The Saga Continues… (Rehab)
(This post first appeared on my Baby Boomers US blog.)
Sorry that updates are so sporatic, the downs seem to be way outweighing the ups at this point. I have been procrastinating writing about these next parts because it is painful to even think about.
Anyway, the rehab in the hospital was not as bad as it sounds. After being transferred to Delwaware County Memorial Hospital Rehabilitation wing, I spent 10 days going through relearning how to do everyday things like getting out of bed, washing myself, going to the bathroom etc. – all of which we take for granted with two legs but takes a lot of effort trying to balance on one leg using crutches and anything else you can lean on.
Once they deceided I was compitent enough to get around and with Karen’s help, take on everyday living they released me.
Really, Karen did most of the taking care of me. She washed and bandaged the wound, cooked all my meals and even walked behind me while going up the stairs. She helped me do just about every thing else that I was trying to adjust to doing myself. Things kept on like that for the next couple of weeks and improved almost daily. We concentrated so much on getting me back to normal we (I) almost forgot about Karen’s hernia. She couldn’t and didn’t forget about the pain in her abdomen, so I started doing more for myself and even started to push Karen to Stop doing so much for me and take care of herself.
At this point it was mid-November, her pain increased so much that we deceided to call an ambulance for Karen to go to the emergency room and finally take care of the hernia once and for all. We got her to Delaware County Memorial Hospital to have her looked at and treated. We knew that she would need an operation but were not ready for what they told us was the real problem. Yes, she did have a hernia, but they also found a growth in her uteris. They then transferred her to the University of Pennsylvania Hospital to deal with the cancerous growth and get her back on her feet as soon as she was well enough.
I will try to finish this really sad part next week, so be sure to come back then for Karen’s story. I can guarantee that it will be the hardest, most difficult thing I have ever had to write in my life.