Still not from the keyboard of your preferred author but rather from he who feels like the embedded correspondent writing from the front lines.
I am starting to think we should change the name of this blog to “Where We Might Be”.
We thought she might go home today. Then last night she began throwing up, running a fever, pain more intense.
She is now in ICU. They were treating fever aggressively, as if it were septic (do not look that up on the internet!), but cultures won’t tell if so for sure until they have grown it for 5 days, then they rule it out….thinking it may be pneumonia, as there is something “settled” in her left lung. Many have told me–“she is on really good antibiotics”. The fever has come down and she is now 98.2. Good news.
They have found pulmonary embolism (blood clot in her right pulmonary artery)….doc says these usually resolve by themselves, but have her on blood thinners to prevent anything further….also will do a scan of her legs to make sure no clots forming.
The hated AG tube or somesuch name is up her nose into her stomach again…drained a liter of bile/fluid right away so it had been building up. Nausea under control, of course, but letting the feeding tube into her small intestine do the job of keeping her fed. She is also on oxygen again, but that has been pretty constant anyway.
The lung doc comments how she is not a complainer. Amen. The surgical physician assistant says all incisions look good. Some “liver chemical” levels up, so the bile duct stint area may be infected/inflamed or may be occluded and may also be the cause of the infection…I am speculating here, with little medical knowledge but some inputs from one of my many interviews with all medical personnel involved.
The nurses brought all the grandkid photos down to the room and they were posted when she woke up. No flowers allowed.
The atmosphere in the Intensive Care Unit is, well, intense–moreso than up on the oncology floor. No cell phone usage here. Visitors ages 14 and up only, 8AM to 10PM, no visitors hours 2-4 and 6-8, no overnight….and, there are no televisions here….no rugby in the halls either. Oh, 2 visitors at a time. And you have to wear a funky yellow hi-tech gown, no extra charge.
I am confident that she is in good hands–in both seen and unseen ways–and there is nothing more they could be doing.
We are in uncertain waters….again. The nurses talk as if she will not be in the ICU long. I have found the nurses usually know what is really going on. And nurses say her vitals are good. That’s all I know for sure. Wish I knew more. We are running a marathon here, not a sprint, about at mile 10.5, I estimate. Need to pace ourselves.
Doc Singh, the oncologist, thinks she will be upstairs on oncology floor again by tomorrow….”we are not at an end time”. He is less concerned about the liver numbers. And apparently already had her on blood thinners, just at a lower dose.
I feel reassured. But homecoming time up in the air…again. Thanks for all your kind thoughts and prayers.