So … I’ve been loaded in the ambulance and transported to
St. Agnes Hospital in Fresno. X-rays
have been taken; no easy task for them or me (over the years I’ve discovered
that morphine is a very good friend), Fr. Gordon has driven down and is with me. My granddaughter's also here, her parents are
on their way, and the doctor enters …
This is not good news.
I don’t have much bone left in this leg and a small piece gave way and
essentially crumbled, taking me down.
The abrupt stop caused the stem of the hip replacement to loosen inside
the femur and now everything has to come out and a complete hip replacement, as
opposed to a revision, will need to be done.
That stem has been in my femur one month shy of 20 years, this is going
to be a real piece of work. My
orthopedic surgeon has been contacted and he will perform the surgery, it’s
familiar territory to him as he did the last revision and a couple of
reductions on this leg. I will be
admitted to await surgery.
My calendar is full, I have a lot on my plate, and really
don’t have time for this right now. But
then, I also have no choice so here we go … again.
I’ve been admitted and taken to a room in the new wing to
await surgery. It’s a private room and
the staffing allows for better than adequate care. Those who can stand tell me there’s a great
view from my window. Yeah, well!
The Physician Assistant says they’re trying to get me on
the surgical schedule tomorrow or tomorrow evening. The downside of having an excellent surgeon is
that his schedule is tight. It’s been
determined that it’s okay for me to have something to eat up until midnight;
it’s almost 11:30. My daughter-in-law is
off to the cafeteria to see what she can get me.
There’s nothing more going to happen tonight. It’s 10:30 and I’ve sent Fr. Gordon back up
the mountain. I am once again so
grateful to him for being with me through all my trials and tribulations. I don’t know that I’d have accepted the
prognosis as calmly had he not been here.
Marlen (my daughter-in-law) is staying the night just in case a space in
Dr. Gill’s schedule comes open. My son,
Ed, and granddaughter, Lyndsey have gone home.
Stay tuned …
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