On September 28th, Mr. Moosebay insisted on taking me to the ER. A week later, I woke to find that my entire colon had been removed, I had lost 20 pounds, was now diabetic, and had an ileostomy . They told me I had been in an induced coma as I "coded" and intubated during the first part of the surgery that was done to remove necrotic tissue. The rest of the surgery was finished the following day. I also had a dangerous C. Diff infection. Thankfully, I don't remember anything that happened before, during and for quite a while afterwards. The surgeon told me that he had done my particular surgery only five times before and he had only two survivors. I was one of them. I had been feeling a little angry that he had taken my whole colon, but realized what a miracle it was that I was even alive and so grateful for all of the efforts taken to make that happen. I developed hospital-acquired and aspirational pneumonia. I became malnourished and had a feeding tube put in causing me to lose my voice and ability to swallow.
Finally, after three weeks flat on my back, I was sent to a nursing/rehab center. I worked very hard to get back on my feet and had an awesome team working with me. I was told I would probably be there for up to six weeks, but I am home now after only two weeks. I have nursing care coming in to help with my ileostomy, but I can dress and shower myself.
The only time I cried during this ordeal was when I was gathering my things to go home....
I was so overwhelmed by how many wonderful cards, email, texts and messages I got with words of encouragement. You will never know how much they all meant to me--that you took the time to think of me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I'm not sure when I will be up to working in my sewing room again--hopefully soon.
In the meantime I will be working on getting stronger with some help from my new wheels!