On Wed. last week, I woke up with a huge pain in my stomach. At 2:00 am - I waited until 5:00 am to go to the ER. I went to the ER and the doctors and everyone reported I had the stomach flu, made sense it was going around. Wed. I still was not feeling good - 8:00 pm went to the ER again. More tests, a CT Scan, heart monitors and more blood withdrawls. Nothing came back nothing.
Then I came home and I threw up...threw up for 3 days straight. Finally told Damon, need to go to the ER Friday night. I went to the ER....kidney failure....low heart beat....ICU admission. Not again, I thought...back to the hospital.
ICU for three days....Surgery was prevented as much as possible...but in the end it had to happen.
You would think that I would be a pro at surgery. I am not. I get scared. I hate not having control.
My surgeon was great. He talked to me and comforted my fears. He told me that he was proud of me and all that I had endured.
I am home now. The hardest part was missing my Damon and little Grayson. Now I have 40 new staples along my stomach with my stomach all cleared out.
May we all me proud of what we have endured.
