Monday, October 5th 2009
It's only been 72 hours since the op and apart from the many tubes/drains coming out of his body you would never know he's had a major operation (and a small one). This morning, he was able to shower (sitting down) and shave himself. He no longer needs the oxygen but still has the saline/sugar/pottasium drip and the magical push button for pain.
He's had a couple of lows during the last 2 days all mainly to do with irrigation of the stents and catheter. At one point he was whisked away for a fluroscopy to make sure the new neo bladder was still intact - no bad news there, it's still all ok. It took until yesterday for 'neo' to realise that it's no longer a piece of intestine but indeed a bladder. The stent bags had been full of drainage fluid and the catheter remained practically empty but now it's the other way round and new 'neo' is working as it should.
He's still not allowed anything to eat and drink and amazingly he's not hungry. I feel a bit guilty sitting here with my toasted bagel but he's bothered at all by it. Nurses and doctors keep listening to his bowel but there's nothing more than a few grumbles. To help it along we went on a quite a walk this morning. I wasn't so sure he would make it back but on he went, quite determined. At lunch time we set off again on quite a long trek and visited a cathedral (yes, a cathedral) which is located inside this very hospital. We sat quietly for a few minutes (Andrew dozed....) and I said a private thank you ...
He's sleeping now and probably so should I.....
love
T
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