Sunday, December 1, 2013

Hospital Visit

Michael asked me to stay home that night , he wanted me to rest. His mom would stay with him. I was worried, I wasn't going to really rest. That was the first time I wouldn't stay with him at the hospital. I didn't like it, but I agreed. I was up early the next day, I packed my hospital bag, packed some clothes for him, got his supplied ready and I went to the hospital, my home away from home. We were there so often I had received a pin, it allowed me discounts at the hospital, food, gift shop, it would also let nurses know I was the "partner in care" meaning they could discuss medical information with me. I mean I didn't really need it, we usually ended up in the fifth floor, the nurses knew us by then.

When they saw his name they knew I was there, they brought in blankets for me, towels to shower. It was routine to a degree. The nurses asked us for an update how are things going? Michael beamed he was happy he told them the good news. I'm now Cancer free, joy overtook his expression, the nurses where so happy for him. News spread through out the floor, whenever someone new found out they came in to see him. Through all of this, I cant thank the nurses enough for their support. Some went beyond their job, to help us. We felt comfortable and taken care of. They taught me so much. Michael often preferred I changed dressing is possible, and help him change, and shower. They never disagreed they should me how to properly do things, I learned and did it. The nurses where sometimes so busy, overwhelmed by so many patients I didn't mind helping. I would change the bedding, I was just sitting there  might as well do something productive.

The doctors, came in he told him he had an infection. Ok not bad I thought. That's why he was having the bad pain. His gallbladder was causing all the issues. They were going to start him on antibiotics. They doctors where going to keep on eye on him and hopefully send him home in few days. They were going to do an ultra sound to see how many stones he had and to see how bad it was.

I asked Michael well talk to the surgeon, maybe they can do all your pre surgery test while you are here, and do the surgery. Get it all done. He looked at me and said well why didn't you ask?!  ... really? I said, why should I , I already take over you need to speak up. You get mad at me for asking so many questions. I don't get mad he said I just disagree , lol same thing I said. I told him ask next time someone comes in. He agreed.

It was the second day in, I asked the doctor if he could get those test done, he didn't want to. He would of rather have him to did as an outpatient. Ok I said, well we tried. His oncologist came in to see how he was doing, just checking up on you he said. I told Dr. Smith that from my end you are clear to have surgery whenever he feels you are ready. Awesome I thought.  Dr. Zafar told him I think he should just get all the test done while you are here and get surgery done, no point in you going home, and dealing with the pain when it all can get resolved while you are here!. Me and Dr. Zafar where on the same page.

I looked at Michael , he laughed he said yes I know you told me. I told his oncologist what the surgeon said, he said he would talk to him to get those test done. The ball was rolling now. The nurse came in to give him his meds, and she told him he was scheduled to have a test done. They were going to test the colon in rectum make sure everything was clean and go from there. Michael spoke up right away, he told no way I just had the test done, as outpatient. The nurse told him, well the doctor wants it redone to have a more current results.

Well it sucks for you I told him, you going to get it again. He laughed and said well I'm not going to enjoy it, joey might but not me lol. So we waited to get the test done, and we would go from there, he was more than likely be in the hospital on his birthday again. He didn't care because he said this time I wont get bad news, I'm getting my reversal what a great gift.

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