Wednesday, October 11
Moving right alongThe surgery. She is done. [/bad Russian accent]
So far, so good. Things went well, no excessive bleeding, etc.
Preliminary assessment is that things feel pretty good back there, he's tried out the ol' legs already. Yes, in an effort to age me approximately 10 years, he insisted upon get up to the bathroom not long after he got back from recovery. No bedside commode or urinal for him, bathroom only.
I didn't witness the walking, I vacated the premises. Sure, they probably could have used my help getting him out of bed, but, hey, there's just some things and hospital gowns you just don't need to see when it involves your father.
As always, thank you for your kind words and prayers.
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Glad to hear that all went well. Hopefully his recovery will be swift and unpainful, and that he feels better when its all over. (this isn't coming out as eloquently as I'd like... )
Best,
Erin
Good to hear. Especially the part about you leaving the room for the peeing.
Glad things went well! And also glad you didn't have to see anything you shouldn't have. Thats something its even worth hiring someone for.
Good to hear your dad is recovering well.
Great to hear he's doing well! As important as his physical health is the frame of mind that powers it all forward. Think good thoughts...I am.
I can't help but selfishly feel really guilty about choosing not to fly back East to New Hampshire for my father's removal of his prostate due to cancer. Man, you are strong. Stronger than me. I'm happy to hear surgery went well. Appreciated the Russian accent. I'm a big fan of silly accents. They make everything fun and keep my kids warped like me.
Glad the surgery looks like it was a success. Please keep us updated on his progress!
Glad he is doing well! Up and walking already is a very good sign. :)
Yeah, there are just some things that a daughter shouldn't have to see and one of them is her dad in a hospital gown with his birthday suit flapping (literally) in the wind.
I have told both my parents that I no longer want to hear about gross crap like mole removals, hemorroids getting tied off, prostate problems, their "problems" in bed, constipation, loose bowel movements, bunyons, warts or even callouses. It is too much for a girl!
Glad to hear he is doing so well. Walking so soon after surgery is an excellent sign and I am positive his nurses were pleased. Gone are the days of languishing in bed after a surgery, unless it's impossible to walk. They want you up and walking as soon as possible. I will pray for his continued recovery.
Wonderful News!!
Good news. And I hope the news just keeps getting better!
I'm so glad things appear to have gone well. I really hope he gets relief.
I'm right there with you about the hospital gown. When my dad became incontinent, I refused to be the one to change him - leaving that to the attendents in the facility. But my daughter took the bull by the horns. I couldn't quite understand that! Too much for me.
I hope everything goes amazingly well. I'm tucking this information into my brain to bring up when I see my Mother next. I think she has given up hope at getting her back 'working' again. She just pops the pain pills (which don't help much).
I figured I could at least mention it to her and have her bring it up with her doctor. So... keep us up to date!
Your dad sounds very strong. When my mother had catheter problems after her recent knee replacements, I knew we had reached a new place in our life journey.
Glad to hear the surgery went well and that he was up and walking so soon. My dad had prostate surgery a few years ago and let's just say those hospital gowns do not provide much coverage.
oh good, I'm glad it is over with!! how is he today?
I hope he has a speedy recovery! You all have been through enough already.
Oh, and about what you didn't see.....I will forever have an image burned into my brain that I'd rather not have as a result of my father's hospitalization.