Home Again Home Again Jiggety Jig

I am returned!

The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home.
Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a
wheelchair and rolled out the door.

My stay was full of trials and travails.
At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last
Saturday. Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. I wound up
wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting
woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. The
next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. If this keeps
up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as
blood donors.
When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they
decided to feed me. Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed
while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was
sloppy stuff. Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. That little
bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even
water. I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but
apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident
who put it in. Apparently when everything was all squished up because of
the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was
aggravated when everything unsquished. So I had 24 hours of absolutely
nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. FYI, jello
is a clear fluid. I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New
Years! When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I
was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. When the soft foods stayed down
they decided I could probably go home.
Of course that night my incision started bleeding.
Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily
about it, they decided to send me home anyway.
I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy
when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents
that answer to him puttering over me.
Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case.
They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your
"normal" variety. They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor,
and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and
what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next
visit at their clinic.

Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts
together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park.
The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with
his wife. He made sure I got one on my way out.
The shop is www.embraceableewe.com
I'm going to check them out here shortly.

This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff!
I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting
limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. The
only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*

Ash just got home.
He is apparently very pleased to see me home!
I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a
giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.

NightMist

--
I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. What's your superpower?

I'm so glad to hear you're home and in good spirits. It doesn't sound
like it was an easy haul by any means, but you'll probably do much
better now that you're back with family!

Take care of yourself, and let everyone spoil you rotten!

Louise in Iowa
http://community.webshots.com/user/LouiseinIowa
nieland1390@mchsidotcom

On 10/12/2011 2:16 PM, NightMist wrote:

I am returned!

The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home.
Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a
wheelchair and rolled out the door.

My stay was full of trials and travails.
At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last
Saturday. Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. I wound up
wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting
woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. The
next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. If this keeps
up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as
blood donors.
When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they
decided to feed me. Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed
while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was
sloppy stuff. Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. That little
bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even
water. I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but
apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident
who put it in. Apparently when everything was all squished up because of
the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was
aggravated when everything unsquished. So I had 24 hours of absolutely
nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. FYI, jello
is a clear fluid. I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New
Years! When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I
was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. When the soft foods stayed down
they decided I could probably go home.
Of course that night my incision started bleeding.
Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily
about it, they decided to send me home anyway.
I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy
when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents
that answer to him puttering over me.
Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case.
They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your
"normal" variety. They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor,
and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and
what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next
visit at their clinic.

Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts
together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park.
The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with
his wife. He made sure I got one on my way out.
The shop is www.embraceableewe.com
I'm going to check them out here shortly.

This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff!
I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting
limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. The
only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*

Ash just got home.
He is apparently very pleased to see me home!
I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a
giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.

NightMist

Wonderful, wonderful! Been wondering about you a lot the last few
days, and praying every time. So glad to hear you are okay! Whew,
you've been through a lot. Now just take it easy and have fun with
your knitting and your dear Ash. : )


Karen, Queen of Squishies

Ah, NightMist! So good to hear from you and that your spirits seem
good- we have been waiting to hear directly from you to reassure us
that you are indeed still your glorious and amazing self. I imagine
your family is most relieved as well to have you back home as are all
on rctq. Take good care of you and let them spoil you. Best wishes
for a speedy and complete recovery and for much good news from your
flock of docs as you continue this journey.

Leslie & The Furbabies in MO.

On Oct 12, 2:16*pm, NightMist wrote:
I am returned!

The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home.
Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a
wheelchair and rolled out the door.

My stay was full of trials and travails.
At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last
Saturday. *Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. *I wound up
wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting
woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. *Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. *The
next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. *If this keeps
up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as
blood donors.
When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they
decided to feed me. *Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed
while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was
sloppy stuff. *Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. *That little
bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even
water. *I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but
apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident
who put it in. *Apparently when everything was all squished up because of
the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was
aggravated when everything unsquished. *So I had 24 hours of absolutely
nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. *FYI, jello
is a clear fluid. *I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New
Years! *When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I
was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. *When the soft foods stayed down
they decided I could probably go home.
Of course that night my incision started bleeding.
Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily
about it, they decided to send me home anyway.
I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy
when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents
that answer to him puttering over me.
Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case.
They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your
"normal" variety. *They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor,
and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and
what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next
visit at their clinic.

Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts
together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park.
The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with
his wife. *He made sure I got one on my way out.
The shop iswww.embraceableewe.com
I'm going to check them out here shortly.

This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff!
I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting
limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. *The
only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*

Ash just got home.
He is apparently very pleased to see me home!
I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a
giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.

NightMist

--
I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. *What's your superpower?

Dear NM, I am so very glad they could operate and remove your ovarian
cancer! Just think! Thirty five years ago it might not could have been
done. My MIL was one of the unfortunate ones. I am SO VERY HAPPY for you!
Barbara in FL
"NightMist" I am returned!

So glad everything went well, and that you are home, safe.

Excitement over, (DV) and quiet time ahead. I'm sure a little hand-
stitching would be in order, maybe a little quilt as you go. But
plenty of rest and more of those clear fluids.

But I gather a G&T doesn't count as clear fluids...

Bother it!

Love and a gentle hug,
Nel
(Gadget Queen)

There's no place like home. I am so glad you are there and able to
get some rest and love from your family. You really have been
through the works. I hope the lab results are on your side and
good. Big healing hugs to you,
Taria

"NightMist" wrote in message
...


I am returned!

The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home.
Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a
wheelchair and rolled out the door.

My stay was full of trials and travails.
At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last
Saturday. Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. I wound up
wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting
woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. The
next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. If this keeps
up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as
blood donors.
When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they
decided to feed me. Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed
while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was
sloppy stuff. Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. That little
bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even
water. I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but
apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident
who put it in. Apparently when everything was all squished up because of
the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was
aggravated when everything unsquished. So I had 24 hours of absolutely
nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. FYI, jello
is a clear fluid. I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New
Years! When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I
was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. When the soft foods stayed down
they decided I could probably go home.
Of course that night my incision started bleeding.
Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily
about it, they decided to send me home anyway.
I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy
when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents
that answer to him puttering over me.
Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case.
They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your
"normal" variety. They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor,
and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and
what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next
visit at their clinic.

Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts
together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park.
The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with
his wife. He made sure I got one on my way out.
The shop is www.embraceableewe.com
I'm going to check them out here shortly.

This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff!
I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting
limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. The
only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*

Ash just got home.
He is apparently very pleased to see me home!
I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a
giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.

NightMist

--
I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. What's your superpower?

On Wed, 12 Oct 2011 19:16:41 +0000, NightMist
wrote:


I am returned!

The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home.
Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a
wheelchair and rolled out the door.

My stay was full of trials and travails.
At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last
Saturday. Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. I wound up
wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting
woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. The
next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. If this keeps
up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as
blood donors.
When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they
decided to feed me. Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed
while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was
sloppy stuff. Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. That little
bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even
water. I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but
apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident
who put it in. Apparently when everything was all squished up because of
the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was
aggravated when everything unsquished. So I had 24 hours of absolutely
nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. FYI, jello
is a clear fluid. I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New
Years! When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I
was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. When the soft foods stayed down
they decided I could probably go home.
Of course that night my incision started bleeding.
Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily
about it, they decided to send me home anyway.
I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy
when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents
that answer to him puttering over me.
Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case.
They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your
"normal" variety. They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor,
and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and
what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next
visit at their clinic.

Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts
together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park.
The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with
his wife. He made sure I got one on my way out.
The shop is www.embraceableewe.com
I'm going to check them out here shortly.

This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff!
I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting
limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. The
only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*

Ash just got home.
He is apparently very pleased to see me home!
I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a
giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.

NightMist

Oh my I am tired just reading about your ordeal! What an adventure -
the kind no one really wants to have.

So glad you are on the 'other side of it,' and home! Being home is
some of the best medicine there is. Prayers and hugs for continued
healing and strerngth.

-Irene

Oh! so glad you are home. No doubt everyone feels that same way
there

Your projects will still be there when you are able to do them, no
fear. Rest, rest up, heal.

sending gentle hugs and all good wishes for health,
Ginger in CA

On Oct 12, 12:16*pm, NightMist wrote:
I am returned!

The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home.
Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a
wheelchair and rolled out the door.

My stay was full of trials and travails.
At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last
Saturday. *Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. *I wound up
wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting
woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. *Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. *The
next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. *If this keeps
up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as
blood donors.
When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they
decided to feed me. *Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed
while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was
sloppy stuff. *Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. *That little
bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even
water. *I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but
apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident
who put it in. *Apparently when everything was all squished up because of
the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was
aggravated when everything unsquished. *So I had 24 hours of absolutely
nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. *FYI, jello
is a clear fluid. *I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New
Years! *When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I
was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. *When the soft foods stayed down
they decided I could probably go home.
Of course that night my incision started bleeding.
Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily
about it, they decided to send me home anyway.
I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy
when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents
that answer to him puttering over me.
Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case.
They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your
"normal" variety. *They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor,
and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and
what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next
visit at their clinic.

Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts
together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park.
The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with
his wife. *He made sure I got one on my way out.
The shop iswww.embraceableewe.com
I'm going to check them out here shortly.

This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff!
I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting
limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. *The
only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*

Ash just got home.
He is apparently very pleased to see me home!
I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a
giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.

NightMist

--
I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. *What's your superpower?

So very glad to hear you are home.

TLC to be administered 24 hours without the 1/2 hourly checkups.

Healing thoughts and prayers still coming.

Di
Vic Aust
"NightMist" wrote in message
...

I am returned!

The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home.
Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a
wheelchair and rolled out the door.

My stay was full of trials and travails.
At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last
Saturday. Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. I wound up
wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting
woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. The
next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. If this keeps
up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as
blood donors.
When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they
decided to feed me. Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed
while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was
sloppy stuff. Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. That little
bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even
water. I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but
apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident
who put it in. Apparently when everything was all squished up because of
the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was
aggravated when everything unsquished. So I had 24 hours of absolutely
nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. FYI, jello
is a clear fluid. I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New
Years! When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I
was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. When the soft foods stayed down
they decided I could probably go home.
Of course that night my incision started bleeding.
Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily
about it, they decided to send me home anyway.
I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy
when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents
that answer to him puttering over me.
Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case.
They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your
"normal" variety. They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor,
and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and
what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next
visit at their clinic.

Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts
together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park.
The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with
his wife. He made sure I got one on my way out.
The shop is www.embraceableewe.com
I'm going to check them out here shortly.

This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff!
I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting
limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. The
only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*

Ash just got home.
He is apparently very pleased to see me home!
I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a
giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.

NightMist

--
I'm raising a developmentally disabled child. What's your superpower?