At Urgent Care with Moms. First time in quite some time that she has been sick enough to go to see a doctor.
Twenty years ago you would have called the doctor’s office and you would have went to see your primary doctor. Now you get shuttled to Urgent Care instead.
A bit light on the site the last week or so. My old man (damn…I am becoming that description!)…he had some rather dramatic surgery at Walter Reed Nat’l Military Hospital last week. He had a proctectomy…about as unpleasant as you can imagine. He had a colostomy a few years ago…this surgery was kind of to wrap it up so to speak. Fascinatingly complex…they snipped a muscle in his leg…pulled it up into his groin to hold his guts in place. Major surgery for a 75 year old.
All of this is due to cancer treatments he received in the 70s after exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam. He was a combat engineer…the C-123’s would fly down the edges of the roads and spray that stuff…my dad operated a grader on those roads. He developed non-Hodgkins lymphoma after returning from Vietnam in his early 20s. The radiation treatments available at the time were like painting the area of his midsection with a wide beam flashlight instead of the scalpel-like precision that can direct beams with modern technology. Over the decades he has lost functions…muscle…nerves…it was the gift that kept on giving.
Anyway…the first sergeant is hanging in there. Surgery was nine days ago. I’ve been fortunate to be able to be by his side the entire time. My Mom does the day shift…I work the night shift with him…making sure he doesn’t yank lines out or drive the nursing staff here crazy. He had been hallucinating like crazy a few days ago…worrisome…I had never seen him like that. He has a PICC line he is being fed through…an NG tube down his throat. He is miserable…but not mean to anyone. Nurses are angels…I swear I don’t know how they do it day in and day out. Nurses and teachers should be paid CEO salaries and management should be the ones working two jobs to make ends meet. I already knew this…having flown with RNs and RTs for over 25 years…but seeing them take care of my pop really drives it home.
I suspect he will need to go to rehab between here and home…it will be a process for sure. I wish they didn’t live six hours away… So I’m sure I’ll be commuting back and forth over the next few months.
Reading about that pains me. He gave his best years to fight in a war no one wanted and is still suffering some of the toughest medical situations imaginable because of it.
And despite it all, still staying kind.
I have deep respect for your dad: I don’t think I could be like him in that situation. He inspires me to try to be better.