A Prayer For Lady Margi

:cornut: UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Margi still doing well on Chemo. Her Complete Blood (cell) Count remains in the normal range. 3 more Chemo treatments(@ 1/wk) and then repeat CT with contrast to check tumor size and metastases'. Thank y'all very much. Margi is very touched that all of y'all care so much.

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