Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Started the day out trying to tame some ferrel cats with some food and mixed dry milk. Took a trip to the local Ace Hardware and came home to spray the yard with some heavy duty chemicals to kill some weeds and kudos vines. Got a call from my daughter needing emergency babysitting help. Picked the kids up halfway between our homes (20 minutes half way). The two kids and I went hunting for some roof anchors for our roofing harness but couldn't find any. I took us to Burger King for lunch before heading home. We played some and watched a couple of movies from netflix. My daughter picked them up an hour and a half later than expected. I put another coat of paint on the hottub's wooden extera walls. I made chicken for dinner and did some walking and "shimmy" before getting settled for the night.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
The spirit of the Lord was defiantly in place at our home on Christmas Eve. Thirteen members of our family gathered in our living room holding hands and coming to agreement in prayer (many of those praying had never or rarely done so since they claimed to not believe as Christians). Over half of those present had not been speaking to each other or were in out and out conflict just two days earlier. Two days before Christmas I took my oldest son to see a surgeon about taking out his gall bladder. He is in his thirties and could have driven himself, but had concerns about what the doctor might have to say and wanted company (thank God). My son had been having some severe pain throughout the week but that day seemed to be just fine. He checked in when we got there and did all the paperwork for a first time visitor. We waited for a short while and then the two of us went back. The surgeon wasn't convinced that the gall bladder was the entire problem and had us set up another test to confirm everything. It was certain the gall bladder was a problem and would be needing to come out but he felt that if there was anything else it would be good to take care of everything together so he would actually feel better after surgery. Due to the holidays, the tests wouldn't be until after Christmas and the surgery that was going to be done most likely after New Years. We left feeling confident that all was under control. Tommy (my son) took his pain meds before we left the office since he had just began to feel some discomfort and didn't want it to get a hold of him causing the meds not to work so well. He insisted on driving home so he did ... almost. We were about a third of the way home when he let out a frightening screech and doubled over the steering wheel. I grabbed the wheel and the two of us fought to pull the car over and parked before having an accident. He had turned red in the face and was breathing strangely. I opened his door and he continued making loud and painful sounding noise while attempting to get out of the car. He half fell out and leaned on the car. I grabbed his cell phone and called the doctors office we had just left. During the time of dialing (I had to dig out the papers with the number on it as well) Tommy had dropped to his knees, turned red all over and was pouring sweat like someone had drenched him with a hose. He then turned white fell down completely crying out in horrible pain (his clothes where drenched clear down to his shoes) and I was certain he would pass out (he didn't). The nurse in the doctors office said to take him to the emergency room IMMEDIATELY! It took some doing but we got him in the backseat of the car and I drove like a NASCAR driver on the home stretch. The entire time praying. The hospital staff took him back to the examine area and had a doctor on staff there check him out while waiting for the surgeon to get there. They rushed him about to take some tests (done in some kind of record time I believe) and decided he had massive infection in and around his gall bladder that needed immediate attention. They hooked him up to antibiotics and some major pain medication. They had to go through three levels of pain meds before any of it would work. It was decided that he needed the antibiotics to run for awhile before they cut him open and they kept him overnight heavily sedated. They told me he would have surgery late morning the next day. My husband, my three other adult children and their partners, my mom (an hour and a half away), my brother and his family (also and hour and a half away) where all notified along with my church family. Everyone went into immediate prayer and what can we do mode. I also notified the mother (not very co-operative or easy to along with) of Tommy's two boys (they were to come to his house that night and stay through Christmas Eve. There was a LARGE group of family and friends who were to come to my house for Christmas Eve. Tommy was devastated that he wouldn't see his boys for Christmas and seemed more concerned about that than the obvious pain he was in. His sister showed up while we were waiting for him to go to his room for the night. ( I was suppose to have her children while she worked the next day.) When the nurse came in to the room us girls stepped out. My daughter said that she had already set up with one of her brothers girlfriends to have the kids taken care of and was going by Tommy's to take care of his partially done laundry and gather his gifts for everyone else (she was going to wrap and deliver them as he wanted it done). She left and I escorted my son to his room. The attending room nurse had just left when Tommy's two sons appeared in the doorway with their mother. She felt the boys needed to see their dad before he had his surgery and wasn't going to be able to come early the next day. Tommy was thrilled and while they were visiting the boy's mom and I went in the hall and she asked if we'd like to have the boy's for Christmas Eve. She was willing to bring them and pick them up as needed. She said she knew we had a lot on our plate but if we wanted them with us anytime between now and Christmas Eve as well, she'd be happy to work around our schedule. We agreed to get the boy's after Tommy's surgery ... they live only a few blocks away from the hospital (making it less stressful for all concerned). I left the hospital and stopped at two places on the way home to pick up special order gifts for the next day. When I got home I was in for many pleasant surprises. My husband had put the outdoor lights up alone, the front yard had been cleaned up and set up for the next day activities, our Christmas tree was set up but not yet decorated (none of the lights worked and new were needed), the turkey and other time consuming foods had been picked up by the different kids and they were going to prepare them and bring them back the following day. My laundry for the beds were done and put back on the beds and many household daily chores had been taken care of, there was some wonderful dinner waiting for me (it was after 10pm). My mom had called and was picking up the 10 special order gifts waiting for me half way between her house and mine and my brothers family called and were bringing whatever other foods were expected besides what the kids had already taken charge of. There was nothing left for me to do except pray, wrap my remaining gifts, get out my seasonal dishes and accessories and finish taking care of the tree. My husband I decided we'd stop for lights on the way home from the hospital and decorate the tree with the kids the following afternoon (if it didn't get done then it would be a family thing before dinner). I passed out after eating dinner and never got to the wrapping. The next morning the honey bunny of a husband and I had gotten dressed and was working on some wrapping when we got a call that Tommy was going in to surgery in about 30 minutes if we wanted to be there (it was still dark out and a lot earlier that previously planned.) We rushed to get there before they took him in and we made it. He was in good spirits and the doctor told him he'd be able to go home tomorrow if there were no problems. They did want to keep him overnight to monitor any infection, etc. The surgery took a little longer than expected and the doctor with his head surgical nurse came out to speak to us after it was over. He said it was MUCH worse than they thought going in and he was a very "sick puppy". The infection had spread all over his abdomen and they had to scrape and nip part of his liver. His gall bladder was misshapen to the point that they had to be extra careful because they couldn't tell were the organ started and ended (they did figure it out eventually). Tommy had lost an tremendous amount of blood and was in guarded condition. He would not be going home anytime short of Sunday unless something miraculous happened. We called everyone on our list to call excluding the boy's and their mom because they showed up in the room while we were making calls. It seemed that arrangements were able to be made after all so they could come up and see Tommy before his "scheduled" surgery. We took the boy's with us after our son was settled (he was unconscious and they didn't expect him to be able to have awake conversation until Christmas Day). The guys took charge of the tree when we got to the house and I started taking care of the other things that needed done. My mom showed up early and everyone else showed up moments later to help take care of any last minute loose ends. WOW! What a wonderful surprise! Everyone was getting along and only positive things were being said and going on. Just as we were preparing to start our Christmas Eve dinner the phone rang and it was Tommy. He was awake and wanting to talk to everyone. The phone got passed around and blessed joy and peace filled everyone and our home. He wished everyone a Merry Christmas and then hung up to receive his knock out pain medication and go to sleep. The evening was filled with celebration and a bounding of family like I have never seen. It was the greatest gift to know several family members proclaimed a found a new found faith in God, our son was doing well and the forgiveness within the family starting a new and wonderful healing together. God is good all the time! All the time God is so good! The day of Christmas we prepared ourselves to go to the hospital for the bulk of the day to cheer our son. The phone rang and Tommy was on it saying he was being released and would we come and get him. We said we'd see him soon, thinking he was mistaken and it was the drugs talking. I called the hospital myself and spoke to the head nurse on Tommy's floor. "Yes" he was being released. The medical people couldn't explain it but he was doing great! There was NO sign of infection, his blood appeared to fine, his incisions looked good, everything was working like it should be as if there had been no emergency needed, just a normal gallbladder removal. I thanked the nurse and more importantly God. Tommy is staying with us until he speaks to his surgeon the first of next week. He appears to be doing great. No one can convince me God and miracles aren't real. Lots of sunshine and smiles going on here. This has been a wonderful Christmas!
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