I’m in the hospital with Wendy this morning. The tumor that was lodged just alongside her esophagus has been successfully removed without much unexpected complication. Thank you for your prayers!
In order to get the tumor, three incisions needed to be made and her right lung needed to be collapsed. She has normal drainage from her lung (which is being monitored), but the tube that enters her chest is particularly painful. It hurts to swallow and breathe, and she wants to cough. Nausea is a problem, too. She’s receiving medication for both the nausea and the pain.
The doctor told me that while Wendy was partially sedated, she kept asking if she could hold his hand. He thought that was cute, and he told me that he let her know, “Your husband will be here soon and you can hold his hand all you want.” We laughed. Wendy told me later that he misunderstood. Actually, her hands were cold and she was uncomfortable. She wanted to hold anyone’s hand.
You can imagine: Wendy is uncomfortable. I wasn’t allowed in the operating area, but I’m so glad I’m here now. She feels comfortable asking things of me that she wouldn’t the most polite RN or CNA. “The coffee’s too hot,” “I need a cold wash cloth,” “Could I get a pillow under my leg?” etc. She may get a little irritated or snappy, but I don’t care. And she knows I don’t care. We’ve gone through umpteen deliveries together, for crying out loud. We love each other, and it is good to be here together.
There have been many of those appreciative husband-and-wife moments. I’m thankful that things are going as planned; she’s thankful I’m there to help her out. She did this exact same thing in October when I had mycarditis. I was weak and uncomfortable as my heart was struggling to recover, and I needed my dearest love at my side. Just holding hands was often the perfect remedy.
How do others do it without a soulmate? This wing is filled with patients in similar circumstances (lung and heart surgery are common on this floor). Few relatives or roommates are around. The patients are getting fantastic help – this hospital proudly boasts itself as one of the top 50 hospitals in the nation – but even the best aid doesn’t compare to a loved one at your side.
Genesis 2:18 comes to mind: “It is not good for the man to be alone.” God was on a role at that moment of creation, and he figured out the perfect solution. Having no one is a great deficit. Bringing one alongside another is very good, and it is especially evident in times of need.
Please keep Wendy in your prayers. We are hoping she’s feeling strong enough to go home today. I’ll keep you posted!