I’m sitting in the hospital. Waiting. It’s weird how good I am in places like this.
The(ex)man is in surgery having a hernia repaired. Each time someone came in prior to the surgery he was asked to recount his “interesting” history. Pretty simple, really. I’ve heard it a million times but hearing it 5 more times today just reminded me of a few things. Here’s how the story goes:
- Driving home at age 30 after a day of playing football and a night out on the town, he feels dehydrated and has to pull over to puke
- Realizes he can’t drive himself after sitting on the side of the road for about 40 minutes, calls his sister
- Pukes the rest of the water in his stomach at home. Too weak to get up. Sister calls ambulance
- Ambulance gets there. BP: 210/120 (he can’t remember the specific # but it was up in this range). Paramedics call hospital, hospital instructs on what meds to give. He gets rushed to the ER. Due to the high BP he “technically” suffers 2 heart attacks
- Once at the hospital his organs start to shut down. His sister is told he may not make it through the night. His parents get in the car for what must have been the longest drive ever in the history of driving
- Collapsed lungs. Kidneys shut down. He’s put on life support. They don’t know what’s wrong. He is out
- On day 6 they discover that he has a malignant pheochromocytoma (if you watch House, it’s the episode with LL in it)
- Surgery is performed to remove the rare and malignant tumor. Meanwhile he stays “out” for close to 6 weeks losing 40 pounds in the process
And here he is 8 years later. We have not always been cool. Things have not always been well. But how can you not care about the person that shares your heart in the form of a child? We have found a great medium at this point, though and I am so grateful for that. I sometimes see posts & tweets about ex’s and their troubles. Though we are not free of issues (who is?). I can say that so many of those things that are, in fact, trivial, have been placed (after much thought, arguing and compromise) outside of our circle. People see us at times and comment on how well we get along. I don’t know how else we could do it. Other than to leave our own feelings about the past right where they belong and try hard to focus on the love we feel for our daughter and the love and appreciation we feel and have felt for one another.
It’s just a hernia repair, right? Nothing to worry about but I know that he is not loving being in this space. Â Not considering all he went through the last time he was in a hospital.
I told him I was going to blog about his antics. His flirting with the nurses, the harassment he received from the EKG tech. The cool lavender gown they gave him. Did you know that gowns now come with a hose that connects to a warmer (yes, people! Look it up!). I won’t post the pic tho (I’ll save it for later threats).
I try not to dwell on the what if’s of life. Â The how’s or why’s. But whenever I hear this story and truly look at the implications of what happened on that one fateful day in December 8 years ago, I can’t help but be grateful that he survived it all. After all, the frog princess is here because he made it through.