Yesterday morning I woke at 4:45 to a text from my mom telling us that
she had taken my dad to the emergency room at midnight because he was
in severe pain. Five doctors and three hours later they found that he had a
perforated esophagus. The doc informed them that a patient with a hole in
their esophagus had only about twenty-four hours to live if not cared for.
So my dad was rushed to emergency surgery and my mom sat and waited.
The surgery lasted almost five hours and was as invasive as it gets—they
had to clean the whole inside thoroughly (around the heart and all of
the organs) and collapse a lung to patch up the hole. Then the doctor
inserted five tubes from his chest (for feeding and such). We won't know
how successful it was for about four to five days—so we hold our breath
and pray and wait.
We think that everything will be ok. The nurses have been encouraging and
his blood work shows normal for infection (and that's a very good thing).
The recovery time is long and hard. Right now he is a very sick man.
I'm flying home in the morning.
Jason's in school full time and can't break away, so it's a solo mish.
So, yet again, my faithfully waiting, patient clients are put on hold.
I'm sorry, but there are other things that are so big going on in our
life right now. Thank you for understanding, thank you for waiting.
I will be officially out of the office until next Thursday, September 9.
I think we could use all the prayers we can get right now.
For my dad, for his doctors, for a good recovery.