Well I have a new one to add to that. You never want to get a phone call from the hospital at 2:00 in the morning to tell you that your husband is being rushed into emergency surgery. That is never a good phone call.
That is what happened to me. My folks showed up and said they could stay and help me for a couple of days. I was thrilled! That same night (actually early morning) the phone rang and the nurse said that they had taken Mike to get an x-ray done because his temperature had spiked and they discovered a tear in the internal incision on the colon resection. Waste was emptying into his abdomen and he was becoming septic. They had to rush him into surgery and if I could get there fast I would be able to see Mike before they wheeled him away. I dressed like a mad woman, woke my mom to tell her, and drove like a bat out of hell to get to the hospital. I got there just as they were wheeling him down the hall, but at least I got to give him a big kiss. Then I got to go sit in this very quiet and dark waiting room while he had surgery...again.
The doctor told me that all went well and that they had to give him an ileostomy bag to remove his waste to help the incision heal more and not have this happen again.
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