WOW!
What a day! This is Bryan (DH) and I cannot believe the day's events. Reader's Digest version: Anne is doing well right now and I cannot wait until she is home in 2 or 3 days. The Long-Winded: We got an early start-at the hospital at 6:00 AM-and Anne's mother and I sat with her until the very last minute. When we were courteously shooed we felt Anne was in really good hands after talking to the Dr.,anastheseologist, a resident and 2 nurses. We were asked to hang out and that we would get a page in a few hours. Anne's mom took the opportunity to catch up on some zzzz's while I read every fishwrap and 'zine in sight(an occupied mind has less time to worry). Well, the deadline came and went so we called the OR. The nurse relayed that everything was fine, but it was going to take an extra 60-90 minutes. (Yes, remember that exact emotion when you hear those words recited, it is a weird mixture of suprise/concern/I am over-reacting/puzzlement) That deadline came and went. Everything is fine, it is just going to take ANOTHER 2 hrs. (Insert same nameless emotion here but multiply by 3 and add fatigue) Gail was ready to strangle, punch, pounce and pummel whoever was doing whatever to her favorite daughter and taking however long to do it without letting us know whenever they were really going to be through. It took all she had to remain a lady. We both remained outwardly calm and optimistic. Maybe we should get lunch....maybe we should walk....Maybe we should talk about Christmas.....maybe we should get dinner. Anne's sister-in-law (happy 30th Mel)and grandmother showed up to help lighten the load. When the Dr. finally showed his face I was afraid he may be stepping into the lioness' den. He patiently explained that Anne is unlike anyone he has ever operated on; a fact anybody who knows her would readily verify. But the Uniqueness of Anne as the Dr. saw it through his Lap-ro-cam is that (and excuse me if I don't get the facts 100% medically acurate) her duct that drains the Gall Bladder is not where everybody else's is. That is important because he must cut the tube so as not to disturb said duct. So he scoots over about 3.5 cm and makes the incision and, lo and behold, that wasn't far enough, even though he could not have scooted another mm without getting too close to where he shouldn't. I guess we should have told him she's an extremist. So ever so slightly he touches that tube. He conferred with several other surgeons and after the pow-wow with much hhhmmmmm's he felt that he should fix his error even though there was no tangible danger(add a few hrs). And he wanted to continue with the lap instead of The Amazing Ginsu(double the added time). Somewhere in there he excused the damaged goods(more time)--who even knows what a gall bladder is for? Maybe Anne can ponder that mystery as she peers at it floating in a pickle jar. Effectively she had 3 surgeries today and was under for 10 hours. When I left she was aware of what was going on, asking if it was still snowing and how was the "Cutest Dog In All The Land." She is in a bit of pain and nauseated and spent. I asked her if it was worth it and it was all she could muster to shrug her shoulders and arch her brows. Who cares? In this day when the greatest country can't decide who should Preside at 1600 Penn , she can have second thoughts between wretches. Her mother earns the sweetheart merit badge for cancelling a ski trip to stay during recovery . But she is not alone. Special note to Lori, thank you for being so nice to Annie. Carey, Heather, Deborah, Mimi, Dennis, Susan, Angela, Beth, Barb, and Emma--She will receive your card at 10:00AM sharp. Thank you so very much.