Wish her well
Glad to hear the surgery went well and I hope she has a speedy and full recovery. It is a shame it took so many years for the doctors to do an MRI to find the problem, but glad it is leading to a recovery for her.
Paul, my heart goes out for you and your loved onesl. I hope this is a temporary hurdle in your lives that you will overcome. I am filled with emotions as I type as memories of my recent personal experience almost overwhelm me. I know you have gone through a lot already, I hope all goes well.
Now I want to add this:
She is coming home tomorrow!
The dogs will be pissed! They took her place on the bed while she was gone. She would not allow that.
The outpouring of support from you people has been nothing short of phenomenal. I am lucky and blessed to have you on my side. Thanks you friends!
So happy your wife is coming home.... Our 13 year old daughter was misdiagnosed for 9 months... She got up in the morning, went and had breakfast, then would get ill and go throw up... misdiagnosed with anoexia, puberty, and several others, we changed doctors 3 times and finally on Xmas day 1988 she could not keep her balance... Went in to emergency and with a simple follow the pencil holding her head still, her eyes twitched... The ER doctor said she need to get an MRI of her brain, and after those results was scheduled for surgery the next day..
She had a tumor the size of a lemon on the base of her brain next to her spinal cord. It was attached to the brain where her motor nerves were. They could only safely remove 70% of the tumor without damaging the motor nerves. She passed away the
following November... One of the doctors who had misdiagnosed her came to her hospital room and told us another patient with similar symptoms he had that patient sent in for an MRI, and he too had a brain tumor.
My wife kept telling the doctors that there was something else wrong for that 9 months of misdiagnoses but they did not listen.. Bill
She had a tumor the size of a lemon on the base of her brain next to her spinal cord. It was attached to the brain where her motor nerves were. They could only safely remove 70% of the tumor without damaging the motor nerves. She passed away the
following November... One of the doctors who had misdiagnosed her came to her hospital room and told us another patient with similar symptoms he had that patient sent in for an MRI, and he too had a brain tumor.
My wife kept telling the doctors that there was something else wrong for that 9 months of misdiagnoses but they did not listen.. Bill
Bill, that is truly a devastating thing to have to go through. I can't imagine the anguish that resulted from a doctors ineptness. It is something I don't really know how I would deal with.
Dennis, I hope for a positive outcome with Christine. Time will tell and I pray for you.
As for Karen, well, let's say cylinder misfire. The angiogram she had yesterday revealed a blood clot in the vessel that was repaired. They wouldn't spring her and her summer vacation at Brigham & Women's Hospital has been extended.
Dennis, I hope for a positive outcome with Christine. Time will tell and I pray for you.
As for Karen, well, let's say cylinder misfire. The angiogram she had yesterday revealed a blood clot in the vessel that was repaired. They wouldn't spring her and her summer vacation at Brigham & Women's Hospital has been extended.
Today's update
Well, gentlemen (and ladies perusing these forums), here is the latest:
Karen called me about noon Wednesday to tell me she was cleared for take-off. I went in to Boston to get her and parked in the drop-off/pick-up area. Went in and she was no where near ready to go. Central line still in, stitches still in head, not dressed, etc.
I ask what the status is and why they asked me to come so early and they said they wanted to make sure I had time to get there. The trip from work to the hospital took all of 15 minutes. So we wait. And wait. Eventually a doctor comes to remove the central line. Then we wait. Another comes in to take stitches. Then they come and bring her lunch. After that, the nurse comes in to read us EVERY page of the discharge notes in the slowest manner possible, going over the same stuff 3 times. Karen finally said "Look, we're not illiterate, we are leaving NOW". We get out of the hospital and get to the car. Guess what?! $100. parking ticket for being there more than 15 minutes (did I say they dragged their feet for 2 hours?).
Hit the E-Way and traffic is at a standstill. An hour and a half to get home (16 miles). We pull up and I get her out of the car and down she goes! She crawls to the stairs and can't get up them. There are 6. I call Hingham Rescue and they come and put her in a stair chair and bring her in the house.
She was pretty tired and didn't move out of bed for the rest of the day.
Today she is up and moving around with a walker and is disappointed she can't run a marathon. The drive she has after being able to rest without being poked and prodded every hour is amazing. With any luck I can have her finish painting the house in a couple of weeks!
Karen called me about noon Wednesday to tell me she was cleared for take-off. I went in to Boston to get her and parked in the drop-off/pick-up area. Went in and she was no where near ready to go. Central line still in, stitches still in head, not dressed, etc.
I ask what the status is and why they asked me to come so early and they said they wanted to make sure I had time to get there. The trip from work to the hospital took all of 15 minutes. So we wait. And wait. Eventually a doctor comes to remove the central line. Then we wait. Another comes in to take stitches. Then they come and bring her lunch. After that, the nurse comes in to read us EVERY page of the discharge notes in the slowest manner possible, going over the same stuff 3 times. Karen finally said "Look, we're not illiterate, we are leaving NOW". We get out of the hospital and get to the car. Guess what?! $100. parking ticket for being there more than 15 minutes (did I say they dragged their feet for 2 hours?).
Hit the E-Way and traffic is at a standstill. An hour and a half to get home (16 miles). We pull up and I get her out of the car and down she goes! She crawls to the stairs and can't get up them. There are 6. I call Hingham Rescue and they come and put her in a stair chair and bring her in the house.
She was pretty tired and didn't move out of bed for the rest of the day.
Today she is up and moving around with a walker and is disappointed she can't run a marathon. The drive she has after being able to rest without being poked and prodded every hour is amazing. With any luck I can have her finish painting the house in a couple of weeks!
Well, gentlemen (and ladies perusing these forums), here is the latest:
Karen called me about noon Wednesday to tell me she was cleared for take-off. I went in to Boston to get her and parked in the drop-off/pick-up area. Went in and she was no where near ready to go. Central line still in, stitches still in head, not dressed, etc.
I ask what the status is and why they asked me to come so early and they said they wanted to make sure I had time to get there. The trip from work to the hospital took all of 15 minutes. So we wait. And wait. Eventually a doctor comes to remove the central line. Then we wait. Another comes in to take stitches. Then they come and bring her lunch. After that, the nurse comes in to read us EVERY page of the discharge notes in the slowest manner possible, going over the same stuff 3 times. Karen finally said "Look, we're not illiterate, we are leaving NOW". We get out of the hospital and get to the car. Guess what?! $100. parking ticket for being there more than 15 minutes (did I say they dragged their feet for 2 hours?).
Hit the E-Way and traffic is at a standstill. An hour and a half to get home (16 miles). We pull up and I get her out of the car and down she goes! She crawls to the stairs and can't get up them. There are 6. I call Hingham Rescue and they come and put her in a stair chair and bring her in the house.
She was pretty tired and didn't move out of bed for the rest of the day.
Today she is up and moving around with a walker and is disappointed she can't run a marathon. The drive she has after being able to rest without being poked and prodded every hour is amazing. With any luck I can have her finish painting the house in a couple of weeks!
Karen called me about noon Wednesday to tell me she was cleared for take-off. I went in to Boston to get her and parked in the drop-off/pick-up area. Went in and she was no where near ready to go. Central line still in, stitches still in head, not dressed, etc.
I ask what the status is and why they asked me to come so early and they said they wanted to make sure I had time to get there. The trip from work to the hospital took all of 15 minutes. So we wait. And wait. Eventually a doctor comes to remove the central line. Then we wait. Another comes in to take stitches. Then they come and bring her lunch. After that, the nurse comes in to read us EVERY page of the discharge notes in the slowest manner possible, going over the same stuff 3 times. Karen finally said "Look, we're not illiterate, we are leaving NOW". We get out of the hospital and get to the car. Guess what?! $100. parking ticket for being there more than 15 minutes (did I say they dragged their feet for 2 hours?).
Hit the E-Way and traffic is at a standstill. An hour and a half to get home (16 miles). We pull up and I get her out of the car and down she goes! She crawls to the stairs and can't get up them. There are 6. I call Hingham Rescue and they come and put her in a stair chair and bring her in the house.
She was pretty tired and didn't move out of bed for the rest of the day.
Today she is up and moving around with a walker and is disappointed she can't run a marathon. The drive she has after being able to rest without being poked and prodded every hour is amazing. With any luck I can have her finish painting the house in a couple of weeks!
She is a strong woman! God bless! We should all have so much strength! My only hospital stay was ending the same way my friend. I gave my dinner to the guy next to me who had been admitted very late. My brother came to pick me up and as we sat there for hours (literally) I thought they were going to keep me as late as possible 'til I got charged for another day. So, I got up told the head nurse I was leaving and damn! My paperwork got done immediately! I guess they needed my autograph or something! Hope all is going as best it can in your home. We're still praying for you two.
. I'm happy to hear Christina is home and doing as well as can be expected at this time. I keep her in my thoughts and prayers daily.
I have to tell you and everyone else what happened recently: I was slepping and Karen was at the doorway in her walker and said to me: "Paul, it's six O'clock!". I looked at the alarm and yes, it was. I checked the alarm to see why it didn't go off and it seemed to be set correctly. Said to myself, "***** I'm going to be late"! I bounded out of bed, got dressed for work, and as I was brushing my teeth I thought how I had not met the goals I had set for the weekend and what had gone wrong. I gave her a kiss and was headed for the door and I stopped as I glanced at my phone for any messages.
IT WAS SUNDAY!!! She did the same thing Saturday morning but I caught it.
As soon as she gets well I'm going to kill her!
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