We have been heaving huge sighs of relief today. Husband came through the second surgery, which lasted about 3 hours, very well it appears. The doctor said he was happier with this one, as he got “lots” of tumor out – no percentage quote this time,I suspect a little CYA. He’s scheduled a CT scan for tomorrow a.m., so I imagine either husband or both of us will get more info after he’s reviewed that. Who gets it will depend upon the time of doctor’s visit, since I cannot go to ICU before 8:30.
He is in ICU, and was talking and reasonably coherent when I was permitted to go in at 12:30 – he came out of surgery at 12:00. His right eye, which had been bulging quite a bit, appeared much more normal today, and he seemed more clear-headed this afternoon. The nurse seemed to think he might be able to go up to the neuro floor tomorrow – but much will depend on the next few hours and whether there’s any brain swelling, which the doctor said he would expect. The steroid they give him to prevent inflammation in the brain and to keep the swelling down makes his blood sugar drop, so they’re monitoring that carefully. It is also normal for the sodium level to drop and that is something else they must monitor closely.
I am appreciating the fact that I have this motel room away from the hospital – a quiet place to go for the nights, where I can relax and take care of only me. I think too often we forget about taking care of “me” during times like this. There is a woman whose husband is in ICU also – he is only 58, he had radiation for cancer in the 80s when they knew too little, and damage was done to his organs. He is on a ventilator, unable to communicate with her, totally comatose. She is scared. She is worried. Of course she is. She does not get the rest she needs. She cannot. It’s a reminder that it could be worse.
It is time for some levity, I think. Today I had salad for lunch, which is what I often have. An awful lot of healthy eating happening here, I think, so I offset it with an early dinner of a MacDonald’s burger and fries. Good move, right? Well, maybe not, but I had to go to the bank because my cash supply has gone very low – interesting how quickly that happens here – and there was a MacDonald’s right across the street from the bank. Tomorrow night – maybe Chinese. An injection of MSG, yes? But it’s okay, because that glass of red wine will get rid of those nasty oxidants. I’ve read that. It must be true. They can’t print anything that isn’t true, right?
So now I think I will go find something mindless to view. Something sleep-inducing. As in brain-numbing, although my brain seems to be a bit scattered these day, so perhaps it will not be so easily captured and numbed.
But today there is more hope. Today.