If you have ever been in my passenger seat, you were probably treated to an adventure. Not just because you undoubtedly heard the crunch of stale Fruit Loops beneath you. Not just because I have been stopped by the police for random things such as failure to follow 5.5 car lengths behind the driver in front of me. And not just because I once ended up driving down a section of the Coralville Strip on the sidewalk for a considerable amount of time because I thought that the bus drop-off was a place in which to turn into a fine dining establishment- otherwise known as Hardees. It is because I always, always get lost. It doesnt matter if I am driving to New York, Des Moines, or Gabes Little League game in our own town. I even had trouble exiting the parking lot at TJ Maxx, Given this trait, is it any great surprise that I am in desperate need of a GPS for this wagon ride on which Rich and I find ourselves? How nice it would be to have a clear representation of the road ahead. A chance to see the curves, the twists and turns, and the most efficient path to follow. An opportunity to know when we could stop and refuel, plan for when we might have a delay, and count down the minutes until an estimated time of healths arrival. Last week, if we had a medical GPS, it might have uttered the dreaded, Recalculating. Pain set in for Rich on Monday afternoon, and the appropriate correspondence took place. Another CT was set up, and there was a brief return to the UIHC. Arms were poked, dye was injected, pictures were taken, drainage was examined, and conversations were had. An infection was detected, but they still werent sure about its cause. New medicines were distributed, information was gathered, and the two peri-pancreatic fluid collections were measured.Did they continue shrinking? Yes! But were they alone? No. The CT showed the appearance of ... you guessed it, a new pseudocyst in the wagon. It is apparently coming along for the ride, but it really must behave. Our incredible surgeon thinks it will just sit there, mind its manners, and then disappear, so thats the image we are projecting on the screen for now. Rich will continue battling the pancreas in the midst of tubes, tapes, trials, and time, and I will continue admiring him for it. So, do I really need a global positioning system to tell me what is coming next on this wagon ride? No. I already know. You. You will be there. With your hands, your hearts, your goodness, and your graciousness, you will all be in our path. And with that kind of power, not even I could get lost.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 04:19:34 +0000
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