloves, get new equipment, new drapes, everything! YAY. So the surgery went a little longer than expected, and she made sure to have the OR nurse call me and let me know what was going on and why it was taking longer than we planned. YAY for communication!
When all was said and done, we were home by 3 pm. The patient tucked into bed, against his will, pain pills by the bed, and his ever doting nurse by his side. He didn't take a pain pill until later that night, and hasn't taken one since. He doesn't complain. He tries so hard to not "be a burden to me", his words not mine. He is never a burden on me. He is the love of my life. My rock. My safe place is in his arms. When we were allowed to sit with him after surgery I pulled up a chair and just hugged him, tears just started falling. *I tend to deal with stressful situations with humor,and hold everything in so he doesn't see me cry right before he is taken back for surgery*, and he just kissed them away and kept saying over and over that he loved me and he will always come back.... Every time they take him away I am scared he won't come back. I mean how many times can you put a person to sleep and cut them open and have them wake up ?? SO far, our count is 8! I'm really hoping the 9th is the kidney transplant.
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