"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty. Believe in them, and try to follow where they lead."
Author: Louisa May Alcott
On Tuesday, November 22, 2011 Alan and I had an appointment with Dr. Vascular (I will be keeping real doctor's names out of my blogs from now on) about the blockage in my aerial artery going into my liver. The way we understood it from the transplant team was that Dr. Vascular would assess me for surgery so that I would be able to return and go back on the list.
Well Dr. Vascular walks into the room, introduces himself and then goes off on a tangent about "What am I doing here?" "What to they (transplant team) expect from him?" Then he goes on about a lady who had the same problem and he operated on her twice and the second time she died on the table. Needless to say I went into a trance and don't remember anything else. My husband tells me afterwards that I answered many of the Dr.s questions but all that was going on in my mind was... NO VASCULAR OPERATION, NO LUNG TRANSPLANT, NO LUNG TRANSPLANT NO LIFE...DIE. From here I went into a deep depression for many days.
On Tuesday, November 22, 2011 Alan and I had an appointment with Dr. Vascular (I will be keeping real doctor's names out of my blogs from now on) about the blockage in my aerial artery going into my liver. The way we understood it from the transplant team was that Dr. Vascular would assess me for surgery so that I would be able to return and go back on the list.
Well Dr. Vascular walks into the room, introduces himself and then goes off on a tangent about "What am I doing here?" "What to they (transplant team) expect from him?" Then he goes on about a lady who had the same problem and he operated on her twice and the second time she died on the table. Needless to say I went into a trance and don't remember anything else. My husband tells me afterwards that I answered many of the Dr.s questions but all that was going on in my mind was... NO VASCULAR OPERATION, NO LUNG TRANSPLANT, NO LUNG TRANSPLANT NO LIFE...DIE. From here I went into a deep depression for many days.
A very good friend, transplant buddy and fellow Islander Lynn MacLeod came over on Saturday Dec 2, to try and cheer me up. She also stayed the night and together her and Alan brought be out of my depression with tons of laughter. First off. both of us were each hauling 50 feet of oxygen hoses and everytime we moved our hoses would get tangled up, poor, poor Alan would make us sit down and gets us all untangled. This would only last until one of us would want a drink or a pee and then again it would start all over again.
The next morning the 3 of us went for breakfast at Egg Smart where we met up with other friends for brunch. Gerri Cotnam- Amos another transplant buddy and her posse from up Mattawa way there haha. Table for 7! We had a blast.
Monday December 5/2011 BIG DAY BIGGER NEWS! I've been put back on the list. Unbelievable news. Apparently Dr. Vascular wrote a letter telling the transplant team that I am having no pain or discomfort from this that it obviously is not affecting me. also that my portal artery was in fact quite able and doing a great job of handling any slack going into my liver. I am overwhelmed with relief Thank you to all my family and friends for all their prayers, they have gotten me over this hurdle. xoxo
No comments:
Post a Comment