Today marks four weeks post-op. Seems like yesterday. Honestly, sometimes it seems more like a dream that has happened to somebody else. Then I wake up knowing full well the 6-inch thoracotomy incision dividing the major latissimus dorsi muscle of my chest wall is all mine. The cut starts on my back under the right shoulder blade, heads southeast like a half moon and curls toward my chest, stopping just short of my armpit where the bottom of my bra sits. Thoracotomies are thought to be one of the most difficult surgical incisions to deal with post-operatively. They say the pain is universal and intense. They are correct. There was…
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More ABCs
Happy Friday. I believe this is where we left off: L is for … lasix, also known as furosemide, a diuretic medication used to reduce excess fluid in the body: It’s likely your doctor will put you on a diuretic such as lasix, which can make you pee like a racehorse within minutes of taking it. If you’re lucky, they’ll let you take it in the morning, so by the time you’re ready for bed, most of it will be out of your system. My advice until you’re weaned off this stuff? Never pass up the opportunity to use a bathroom. Reminds me of a joke: Why can’t you hear…
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My ABCs
Today marks two weeks at home and nearly three weeks since my surgerym feeling stronger every day, thanks to daily walks, physical therapy exercises for patients with a thoracotomy incision, and the unwavering love and support from my family and friends. So much to tell, and nothing but time on my hands. My active mind moves way faster than my healing body, which must conserve energy. With apologies to the late Sue Grafton, an American author of detective novels best known for her “alphabet series” (A is for Alibi, etc.), I‘ve compiled a list of post-op ABCs. We will start with A through K, because I’m too tired to do…
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Big-girl bed
This just in: After sleeping in a recliner since I was released from the hospital June 6, last night I opted for the big-girl bed in our guest room. It was a painful yet necessary step in my recuperation after an MVR/Maze procedure by Dr. Steven Bolling at the University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor on May 31. The agony of lying in a supine position after open-heart surgery is hard to describe to those who have never had open-heart surgery. In my case, I had OHS via sternotomy in 2001, and a thoracotomy this time. The initial pain from either method falls somewhere between stepping on hot, rusty…
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Post-op post
BY ME HELLO FRIENDS IM BACK ONLINE AFTER THU MAY 31 MVR SURGERY AT UOFM HOSPITAL IN ANN ARBOR WENT WELL ALL FIXED GOT HOME WED YESTERDAY I THINK HARD BUT BETTER EACH DAY SLOW AND STEADY NEW MANTRA GOTTA KEEP MOVING BUT CANT PUNCTUATE BACK ASAP
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Prayer power
My original surgery date was today. But an emergency case bumped mine to Thursday. I sure hope that patient comes through with flying colors. Waiting a couple of extra days wasn’t that bad. Gave me time to do more stuff, like enjoy a holiday sunset with friends over Maxfield Lake in Hartland, eat yummy angel hair pasta with garlic shrimp and finally watch the popular Netflix series, “Stranger Things.” (That last one could have waited, my dear great-nephew, Michael, who recommended it. Insert scary face emoji here!) So, on May 31 around lunch time, Dr. Steven Bolling will fix my leaky mitral valve at the University of Michigan Cardiovascular Center…
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New surgery date
Forget what I said yesterday. My cardiac nurse Marguerite just called to say my surgeon, Dr. Steven Bolling of the University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor, has an emergency case he must handle on Tuesday, May 29. So my surgery has been moved to Thursday, May 31. As my big sister said, “Guess the good news is you’re not considered an emergency, kid.” Everything is relative, isn’t it? Where’s that BBQ grill?! (Copyright 2018)
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Odds
All of my proverbial ducks are in a row. Everything is in order, including my living trust, will and closet. So, what’s a woman to do while awaiting May 29 open-heart surgery? Fly to Las Vegas, of course. A few decadent days in Sin City may be just what the doctor ordered. Can’t hurt. With Maddie safely in our dog sitter’s care, my partner Rebecca and I left on a whirlwind Wednesday-to-Saturday junket, as my parents used to say. It was a long-planned trip to celebrate Rebecca’s milestone birthday. My cardiac care nurse at the University of Michigan urged us not to cancel. Just go and have fun, she said.…
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Pre-op
After spending the better part of last Friday at the University of Michigan’s Frankel Cardiovascular Center in Ann Arbor, I’m pleased to report that another item has been checked off my to-do list: pre-op visit. It was the usual stuff, including bloodwork, an EKG, chest X-ray and the dreaded “tiny camera down the throat” TEE echocardiogram. Let’s discuss. * * * The shadow knows Funny thing about chest X-ray results, sometimes nipples show up as dark spots and look like something bad when it’s not. It’s just your nipples. And not only in women. Men, too. So, before a chest X-ray, they provide tiny, round plastic things called nipple markers to stick…
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Woof
She’s always there for me. No matter my mood or if skies are sunny or gray. She greets me with unconditional love – morning, noon and night. No questions asked. She instinctively knows when I’m sad and how to make me feel better. Her saucer-like ebony eyes could melt an iceberg. Plus, she gives the best kisses ever. I must confess, I have two girlfriends. One has two legs, the other four. They both had me at “woof.” The good news is my two-legged partner Rebecca and I share in this canine love fest. Born May 2, 2008, the object of our mutual affection is Madison, a mostly white Havanese…
