Sir Jury

“Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”        I Thessalonians 5:18
 

I have struggled a great deal with the fact that I'm going in for knee surgery first thing in the morning.  I know God will guide the hands of the great doctor Lowry Jones and his medical team, but because I'm supposed to wear something loose and that particular word in combination with clothing simply isn't in my realm of reality since I've manifested myself into LARDO DIVINCI mode!  Nevertheless, I'll find something to drape around me but "loose" it may not be.

I went in this morning for my pre-op assessment and I also had a bone density scan.  In true Dr. Swaiki's office' style, they were back with me on the results in less than four hours!  UH-mazing don't you think?  My bones are weaker than they were at this time last year, but not to a point of being considered osteopenia.  My vitamin D intake is going to have to be upped, they think, and that will be determined by the blood work.  The cancer drug I take, Femara, alledgedly leeches calcium and though I"m supposed to be taking 1200 mg a day, the ol' tum tum can only tolerate about 650. 

The real kicker came when my EKG came back "abnormal."  Abnormal, I later found out, meant "left axial deviation" and something again about an inverted QRS. The RN explained that she would fax the results to the doctors involved in my case, they would discuss the risks vs. advantages and she would call me.  I guess the Sir Jury juried together for quite awhile because I waited from morning until late afternoon to find out if surgery was a go as planned or if this EKG finding might postpone or cancel it.  It was a long day but I just prayed, then fell asleep.  Sleep is a GREAT way to avoid reality, donchaknow?  As it turned out, the nurse discovered that the fax machine at the anesthesiologists office had run out of ink and automatically turned off, so they hadn't even received the information - that was the only reason for any delay.  Anyway, the end of the story is that the anesthesiologist deemed it perfectly OK to proceed as planned with surgery and that a follow-up with a cardiologist post surgery would be recommended.  I made it abundantly clear that I would rather forego knee surgey and live with the pain if it posed a cardiac risk, but I've been assure (LOL) that no doctor would take such a chance, so I'm good with it - the answers were all good - and I'm going in not worrying. 

Well, actually I AM worrying, but only a tad.  I am going to be non-weight-bearing, meaning I have to depend on my ARMS to maneuver my crutches.  My arms have been grossly neglected since my cancer surgery and node excision and they are about as strong as cooked noodles!  I've tried to build up strength in them, but without the help of my right leg, I can get maybe two or three steps.  That's STEPS my friends, not STAIRS.  Stairs have proven to be an even greater obstacle. Thank heaven there are only two to get into our house, but if I'm as weak as usual after surgery, it may be that I"ll be recovering on the front porch!   Wave if ya go by and I'm plopped out there on the front stoop!

Bless my friend Pauline!  She donated the use of a wheel chair that's mongo-sized enough to manage my rotundity - so that will be a lifeline to the johninsky until I'm up and can walk on the not-going-to-be-bum-knee-after-tomorrow leg!  With all the help and the many prayers, I just really can be honestly thankful in all things...

Until I'm not stupid in the head from great drugs,

Debbie 

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[patti]

We are thinking and praying for you ! You take everything with such a great attitude.......you are amazing ! Patti