Private room

So today when we heard that Drs were in agreement we could leave and we just had to hear from the lead thoracic surgeon ( within the hour) we checked out of our hotels and loaded the cars, ready to go! He never called. But, on the bright side, we were moved into a private room, have an excellent nurse, Andrew. So, we will be sleeping in the room. We're allowed now since it's private! So if any of you want to join the sleepover....come on up! Mom is doing fabulous having made 2 laps around the nurses station today! She ate food that isn't clear fluids and is looking forward to ice cream!

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It's a good thing that God knows what we need before we do, and even better, He meets our needs before we even know to ask. It's not fortunate, it's not luck, it's not circumstantial. It's a direct result of good, honest, faithful prayers. Prayers from everyone, everywhere. Praying that quick prayer as they rush through the door, the fleeting thought that flickers through our brain as we drive down the street and the ones offered on bended knee. ALL of them. Each one He hears. I thought things would go much differently than they have....I expected mom to come out of the OR practically comatose, tubes threaded every which way, monitors bleating off their incessant cries for responses. I was dreading it. But it wasn't like that. Sure there were tubes and monitors, sounds and smells, but she was breathing on her own and able to speak. She hurt, and she was scared. Heck, we all were. But everything went better than we planned. Better than we dared hope for. But, God knew. As she went into ICU we were grateful she would receive good care. As she remained in ICU we were surprised, she seemed to be doing so much better, we kept expecting her to be moved out within a few hours, but that never happened. She stayed, almost tube free and waking the halls, God knew. Even when Satan whipped her around in the bed (see earlier story), we were reminded to be grateful for GOOD nursing staff!
Here we are now on the thoracic floor and a semi-private room. Privacy is out of the question, as is peace and quiet. Mom had a horrible night. Barely responded to and full of pain for most of the night I am fighting off feeling of frustrated rage. Krissy, Dan and I were sick having to leave her alone last night. They refused to let us stay. She couldn't reach her water because they moved her tray. She is unable to use her arms to push, pull or lift anything and can't get out of bed. She was trapped in and by her pain. She asked for help and it was VERY slow in coming. The TV blared all night without stopping on the other side of the curtain...you know the routine. We want her home. Some might say, "where's God in that!" But we know where He is...He is here, with us, He always is.