In the end, there were many ways in which the private room helped. First, the matter of bowel movements. “Have you had a bowel movement?” Each time a nurse asked, a question arose in my mind. With a tube in place, is it even possible? Perhaps it was also because
Experience I must have slept for two or three hours. But in the HCU after the surgery,I spent far more time looking at the clock. Pressing the button would deliver fentanyl for the pain. By morning,I was told I would be moved to a regular room. A young nurse wiped
“Are you feeling nervous?” A nurse speaks to me in front of the operating room. Maybe I was. Or maybe I wasn’t. Did I not seem that way,or did I? There was nothing left but to surrender. Once the anesthesia began to take effect, there was nothing I could do.
The doctor calls my name.He says there is something to discuss in the consultation room. “There is a possibility it is stage 4.” Based on the CT scan from the first day of hospitalization,the lymph nodes in my groin are swollen,and there is a high probability that this is a
First day of hospitalization.I feel fine. I’m scheduled for a CT scan, so I head to the hospital without breakfast. The sensation of the contrast agent entering my body—strange, and not exactly pleasant. Apparently, it puts some strain on the liver; last time, that was pointed out during a foot