Good Times….

My first official day of living in Arkansas turned out to be more eventful than I originally anticipated (or less eventful, depending on how you look at it).  I woke up thinking I was going to have two biopsies, then be able to come home to rest.  I’ve been getting crazy tired lately.  I was really looking forward to that rest!

So, I get to IR (Interventional Radiology) this morning with an empty stomach.  Apparently, you need an empty stomach if a doctor needs to poke your chest full of holes. It always makes me a little cranky when I don’t get some protein in my belly, but the nurses in that department immidiately made me happy and relaxed.  They went out of their way to help me and be pleasant.  You know when you can tell that people really like their job and believe in what they do?  That is what it felt like in IR.  Happy, good people.

So, they got me hooked up to an IV, and then wheeled me off for the first biopsy.  Once again, it was conscious sedation.  Did it work this time?  Nope!  I give up.  Conscious sedation just wasn’t meant for me.  Oh well, I had another great conversation with the doctor punching holes in my chest.  Good times!

After that biopsy I was ‘escorted’ by wheelchair to the next department.  I really can’t say anything pleasant about that area of the hospital.  They weren’t very nice, they didn’t let me eat (it was now 2ish.  I’d had nothing since 7pm last night), and the doctor took out my IV very roughly and neglected to apply pressure so I gushed blood every where.  Again, good times!  To make it even worse, after talking to mom and me like we were dummies, he informed me that I wasn’t getting a biopsy today, but having a full blown excisional surgery tomorrow.  Full blown surgery…TOMORROW.  Ugh.

I’m not thrilled about tomorrow.  All I can think of is how fragile my spine, ribs, shoulders and sternum are right now.  The doctor did NOTHING to alleiviate my concerns.  He actually agreed with me that broken bones were a possiblity, but that he’d do his best not break me.  He compared me to porcelain, but then said, “even porcelain gets broken sometime.”  Nice, doc.  Real nice.

So, if you read this before noon tomorrow, say a prayer for no broken bones!

‘Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.’  Mark 11:24

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13 thoughts on “Good Times….

  1. Dear Stephanie:

    I will be thinking about you tomo and praying for you, sweet friend. You are an AMAZING woman! Remember that. Sending you a big hug! Love–Jen

  2. Michele and I will be driving to Palm Springs tomorrow morning. During that time we will be praying together. We have great faith all will go extremely well tomorrow in spite of that doc’s personality!

  3. NO BROKEN BONES IN THE NAME OF JESUS!! I’m so sorry the doctors made what was an unpleasant day a worse experience. I pray for comfort and pease my sweet friend. Love you!

  4. Prayers and thoughts for you, your doctor/surgeon, your care givers and your family. Take comfort into the outpouring of prayers headed your way.

  5. I am so, so sorry you had a rough day. I am praying for a better one tomorrow and for no broken bones. Please know you are in my constant thoughts and prayers. You CAN do this 🙂
    L&L

  6. Hi Stephanie,
    I went to school with Lee. I’m praying daily for you and I feel led to do so. I hope it was ok, but I also requested prayer from FB friends. Praying No broken bones, a more gentler Dr., comfort, complete healing, and for your family❤️Miquel

  7. Hi love-
    Dang insensitive jerks…I’m so sorry that you were treated that way. I’m praying your surgery will be flawless…often unfortunately, medically brilliant people have the crappiest bedside manner, doesn’t make it right though. You are in the best place with the docs that specialize in your care. Hang tight to the goal, and eat something delicious as soon as you can. Love you.

  8. Today I’m going to not only pray for God to guide the doctors hand but also for the doctors and nurses to have a tenderness and softened heart to what it must feel like to be going through your fight.

  9. So sorry you had to deal with a doctor like that! You will definitely be in my prayers tomorrow and everyday. Love you and keep up the positive attitude, you’re amazing!

  10. Steph, doctors can sometimes be so insensitive, but i have found that the surgeons I work with that are the most obnoxious are the great ones. You are in great hands, and with God guiding them every bit of the way it will be successful. I pray for them to have a steady hand and a clear mind so they can do the best job ever. We love you and you are always in our thought and prayers.

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