He had some buddies come over and help him work on some things that are still in progress with the house since our move. He’s been getting PT and making good progress: up from the wheelchair with the walker and, omg, at least eight steps with said walker using about 60% leg weight. The therapist is wonderful. He’s so energetic and supportive; hubby enjoys his company through the pain. Finally Hubby felt like an outing. Our idea of trip out to most is not very exciting but we like them. Things we used to take for granted are now a treat.
We made plans, simple plans. First off to the barbershop for a much needed haircut then to a restaurant we recently discovered for a late lunch. We had not had an excursion since June. Wednesday, that’s when we’ll go. Tuesday night, I was so excited it was reminiscent of my teen years. What should I wear? Maybe I’ll dress up just a little, even put on a little makeup. It’s been so long, this will be so good for us. I did not even fear my nemesis, the wheelchair; nothing would spoil our afternoon.
Wednesday morning came and Hubby was not looking nor feeling well. My husband started experiencing three of the four symptoms that would mean his bowel obstruction has reoccurred. As I mentioned in a July blog, “Good News, Bad News or the Elephant Stomped on Him”, he is at extremely high risk for surgery. The first major surgery he had in 1999 was an aorta replacement; this involved replacing all or part of his aorta with a type of mesh. In 2007 he had his coronary bypass surgery. He now has an umbilical hernia; this got entwined with the scar tissue and mesh from the two previous surgeries. Had he been a “normal” person, they would have fixed it surgically in July, as it is the second occurrence, the first in 2008.
So we wait. I pray. He’s miserable and anxious. I have not had a good night’s sleep for days, which is the least of my worries. I have to be vigilant. If the abdominal cramping starts we have to head out immediately. He’s trying to eat light, his stomach gets upset. He’s run a slight fever off and on. His gastro intestinal system is out of whack.
All in all he’s been miserable. This past six months have been the most difficult to date. He was hospitalized four times, a new record. The mere thought of another trip to the hospital makes him as close to despondent as I’ve ever seen him. He is normally one of the most positive, laid back, take it all in stride guys you’d ever meet. With each and every new disease that came, he just pretty much shrugged his shoulders, did what the doctor said, and carried on with his/our life. His bravery and attitude is admirable. I never would have been brave enough to contend with all he has, let alone stay so upbeat.
So we wait.
Please let it be the flu!
- Good News, Bad News or the Elephant Stomped on Him (caregiving.com)
- Is It Okay to Laugh Now? (caregiving.com)
- Shhh! I Can’t Tell the Truth… (aftergiving.com)
- When You Wish Upon A Star… (caregiving.com)
- I Can’t Play Piano When My Fingers Aren’t Happy (caregiving.com)
- Will the Devil Make Me Do It? (caregiving.com)
- Constricted (caregiving.com)
- If I Knew Where It Ended I’d Know Where To Start* (caregiving.com)
- #%$*ty Weekend… (caregiving.com)
- An Update on Smokey and My Mother-In-Law (caregiving.com)