I’m writing this from the I.C.U. because there is a shortage of available rooms on the floor and I’m on the waiting list.
On Feb. 25, the lower lobe of my left lung was removed because of a 4cm mass. A sample of that is being tested at a couple of Mayo clinic facilities. They still don’t know what it was.
The first week of recovery was pretty rough and is kind of a blur now. The pain was mostly controllable, but the worst part was getting over the anesthetics and then the narcotics I was taking for pain. Delicate balance there between enduring pain levels and how sick the drugs make me.
I don’t think I’m wording this all that well, but please understand that this is the very first day I’m even able to do this much.
After 12 days in the hospital, I went home and the home health nurses were coming to help. 3 days later I had to go back to the emergency room because of excessive bleeding from one of the chest tube incisions. I thought they would just stitch me up and send me back home. Instead I was readmitted and Sunday morning another drain tube was inserted. This time on the front of my chest – this is a better place for it. The first time I had two tubes inserted in my back. Hard to get comfortable that way.
So, I’m guessing that I’ll get to return home in a couple of days.
God bless my husband who has gone way beyond the basics in taking care of me.
Thank you, Jesus, for holding my hand.