Casper the last few days has enjoyed sleeping under our bed at night. I have no idea why he wants to sleep there. You would think that it's too crowded to even think about sleeping in. He loves it! Look at some of the pictures that I took of it (sorry some are a little dark):
Slowly starting to come out!! And I do mean slowly!! Andrew had to call him like 10x's to get him to start to even come out!!
He got a little stuck!!
He had to rest after getting stuck!!
Finely out!! Yay!!
Going to see Daddy and what he was doing! I think he was trying to tell him take me out!!
Well, since he wouldn't get up to take me out... I'm going back to sleep on Mamma's pillow!!
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My Mom came to sit with me that morning before my scope test. They finely came and got be at about 8. I was nervous and scared. Andrew gave me something the first time I was in the hospital to help with that. He's name is Mason.
I couldn't take him down stairs with me, but I knew my mom would take care of me. Also I was nervous about going places by myself. Once I got down stairs, I had a friend that worked for Dr. Guyton at the hospital when he did his testing. It was so good to Jackie!! She took really good care of me.
I was brought back to my room after 5 hours. I remember coming up and seeing Cathy and Grandma Lee in the room. After I said hello, I rolled over and went to back to sleep. Woke up at about 2:30 that afternoon. It wasn't long after that that Dr. Guyton came in to tell me what he thought about what he saw. I called Andrew and put him on speaker phone so he could hear what was going on. Dr. Guyton told me that my colon was more far off than he thought. He said that it was killing me but not in so many words. He also told me that there was nothing else that he could do for me. I then started to cry. Cathy sat with me on my bed and wanted to cry with me. The only thing that he could do was for me to transfer to Birmingham. He was going to push for whatever I wanted. The two opinions that he gave me were a study drug or to have my whole colon removed and have a bag for a few months. He couldn't really tell me anymore about the surgery because he had never done it and didn't want to tell me anything that wasn't true. I was still crying at this point. I felt as though I had lost my best friend. I asked him what I should do. I was still in shock about the whole thing that I couldn't think for myself. He said that the best thing to do was to have the surgery. He also wanted to start me on TPN which is a protein milkshake that was given through IV Pic Line. I told him that I wanted to think about the surgery and could he get back to me on Monday about what we were going to do. By this point I forgot that Andrew was even on the phone.
I got on the phone with him and told him that he needed to come home because this was not a conversation that I wanted to carry out over the phone. I wanted to see his reaction to all the things that they wanted to do. I was thankful that Cathy and Grandma were there to help me hear what he had to say. They both kept telling me that this was what we all have been praying for! It's a masked blessing. All I could think of was the scars, how Andrew would look at me, and is it really worth all the trouble.
I called my parents and told them what he had said. They both called Brandon to ask how it went for him. Brandon was a great help to us during this time. My parents called his parents a lot.
I went down to radiology to have the Pic Line started. That was a scary thing to have in. It was in my right arm and was my new IV. It's one that can stay in for 8 weeks if need be and has about twelve inch line that goes straight to the heart. I felt everything they pushed as soon as they pushed it in. I was feeling very loopy every because of that. Not to long into my journey with the pic, I began to like it because they could draw blood out of it instead of sticking me!! I had become such a pin cushion. The vampires came out at 3 every morning. The lab people were vampires in my opinion. They woke me up every time!!
The TPN was a twenty-four hour milkshake. What I was missing in my blood work or what was low; they would put it in my milkshake. It was gross to look at. The pic did hurt, and it was hard to get used to. I still hadn't had a good shower in over a week. What is it with the hospital about not letting their patients have showers?!
My grandparents also came to check on me that day and to find out what was going on the test results. They came right before dinner was being brought around. I was starving!! I was happy to see the plate when they brought it in, but when I asked my grandmother to open and see what it was; I turned white as a ghost. I told her really fast that it had to go! I couldn't even stand for it to be in my room. She had to carry out in the hall. My CNA noticed and came running to my room to make sure I was going to be ok. She told my nurse that I really needed something both for pain and nausea. I felt bad about somewhat yelling at my grandmother, but if the food would have sat here much longer I was going to be sick. I have told my grandmother that I was sorry for how I acted. She told me that she didn't even think twice about how I talked to her about it. That made my day!!
Once Andrew got there on Sunday, he walked in; I looked at him and cried again!! I told you I had become cry baby! We had a long conversation about the surgery. I don't remember if I told you that we had started to talk about the surgery December of 2008, but we both had no idea that was going to happen six months after we had the first conversation about it!! All of this was moving to fast! I was losing control and still was asking God why. We decided that Dr. Guyton should push for the surgery when he called UAB to get me a bed over there.
That next week was one of the longest weeks in my life. I wanted so bad to get out of the Tupelo hospital and see something new. Andrew went back to work because he wanted to take the whole time off that I was in Birmingham. The week keeps getting crazier.
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