Counting My Blessings Part One

Around 5 am a pack of surgical residents assembled at the foot of my husband’s bed. Kirt covers his head with the blankets lately. He no longer wants to hear most of what they say. The graft failed. The big discussion centers on how much lope to lob off, a toe, a foot, maybe midway below the knee. Gee, I wish I had covers over my head.

Just yesterday morning I was ticked with everybody who gave me a cock and bull story about why Kirt was sweating profusely. I mean wet gown and bed clothes sweating. It’s not a high temperature. It’s not low blood sugar. Then it’s that he has too many covers on. Oh, please, how sick do you have to be to sweat the bed wet under the covers? Duh, do you really think I believe that?  I was insulted to be told that tale.

When I came back to see Kirt in the afternoon, he was wringing wet. I told the afternoon nurses, who all said, “Yes, it’s a side effect of the pain medication he’s taking. We’re going to wash him off and change his linen.” Ta-Dum! Nothing satisfies like the truth. Kirt won the bonus round with nurses who took good care of him; no, excellent care, putting ointment on his hinny and joking with him while they worked.

My eternal gratitude goes to the hospital for allowing me to sleep on a cot by my guy’s bed. He’s well medicated and sleeps soundly. It’s just good to be with him.

In the night, while surfing the net to educate myself, I found info about stem cell research revascularizing legs that otherwise would have been amputated.  Hmm, a ray of hope eased my mind. I curled up on my little cot, trying to crack my neck to get rid of an intense headache.

And here we are back to 5 am. Without a cup of coffee, I may not have a pulse. Needless to say I didn’t have a functioning brain; hence no discussion of stem cells, just cutting, more or less, was the question. The next couple of hours sitting in silence were agonizing. Kirt said he didn’t want to talk about it. My head throbbed. He needed time to grieve for body parts.

Later the vascular surgeon laid out the facts surgically, if you’ll pardon the pun. I asked her about the stem cell therapy for revascularizing legs. She said she wasn’t familiar with it. Something new from Indiana University, I could see the excitement in her eyes. She said she would know more about it by the end of the day!

Hope, thank you God for hope; I’ll keep the rest of you posted. Please, pray for this.