First Entry ever from 2011

Thursday, November 17, 2011

It's hard to explain what transpires in my brain, in our home, in our family when another surgery takes place. Number 41 wasn't planned, yet it had to be--so much infection in that hip, so much pain.  And Pete's sudden confusion, his incoherence.  PJ and I didn't hesitate.  Years of episodes put us on automatic.  Call 911, move the hall bench so the gurney could haul Pete away, gather list of medications, a list of the past 40 surgeries, don comfortable clothes, grab water, a book, follow the ambulance to the hospital.  The comfort of knowing the medical personnel--what a gift.  Two former students as nurses, an acquaintance at ER physician.  So good to have a personal connection; it made the uneasiness, the confusion easier to bear.