The faculty of making stupid discoveries by accident. The name of my first Fantasy Football Team. Neither of which have anything to do with this blog. I just like the word. Deal with it !!!!!!
I am not ignoring you!!!
I know, I know, I have been pretty lax in posting the last couple of days but I really do have a good excuse.
My plane was delayed two hours on Sunday coming home from Minneapolis. We didn’t get back here to Brighton until almost midnight and by that time I was just a little tired! Pretty well went straight to bed and then had to get up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 to get Craig to his new job for 7:00.
Mom, dad and I then stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast. On the way home Dad all of a sudden got an excruiating pain in his stomach. We got back to the house ans it hadn’t subsided so I called 911. The pain was now radiating up into his chest. The Fire Dept showed up pretty quick, the Paramedics not far behind. They hooked dad up to an ECG machine – everything was normal, all vitals were good but recommended that we go to the hospital anyway. They took him in the ambulance, mom and I followed a little bit later.
At the ER dad was tended to by Dr. John Bonn. I love Dr. Bonn, he was the first Dr. I saw when I got sick back in 2004. It was because of him that I was referred to Dr. McIlreath – the rest of the story is history! I really wish that Dr. Bonn would go into private practise – I would be the first person in line to become a patient. Dr. Bonn reported to Mom and I that it was not Dad’s heart – that was the good news. Unfortunately there was some abnormal acitivity with his liver and pancreas. This would require dad being admitted to the hospital and as Dr. Bonn explained dad would need a CAT scan. He also warned that the abnormal activity that was showing was usually caused by some kind of malignancy…
I handled this a lot better than I thought I would, at least on the outside. I remained calm and optimitic to the outside world. However on the inside I was panicking. Pancreatic cancer is the most deadliest form of cancer there is, followed by Esophageal Cancer. So what are the odds of two people in the same immediate family having both types of cancer? I don’t know the answer to that question and hopefully I will never have to find out.
Dad was admitted to the hospital and on Tuesday morning had a CAT scan. We had not talked to the Dr. in charge of his case – so at that point we knew nothing! Wednesday was holiday here – Canada Day – and I was assured by the nurses that the Dr. would indeed be into the hospital to see patients. So I was at the hospital bright and early – 8:00 am to talk to him. At 2:00 pm I left, I had still not talked to the Dr. After waiting all that time I told the nurses that I knew the minute I left he would show up and guess what ?? He did LOL. One of the nurses tried to catch me in the parking lot but I had already left.
The nurses in the Outpatient Unit where dad was were great. One Tuesday while mom and I were there I went to talk to them to try and find out what was going on. Dad was no longer on any IV, he had his CAT scan and unless there was something horribly wrong with him then I couldn’t understand why they were keeping him. He wanted to go home – he hates being alone and was in a room all by himself and I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t have been sent home already. The nurses that I spoke with agreed and said that if I was willing to take him home, they saw no reason why he was being kept in either. The unit that dad was in is also the unit where patients who are waiting to be taken to nursing homes or hospice facilities are placed until they can be sent to a different facility. Dad did not fall into this category but it was the only unit where there was an available bed. The nurses were actually quite thrilled that I wanted to take him home. They said they would put a note on his file so the Dr. would see it in the morning.
To make a long story short – I got home from the hospital on Wednesday afternoon and there was a message the Dr. had ordered dad discharged – so off I went and brought him home. In the meantime, while talking to one of the nurses, she pulled the report from Dad’s CAT scan up on the screen and read it. I asked her point blank what it said. She replied that she wasn’t supposed to tell me (I knew that) but…dad had gallstones. The cancer scare was gone – at least for the time being. I am all too aware of how things can change in an instant. But for now we can breathe a sigh of relief .
We went to see the Canada Day fireworks that night in Trenton and they were awesome. I love fireworks. I can remember as a child the displays that my dad and grandfather set off every year for May 24th and Labour Day. Dad had been talking about the fireworks and going to see them since we saw them last year. I was so glad to be able to get him home and then to see the fireworks on Wednesday night. He seemed fine, no worse for wear, and had been eating normally with no problem. That was until tonight.
I fell asleep in the chair after dinner and was awakened by Craig in a panic mode. Dad was in pain once again, this time convinced he was going to die. He was clamy and sweaty, felt like he was going to be sick and in incredible pain. Craig and I got him to the car and I took off for the hospital again surprising myself at how calm I was but knowing that it is gallstones that are causing the problem makes it a little easier than thinking dad has cancer.
We got to the ER and saw the Triage Nurse. I explained that he had been discharged Wednesday afternoon and that I knew that the CAT scan showed gallstones. Trenton Memorial Hospital is a very small hospital. The ER this Friday night was swamped. There were patients there that had been waiting for 8 hours to see a Dr. We waited 3 1/2 and still had not been in to see a Dr. so I talked to the triage nurse and decided to bring dad home. If he has another attack I am to return him to the hospital. The nurse told me that in all likelihood the only thing that would be done for dad was a presciption for a painkiller/relaxant that I could administer at home. That’s all well and good except there would not have been a pharmacy to get the script filled at anyway so it was kind of redundant to stay. If it happens again tomorrow I will take him back to the ER and hope that it is not as busy as it was tonight. I am hoping that we do not have to make another trip to the ER and can wait until Thursday when we go to see Dad’s family doctor and can get a script then and hopefully some direction on what happens next.
The worst part of all of this is that with Alzheimer’s lurking in the background Dad gets very confused and very scared. Rightly so, I get scared too and I am not the one in pain. I can see it on his face when the attacks happen. I know that kind of pain and I am fully cognizant and aware of everything going on around me. I cannot even begin to imagine how frightening it would be to be 77 years old, in that kind of pain and not understand what is going on. I just hope we can get over this hump and on to the next one LOL – and there will be an next one, I am sure of that!
So, that’s my story and I am sticking to it! I have not been ignoring my blog, nor you, my most awesome reader’s. Honest! And I am hopeful that I can get back to some sense of normalacy and tell you all about my trip to Minneapolis in the next couple of days. It was truly a weekend to remember!
If you are an American friend – I wish you a very Happy July 4th weekend. Be safe – enjoy your holiday.