7/18/17 mom’s surgery…

Mom had an uneasy feeling about the surgery that she was having yesterday, she thought that she wouldn’t make it through. She was having shoulder surgery. The surgery was scheduled for seven thirty in the morning so she had to be there at five thirty. I was taking her but I also needed to get William to work on time. First I said that I would take mom, drop her off at the hospital and go back home for William and take him to work then go back to the hospital for mom. Then I decided that we should take William with us to the hospital and then I wouldn’t need to go back home to get him. I wanted to be at the hospital as much as possible and William doesn’t drive. I just didn’t want to make William get up that early. Another choice was to have him take a day off but he hasn’t worked long enough to have vacation days. He said that it would be no problem to get up early and go with us. He could sleep in the car until it was time to take him to work. We needed to be at moms house at four forty-five am to be at the hospital at five thirty.
We did get up on time and got to moms ten minutes early. She was sure that there was going to be a problem during the surgery so she showed me some of the things in her house that she wanted me to take care of if she didn’t make it. Mom is never like this. She has had surgery before, but has never had this uneasy feeling about it. William hadn’t been sure if he was going to wait in the car or go in with us. In the end he decided to wait in the car. Mom told the people at the desk that she was here and she and I talked for a while as she waited to be checked in. Soon I left and took William to work and then went back to the hospital. Mom had checked in and had been taken to the surgery area. I was given a pager. When mom had settled in I was paged and went to see her.
In the end, the surgery went fine. Mom was released that day. It seems so odd to imagine what life would be like without mom around. We have always lived close enough to each other that we could see each other every day if we wanted to. There have been times when we could have moved to a different state, but the move at the time didn’t make sense, so we stayed here. We had lived with mom for a few years when the kids were young and for many years she took the kids to school. I’m glad that she is OK. We will be spending a lot of time at her house while she recovers, cutting her grass and taking her to get groceries.

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7/3/17 surgery and job searches…

Mom had a doctors appointment yesterday because her arm has been hurting her. The doctor said that she has calcium deposits on it and needs to have surgery. She is going for a post op visit next week. The surgery is scheduled to start at seven am so she needs to be there at five in the morning. I can take mom to the hospital, go home and get William and take him to work and go back and be with mom during the surgery. I can take mom home and then go back and pick up William. Moms arm will be in a sling for three months, not the normal sling but the one that wraps around the body. We will need to go and cut her grass each week and take her to get groceries. I don’t remember how long they said that she couldn’t drive. The doctor did say that she would hurt a lot for a long time even after her arm was out of the sling. He also said that eighty percent of the patients that have this surgery need to have it redone. She won’t be able to move any more furniture around or haul any more dirt from the dirt pile.
Maggie has been looking for a job. We were hoping that mom could drive her, now Maggie needs to get her license and we need to get her a car. There is a medical building right by moms house that Maggie applied to that Maggie could walk to if she needed to. She applied last week and hasn’t heard from them. It was a four page application and may have had a background check. If it did, and they wanted to interview Maggie, it may take a week to hear back from them.
Mom has always been so healthy. It seems so odd to see her frail and needing rides. I am glad that we still live in the same town as mom.

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3/30/17 William’s surgery…

William had surgery today. We were to be at the hospital at seven thirty for surgery at nine thirty. William couldn’t eat or drink anything this morning so he got up about fifteen minutes before we were going to leave. When I got a look at his face under the hoodie, I noticed that he hadn’t showered last night. Really… we were leaving in five minutes for surgery and he was still greasy from work yesterday. He had been reminded to shower last night, but when the kids are adults, I don’t monitor them as close any more. I told William that he had two minutes to shower and dress. He took fifteen minutes. We got to the hospital on time. The lady at check in commented that we were early for surgery. I said that the doctor had asked us to come in at seven thirty for a nine thirty surgery. She said that the surgery was scheduled for twelve thirty. I’m glad that they moved the time and not the day. William and I said that it was OK and we would wait there and not go home and come back.

William napped and I watched TV and read a book while we waited. The receptionist said that there was a gift shop if wanted to spend some time there. William said no. After an hour or two he went to the car to sleep. I went to the gift shop. It was a nice walk and I didn’t get lost on the way there or the way back. Sometimes in hospitals, all of the hallways look the same, so it is easy to make a wrong turn and not realize it, or be able to find your way back.
 Eventually they paged us and William and I went back. He still likes me to go with him. He now answers most of the questions on his own, but he likes me there if he needs help. He wouldn’t let me take a picture of him in the hospital bed. He only likes his picture taken if he is doing something and looking helpful, not if he looks weak and in a hospital bed.
While he was in surgery, I couldn’t read any more. It is too difficult to concentrate and worry about the kids at the same time.
The surgery took about a half hour. The doctor came out and said that it went well. He thought that William should stay home tomorrow, Friday, so that the incision can heal before he goes back to work cleaning machines. Then, he will have Saturday and Sunday off too. William spent an hour in recovery. Then we went home.
We stopped at Burger King on the way home and got William a sandwich. We also stopped at Little Caesar and got pizza to take home. William was able to walk into the house on his own.
 He hasn’t been limping but he was babying that leg and was moving slowly. I do hope after this his leg hurts less. William is now laying on the couch watching a library video.

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3/29/17 surgery tomorrow…

William’s surgery is outpatient. They are taking out a pin from his ankle. The doctor said that he would be able to walk out to the car when it was over and he would only need a local anesthesia and would be fine. I am still worried. We go in tomorrow. The doctor said that he would be in and out fast. When I talked to the hospital they said that the room was reserved for an hour and William would be in recovery for an hour.

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3/24/17 calling about the surgery…

The hospital called this week to give us the information about the surgery on the pins in William’s leg. We need to be there two hours early and William shouldn’t eat or drink from midnight on the night before. On Thursday the hospital had called and needed more information. We got home too late to call. Tonight I was going to call. Maggie had listened to the messages because someone had called and she thought that it was a someone calling about an interview. We had about thirty seven messages on the machine that we didn’t need but hadn’t erased, so I began to go through them to find the one that was needed when the phone rang. After the phone call I went onto something else and completely forgot to call the hospital. When I remembered to call the hospital it was after quitting time. Total panic. We had gotten the message last night that the hospital needed more information and now it was after five on Friday and they hadn’t been called back. Sometimes we can’t get home any earlier, and sometimes things are missed. Even important things like surgery calls. If they have to move the surgery because they didn’t get the information from me in time, I will feel so bad. I found the phone number and called the hospital. They said that the surgery was Tuesday. I thought that it was on Thursday. … the receptionist tried to find anyone to talk to me. I told her that it was OK. She said that if I called back on Monday every thing would be OK. It shouldn’t be a problem if things are sorted out next week. I am so relieved. We made a big note on the calendar to call the hospital on Monday.

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