11-02-2009
I sat at the hospital yesterday with ma who is on a ventilator. She has always been a tough little fighter and now her fighting weight is about 75 pounds and just came through surgery to repair another stomach ulcer caused by years of Goody, BC and Stanback powders. Her lungs are also in pretty bad shape.
I've done the math and I was born a month after she turned 16 with my sister coming a year later. She's had lots of medical problems in the past few years and the next days are critical to see if she can pull through.
The room across the hall had lots of activity and I saw the doctor meeting with part of the family and the news appeared to be bad. Doc L left his meeting and picked up ma's chart and headed our way asking for the nurse of patient in room 53. He asked several times before she came out of another room and came up to him and filled him in on the latest with her. I remember him from 10 years ago as he was the one that recommended me wearing a heart monitor that discovered I needed a pacemaker. A busy man with not much of a bedside manner and I told him ma's name was Cheryl.
He said her oxygen level is better and told the nurse to turn it down a little and give her something for pain and was said her was going to look at her chart and come back later.
Ma has been taking her brother Charlie back and forth twice a week to get chemo and radiation for the lung cancer that he was diagnosed with a few months ago. She kept trying to say something and me and several others could not figure out what is was. She would point at the P on the alphabet chart my daughter made up but that was all we could get. After everyone else left she pointed at my pocket and the P on the chart. I pulled out my phone and she nodded her head yes and I could make out " Charlie."
"Call Charlie?" Nodded yes and how he's doing was what I deciphered next.
In the shape she is in and wanted me to call her brother and see how he was doing.
I also had a doctor appointment yesterday to get another shot in the foot that maybe will help me with this heel spur that has returned. Bonnie says I look like a 100 year old man walking first thing in the morning trying to walk. Foot doc located the spot and reminded me it was going to hurt (I remembered it well) as he pulled the syringe and needled out of his pocket and buried it straight through the side of my foot and found the spot. Yes I remembered the pain and the burn as he injected it into the spot. This morning I can walk like a 45 year old again. Hope it lasts this time.
wayne
(912)288-0810
