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:cornut: It is so much easier(not easy but easier) with yawl's prayers, good vibes, encouragement, and just the right sprinkling of humor. I almost said that if y'all only knew how much y'all are truly helping Margi and me; but of course, y'all already know and that's why y'all continue the encouragement.

Jason

 

Thanks DaveO. To the others- DaveO and I have equally sick minds and as such, he is able to say humorous things that make me laugh but that others perhaps would think callous or offensive. Nope. Just DaveO and Jason's odd ball/gallows sense of humor.

Jason

 

I go by the cemetery a lot these days to talk with Margi. I don't sleep nights or days. This will take a while to get through. There are some who send little PMs that are greatly appreciated. Y'all are great!

Jason

 

UPDATE! Wed week we(Margi and I) go to see the Super Sub Specialist Surgeon( he only does surgery on the Esophagus/Stomach/Pancreas/Duodenum) in Dallas at Presbyterian Hospital. This 'Hurry Up and Wait' is most exasperating. Time to double up on the Paxil as the war time PTSD violence dreams are returning. Thank the Lord that I don't drink, that worsens the PTSD dreams/stress considerably. Margi's holding up well considering..............................

Jason

 

:cornut: UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Y'all are so upbeat that I think that we could all use a little humor here. (true on going story and the person in question is healing well and we all get along pretty well. If you've ever seen the movie 'The Man Who Came To Dinner', then you already know the basic story.). ~6 Wks ago as Margi's diagnosis was made, her brother Johnny came down from Oklahoma to visit as a good brother should do. In the middle of the night he was awakened by a painful cramp in his foot. Not using the best of judgment for a 70yo, he immediately jumps out of bed to a complete standing position. WRONG, gravity reacts much more quickly to pull all of the blood to the lower half of a 70yo than would be the case for a 20yo. Result, immediate syncope(fainting episode). On the way to the floor, he falls into a large picture frame on the wall which of course, has a glass cover. The floor stops the feet's fall but the trunk(chest and abdomen) continues downward bending the knees. A large heavy piece of glass meets the right knee on the way down doing a neat job of completely severing the patellar tendon from the patella(knee cap). With the quad muscles now completely separated from the knee cap, he cannot rise or walk. He calls to his mother(my mother-in-law) to help him and they get to the powder room and he's sitting on the commode. Mom starts putting tiny 2x2 gauzes on the wound which is completely insufficient to the task. So mom silently rushes into Margi and Jason's bedroom, leans over the peacefully slumbering Jason and screams at the top of her lungs," Jason, help me!" The PTSD kicks in and Jason is reaching for a pistol, then comes to his senses and asks," what's wrong?" Being informed of the situation now Jason rises to sitting for a moment, then dangle feet off of bed for a moment and, then slowly rises to standing( averting syncope as Jason is a 61yo). Jason rushes to the bathroom and sees Johnny holding a 6in mound of 2x2's just proximal to his right knee and 3x3ft puddle of good healthy, necessary to life, blood under the right knee on the floor. Jason, using his best professional thought process skills determines that, he should probably look at the wound. Peeling the large skin flap back, he sees that completely exposed femur(leg) bone is staring him in the face, severed quad muscle has retracted up the thigh and the northern portion of the patella is exposed. Jason's diagnostic skills determine that we just bought ourselves a trip to the surgical suite at our local hospital. Mom brings Jason the requested towel for a pressure dressing and off we fly at warp speed to the local ER/Hospital in MINI Margi of course. 3 days later he comes home from the hospital and has been here ever since but, since mom waits on him hand and foot, it's okay. The doctor says that he'll be able to drive and go home (praise the Lord) in 4 more weeks thereby dropping the grocery bill by a considerable amount. He's doing very well recovery wise, with no complications. Life goes on. I hope that y'all are laughing, it really is a funny story.

Jason

 

:cornut: No, mom got the blood up prior to my return from the ER. She had learned from 'Cold Case Files' that chlorine bleach and water can well destroy blood evidence.

Jason

 

:sad: UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!! Over the holidays the children and grand children have all visited to pay their respects and say their goodbyes. Margi distributed to them her most cherished possessions that she wanted them to have(collector dolls, Wedge Wood Jasper Ware, Royal Doulton figurines, China, jewelry, and the hardest for me, her Mink coat that I brought her from Pakistan. Margi laughingly saying that no future girlfriend of mine will ever wear her Mink Coat) . Most everyone has dealt with it well as Margi stays so strong around others and of course the younger grand children don't really understand. Margi is one of the strongest people that I've ever known along with my Mother who was blasted out of two houses during the 'London Blitz' in WWII. For the time being, life goes on. :sad:

Jason