Yesterday was a day filled with ups and downs, thankfully more
ups than downs. And just as I suspected, we had more miracles.
When
we got to the hospital this morning, the renal specialist had just gotten there
and was checking out The Old Man. He said that the kidney numbers were awesome
and he was peeing like he should. First miracle.
Then
we had another issue to deal with. The renal specialist also said the surgeon
was concerned because his blood level was low. They had given him a pint
earlier, and a couple hours later gave him a second pint. The surgeon wanted a
CT scan to make sure that there was no bleeding. The renal specialist said that
he felt confident that there was no bleeding and that it was
"delusional", whatever that meant. If they did find bleeding, they
would need to go back and do the more evasive surgery; the last thing that we
all wanted. I started sending out the prayer request texts while they had him
down in radiology getting the second CT scan. Before he went for the first
scan, his cardiologist came in and he said he was so happy over The Old Man's
kidney and other levels, and he said that he was also confident of no bleeding.
Second miracle.
We
waited and waited and still didn't hear anything from the doctor about the scan
results. We got very nervous because lunchtime came and went and they didn't
bring The Old Man his food; it was a bad sign, we thought - if they were going
to do surgery again, they wouldn't want him to eat. But at about 2:00, his
nurse brought him his lunch tray, and she had a big, big smile on her face. We
still hadn't heard from a doctor, which we (and his nurse) thought was a good
sign. Third miracle.
Later
this afternoon, his blood pressure skyrocketed. And it stayed very high for
about an hour. Once again, I sent out text prayer requests and within minutes,
his BP was down in the normal range and when we left to go home tonight, it was
still in the normal range. Fourth miracle.
Also
later in the afternoon, the nurse had him move from the bed to the chair, where
he sat for a good while. She said he stood up on his own and before she could
grab onto him to steady him, he had already walked over very steadily and sat
down in the chair. And he did the same thing going from the chair back into the
bed. Fifth miracle.
All
day long, The Old Man was able to get some rest took some naps. He kept telling
us and his nurse that he didn't have any pain in his back or stomach. He looks
"normal" - if you were to have walked in his room and saw him [minus
all of the tubes, IV lines and machines he was hooked up to] you would swear he
hadn't almost died two days ago and had major surgery. Sixth miracle.
Some
old, true friends came to visit him tonight. Actually, I don't think of them as
friends; they are family. He loved seeing all of them and chatting and laughing
and reminiscing. I'm not calling this one the seventh miracle; I'm calling it a
major blessing from God that they have been a part of my family's lives for a
long time.
Thanks again for the prayers and concern
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