Les and I spent Thursday, Friday and Saturday in San Francisco with my Dad. His surgeries both went well, but of course he was in a lot of pain. We had been concerned about blood loss, but after talking to the pharmacist on Thursday we learned that there are large blood vessels in the back, so blood loss is common with back surgery. They were prepared to give him blood, and he required 2 units on Saturday.
Let me tell you something about my Dad, in case you didn't already know.
He loves his kids. Just before going in to surgery on Wednesday he had my brother text my sister. "Send Kathy a check for $200." He had given Kim and Rick that amount to help with their expenses, and wanted to make sure we got that, too. He had already sent us money for Christmas. When we got there on Thursday that was one of the first things he told me. "I want to help each of you." Each of us would have gone to San Francisco to be with him whether he gave us a dime or not, we love him. But that's just the kind of Dad I have.
It was very hard to see him hurting so much. Thursday, the pain was all in his stomach. They had gone through his belly to get to his spine. Do you know how many things you have to move around to get to the spine from the belly? Just a slight cough was painful.
Saturday was really tough. When we got to the hospital, he said he had a rough night. The physical therapist came in and asked his pain level. "Eight" on a scale of one to ten. That was
before therapy started. They tested all his reflexes, then had him do some leg exercises. The therapist had him sit on the side of the bed, then slowly got him to stand. They had a very funny exchange at the point:
Therapist: This is going to make you feel better.
Dad: This is going to make YOU feel better.
Therapist: Why do I need to feel better?
Poor Dad, he really was not trying to be funny but that just cracked me up! In all his pain, I know he just wanted to keep laying down, but it is important that he got moving. They "slow dance" a few steps, then Dad sat in a chair for about 20 minutes. That pretty much wiped him out for the next few hours.
This was the view from his room. You can see the Golden Gate Bridge, but he wasn't too interested.
Several times on Saturday he asked us the time. "You need to get going." He was concerned about us driving home and I did not want to leave! Kim and her girls are there now, and I know he is receiving excellent care at
UCSF, but it was so hard to leave him.
I am very thankful that he is okay. His vitals are all stable. His body is finally free of the many infections he has been dealing with for months. There was a family in the ICU waiting room whose mother had been unconscious since Monday. We watched oncology patients walk the halls with their IV poles. I know things could be much worse. My family appreciates every single prayer. Our prayer now is for a speedy recovery and that Dad will get to go home soon.