As none of you know, CC had surgery on Monday morning. Without getting into too much technical medical jargon that I dimly understand myself, suffice it to say that it was a follow-up to the gastric bypass surgery that she had in November of 2002. It basically involved reshaping her stomach and removing part of her small intestine. While it was theoretically elective in nature, it was in fact necessary for her long-term health. The original hope was that they would be able to do this laparoscopically. That is, they were hoping to do it by making several small incisions and inserting a fiber optic camera, rather that with a full open incision. If they could perform the surgery in this way, recovery time and pain would both be lessened substantially. After a few hours of surgery, though, it was determined that she would have to be opened up. While they were in there, they also decided that they didn’t like the looks of CC’s spleen, so it was removed as well.
There was little point in visiting her on Monday, so I first went there on Tuesday after work. CC was still pretty out of it. The surgery took almost six hours, which meant that she had been getting anesthesia for all that time, which takes a while to come back from.
On Wednesday, CC suffered a substantial setback. Her heart rate shot up and began to operate in a nonstandard rhythm, which greatly concerned her doctors. She was transferred to the Intensive Care Unit, where she received closer scrutiny, was hooked up to additional machines, and was given additional drugs.
Yesterday (Friday), she had improved enough to be moved out of the ICU and back into a regular room. She was feeling more alert and asked me to bring her laptop PC in for her, which I did last night. She tells me that they will shortly be bringing her some juice and jello, which will be the first real food to pass her lips since Sunday night. As you may imagine, she is looking forward to this quite a lot.
If all had gone according to plan, CC would have spent 3 days in the hospital and would have come home on Thursday. At this point, the most optimistic outlook is that she may get to come home on Monday. The toughest part appears to be over. In case you’ve never dealt with this sort of thing, let me tell you that the toughest part, from CC’s perspective, was those 4 days when she couldn’t get out of bed; couldn’t even roll over or sit up. One becomes sore, frustrated, and bored beyond all imagining. I was with her last night when she walked to the end of the hallway and back, wheeling her IVs and beeping machines along with her. It was her longest trek since before the surgery. It both exhilarated her and tired her out. But there is a tipping point to this sort of thing. This morning, she tells me that she has made the circuit around the entire floor and appears well on her way to getting her strength back.
So now you know!