I would love to be able to say that the last year has been uneventful. There have been many adjustments and little quirky things that have not been fully understood. After the defibrillator was implanted, my husband’s platelet count dropped as it had after his stent procedure in 2011. He had needed steroid treatment, and it was thought that being weaned off them too quickly had caused the platelet drop. It took months for his counts to become normal again.
There were plenty of heart-stopping moments, like the morning a couple of weeks after the surgery that I went in to wake him and he was covered in blood….after a thorough exam, we decided he must have popped a stitch, and thankfully the bleeding had stopped on it’s own.
The discovery of a sliding hiatal hernia and significant esophageal erosion prompted more testing and talk of surgery to repair it. Of course, each time surgery is suggested for my husband it makes my blood run cold, and we carefully considered if the risk was worth the benefit. Not only does he run the risk of hemorrhage because of the blood thinners, he runs the risk of developing a clot, which could then travel to his brain and cause a stroke, or to his heart or lungs.
In March of this year what we thought was a stomach virus turned out to be an inflamed gall bladder. He had only vomited a few times, yet by the time we got to the ER, his heart rate was in the 140’s. Over the next few hours it continued to climb, maxing out in the 170’s. It took an entire day to get him stable enough for surgery. Of course, this time the risk did outweigh the benefit, and they had to proceed. The surgery was supposed to take about 45 minutes, including prep time. When I was paged after only 20 minutes, I thought the worst. However, we got the news that everything had gone smoothly, and we waited to see him in recovery. This episode taught us that he shouldn’t vomit if it can be helped, and he was sent home with an anti-nausea medication. And we waited for the next issue.