August 22, 2009

Yesterday Scott got to come home from the hospital - yea! Having spent the last three years of him being in and out of the hospital I tend to get a bit anxious when they're ready to release him. One of the things that is GREAT about the hospital is that if there is something going on - they know how to deal with it (most of the time). Once he comes home he's usually medicated in some form or fashion which means I end up having to figure things out - hense my anxiety. This time he was bringing somesort of machine they have attached to him from one of his surgeries this week. My first thoughts are I don't wanna!!! So when the nurse came in lst night and told us that someone would be coming to our house to take care of it for the duration I could have kissed her. This week has been a real stresser for both Scott and I. He's got the stress of being sick and stuck in the hospital and I've got the stress f being back and forth between the hospital and home. There are things in both places that need my attention. It would be ever so nice if when someone had to be admitted to the hospital the rest of life was able to suspend itself in time...no such luck. Anyway, we've survived another (what I hope to be ) minor setback - whew. He should recover from the three proceedures just fine over the next few weeks. Being that we were both so taxed neither of us have followed up with the Transplant team to find out if the stress test results were good - nd they've not reached out to us since I visited on Tuesday. We plan to try and contact them on Monday I would assume they're going to need to review all the records from Scott's trip their this past week. One of the things Scott and I tried to do while at the hospital this week was to speak with a representive from Chaplin Services. We are both so emotionally exhaulsted from everything and having someone to speak to about it all sounded like it would be helpful. I would like to think in the next few days or weeks that our individual conversations with him will bring some relief - but I think at the moment there are many, many layers to our onions. It may take a bit more time than a half hour to remove some of the scars left by all the punches Scott and I have received over the past three years - and really for Scott going back to when he was first diagnosed at 14 with the diabetes. Nonetheless for that half hours some doors were opened that had been tighly closed for quite some time. Happy weekend and thx to everyone for your continued support.