After four nights in a hospital, tonight my mom is sleeping in her own bed. Today was a pretty challenging day for both of us, and I’m glad it’s over.
They had intended to discharge her yesterday, but the radiology department got backed up with emergencies and couldn’t do the thoracentesis of the left lung until this morning. They got her in first thing (about 8:15), and I was anticipating another quick and easy procedure… but this one was tough. She flinched multiple times while the doctor was injecting the anesthetic, and while the fluid was draining she had a hard time staying still, saying that she hurt and couldn’t breathe. By the time the nurse removed the tube and bandaged the injection site, Mom was clutching her side (just under her left breast) and almost gasping with pain, saying “It hurts!” with wide, scared eyes. I was scared, too, especially when she told us that the pain was going all the way down her side and up to her shoulder. I was afraid she was having a heart attack and couldn’t understand why the chatty ultrasound tech wasn’t more concerned.
They had ordered a “stat” chest x-ray following the procedure, and the x-ray technician was waiting outside her room when we got back. I told the nurse about her pain and he listened to her heart to confirm it wasn’t “a cardiac event” before they proceeded with the x-ray. She kept telling us over and over how much it hurt, which is so not like her. Mom has never been a complainer. It wasn’t until the nurse said gently “It hurts because you just had a procedure. They stuck a big needle in you. Do you remember?” — and she said “No” — that I realized she was scared because she didn’t understand WHY she was in pain. Once the x-ray was completed and all looked good, the nurse brought her pain medication and an ice pack.
I’m happy to report that the intense pain subsided very quickly after that. More good news: Her oxygen saturation quickly got up to 100% on only 2 liters of supplemental oxygen (she was on 4 liters yesterday and still only getting to about 94% at best).
They cleared her for discharge at noon, and I got my second scare of the day shortly after the nurse removed her IV port. I was packing up her things and Mom said from behind me, “What’s this?” I turned around and there was a spreading red stain on the sleeve and lap of her robe. Thankfully the friend who had come to help me out today has had CPR training and volunteers in a hospital ER, so while I stabbed at the call button she calmly slipped a glove on her hand and applied pressure to stop the bleeding. By the time the nurse responded to the call, it had stopped.
Which brings me to the title of this post. I am so fortunate to have a support system here. My wonderful niece, Sarah, came three days in a row to sit with her grandma for a few hours — bringing along her books so she could study for midterms in the hospital room — so that I could go home and get some rest or get some things done. Rora, who came today and helped me manage the discharge, is going to help Sarah get Mom to her three follow-up doctor’s appointments next week while I’m out of town. The owner of the board and care visited with her husband on Saturday and brought some things Mom needed from home, saving me a trip to pick them up. And then there are all the family members and friends who checked on us, prayed for us, offered support in so many ways. I love my “village” and I don’t know how I’d have gotten through the last five days without them. Thank you all.