08-20-2019, 04:49 PM
I wanted to say hello again because I have not posted in a while. I have had so many things happen in my life that I have never had a time like this. My family went to see my son in the UK where he is getting a grad degree at Cambridge. I am so proud of him because he had so many learning disabilities that when he was little I though he would never read! While there I tore my Rotator Cuff but do not want to have it fixed because I don't think that surgery has a good success rate.
I had had a lung biopsy done before I left because I have a lung infection and I have 2 incisions. The incision that was made to put a camera in to see the best place to cut opened up. US doctors can't perscribe anything in the UK so I had to find a UK doc.
We got back and as soon as I get the "hole' under my R arm to close I need to have major back surgery.
Then the saddest thing happened to me ever. My parents are doctors and spent 12 years of their life in Nigeria starting in 1956 working in a hospital and Leperasy center there before coming to the US and setting up a practice. They are the best, kindest most wonderful people you would ever meet. They are old but they were team. They got in the car and drive 6 hours to take care of me after my total knee replacment.
I started having fevers from my lung infection and the came and too care or me. They like feeling useful, I think. They are in their 80s
3 weeks ago my mom started throwing up dark bile and my sister who lives near her, and my dad took her too the ER. She was in terrible pain....so bad she could hardly talk. They were waiting for the surgeon and he never came. (As a nurse who worked in an Open Heart surgery unit) I can tell you that this does not suprise me.
The next day the surgeon opened her up and said he small bowel looked black and he was afraid to cut anything because she would not survive....so he just üntwisted it". When he did it "pinked up and the blood supply came back to it.
But her "numbers" (BP, Heart Rate, O2 Sat were not good). For over a week we have been watching her numbers get worse and praying. Finally, her kidneys q uit. My dad was told she was only being kept alive by the the ventalator and drugs and would eventually die. He made the decision to take her off the vent and see if she could make it on her on.
She died a week and a half ago. We all went down there and picked out what she should where for the funeral and had the funeral.
I feel so lost, I wake up every morning and feel like I see her or hear her. I miss her beyond what I can sayIt does not help that my shoulder is killing me and my back and R knee. For those of you who pray, lift me up because I have never struggled so much.
I have never written so much and I did not know where to put this. But I wanted you to know why I dissappeared for a while.
Take Care, Wonder
I had had a lung biopsy done before I left because I have a lung infection and I have 2 incisions. The incision that was made to put a camera in to see the best place to cut opened up. US doctors can't perscribe anything in the UK so I had to find a UK doc.
We got back and as soon as I get the "hole' under my R arm to close I need to have major back surgery.
Then the saddest thing happened to me ever. My parents are doctors and spent 12 years of their life in Nigeria starting in 1956 working in a hospital and Leperasy center there before coming to the US and setting up a practice. They are the best, kindest most wonderful people you would ever meet. They are old but they were team. They got in the car and drive 6 hours to take care of me after my total knee replacment.
I started having fevers from my lung infection and the came and too care or me. They like feeling useful, I think. They are in their 80s
3 weeks ago my mom started throwing up dark bile and my sister who lives near her, and my dad took her too the ER. She was in terrible pain....so bad she could hardly talk. They were waiting for the surgeon and he never came. (As a nurse who worked in an Open Heart surgery unit) I can tell you that this does not suprise me.
The next day the surgeon opened her up and said he small bowel looked black and he was afraid to cut anything because she would not survive....so he just üntwisted it". When he did it "pinked up and the blood supply came back to it.
But her "numbers" (BP, Heart Rate, O2 Sat were not good). For over a week we have been watching her numbers get worse and praying. Finally, her kidneys q uit. My dad was told she was only being kept alive by the the ventalator and drugs and would eventually die. He made the decision to take her off the vent and see if she could make it on her on.
She died a week and a half ago. We all went down there and picked out what she should where for the funeral and had the funeral.
I feel so lost, I wake up every morning and feel like I see her or hear her. I miss her beyond what I can sayIt does not help that my shoulder is killing me and my back and R knee. For those of you who pray, lift me up because I have never struggled so much.
I have never written so much and I did not know where to put this. But I wanted you to know why I dissappeared for a while.
Take Care, Wonder