Home Again Home Again Jiggety Jig

I am returned!
The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home.
Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a
wheelchair and rolled out the door.
My stay was full of trials and travails.
At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last
Saturday. Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. I wound up
wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting
woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. Apparently
70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. The
next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. If this keeps
up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as
blood donors.
When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they
decided to feed me. Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed
while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was
sloppy stuff. Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. That little
bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even
water. I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but
apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident
who put it in. Apparently when everything was all squished up because of
the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was
aggravated when everything unsquished. So I had 24 hours of absolutely
nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. FYI, jello
is a clear fluid. I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New
Years! When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I
was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. When the soft foods stayed down
they decided I could probably go home.
Of course that night my incision started bleeding.
Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily
about it, they decided to send me home anyway.
I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy
when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents
that answer to him puttering over me.
Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case.
They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your
"normal" variety. They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor,
and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and
what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next
visit at their clinic.
Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts
together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park.
The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with
his wife. He made sure I got one on my way out.
The shop is
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I'm going to check them out here shortly.
This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff!
I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting
limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. The
only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better.
*pout*
Ash just got home.
He is apparently very pleased to see me home!
I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a
giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.
NightMist
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NightMist
I'm so glad to hear you're home and in good spirits. It doesn't sound like it was an easy haul by any means, but you'll probably do much better now that you're back with family!
Take care of yourself, and let everyone spoil you rotten!
Louise in Iowa
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Louise in Iowa
Wonderful, wonderful! Been wondering about you a lot the last few days, and praying every time. So glad to hear you are okay! Whew, you've been through a lot. Now just take it easy and have fun with your knitting and your dear Ash. : )
Karen, Queen of Squishies
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Karen, Queen of Squishies
Ah, NightMist! So good to hear from you and that your spirits seem good- we have been waiting to hear directly from you to reassure us that you are indeed still your glorious and amazing self. I imagine your family is most relieved as well to have you back home as are all on rctq. Take good care of you and let them spoil you. Best wishes for a speedy and complete recovery and for much good news from your flock of docs as you continue this journey.
Leslie & The Furbabies in MO.
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Leslie & The Furbabies in MO.
Dear NM, I am so very glad they could operate and remove your ovarian cancer! Just think! Thirty five years ago it might not could have been done. My MIL was one of the unfortunate ones. I am SO VERY HAPPY for you! Barbara in FL "NightMist" > I am returned!
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Bobbie Sews More
So glad everything went well, and that you are home, safe.
Excitement over, (DV) and quiet time ahead. I'm sure a little hand- stitching would be in order, maybe a little quilt as you go. But plenty of rest and more of those clear fluids.
But I gather a G&T doesn't count as clear fluids...
Bother it!
Love and a gentle hug, Nel (Gadget Queen)
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Sartorresartus
There's no place like home. I am so glad you are there and able to get some rest and love from your family. You really have been through the works. I hope the lab results are on your side and good. Big healing hugs to you, Taria
I am returned!
The hospital finally let me out and I bolted for home. Well, close anyway. They said I could leave and I kind of gimped into a wheelchair and rolled out the door.
My stay was full of trials and travails. At first they said I was doing great and could probably go home last Saturday. Then they started fussing about my blood pressure. I wound up wearing one of those detachable cuffs like it was jewelry and getting woke up every half an hour so they could measure my pressure. Apparently 70/30 is low enough to send medical people into a bit of a panic. The next time I woke up they were giving me blood yet again. If this keeps up I am going to have to get me a half dozen cabana boys just to act as blood donors. When they finally got enough blood into me that I had blood pressure they decided to feed me. Yay! Between pre-surgical stuff and not getting fed while they fussed I was more than ready for some food, even if it was sloppy stuff. Alas, my tummy was of a different opinion. That little bout of excitement earned me a nose hose and an entire day without even water. I tried to be good about having the nose hose installed, but apologized just in case I actually did bite the pretty little resident who put it in. Apparently when everything was all squished up because of the growth, my upper gastrointestinal tract took some damage which was aggravated when everything unsquished. So I had 24 hours of absolutely nothing in my tummy, followed by another 24 of clear fluids. FYI, jello is a clear fluid. I do not want to see another bowl of jello before New Years! When the clear fluids stayed down, the nose hose came out and I was allowed to eat sloppy stuff again. When the soft foods stayed down they decided I could probably go home. Of course that night my incision started bleeding. Fortunately it is just a wee spot, and though they pondered mightily about it, they decided to send me home anyway. I have been saying they a lot because while the one doctor is The Guy when it comes to all decisions, I also had a whole gaggle of residents that answer to him puttering over me. Apparently I am an interesting and unusual case. They are pretty sure that it is ovarian cancer, but it is not your "normal" variety. They are still waiting on lab results on the tumor, and I imagine that I will learn more about what exactly is going on and what kind of follow-up treatment I will be looking at when I have my next visit at their clinic.
Apparently one of the local yarn shops has a knitting club that puts together knit squares into lap afghans for patients at Roswell Park. The fellow who wheeled me out coordinates and promotes the effort with his wife. He made sure I got one on my way out. The shop is
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I'm going to check them out here shortly.
This has put me a week behind on my Christmas stuff! I shall be able to manage my knitting, but with a ten pound lifting limitation quilting is going to be out of the question for a while. The only quilts I have left to do before Christmas are queen size or better. *pout*
Ash just got home. He is apparently very pleased to see me home! I have gotten many hugs, nose to nose rubs, he took a minute to do a giggling little happy dance, and then more hugs and nose rubs.
NightMist
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Taria
On Wed, 12 Oct 2011 19:16:41 +0000, NightMist wrote:
Oh my I am tired just reading about your ordeal! What an adventure - the kind no one really wants to have.
So glad you are on the 'other side of it,' and home! Being home is some of the best medicine there is. Prayers and hugs for continued healing and strerngth.
-Irene
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IMS
Oh! so glad you are home. No doubt everyone feels that same way there ;)
Your projects will still be there when you are able to do them, no fear. Rest, rest up, heal.
sending gentle hugs and all good wishes for health, Ginger in CA
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Ginger in CA
So very glad to hear you are home.
TLC to be administered 24 hours without the 1/2 hourly checkups.
Healing thoughts and prayers still coming.
Di Vic Aust
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Di Maloney
Whew! (big sigh of relief) You certainly have an interesting life. So glad they let you out -hospitals are necessary sometimes, for sure, but they do make you sick. Please remember that the 10-pound lifting thing probably includes lifting *yourself*, i.e. things like bending over. Let your family do for you! It will make them feel better! Roberta in D
On Wed, 12 Oct 2011 19:16:41 +0000, NightMist wrote:
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Roberta
Damned bad health! That said, I'm so glad you're past the surgery and in th= e recovery stage. I ditto everything Polly said, and most everybody else to= o. I've been worried about you. You are an important part of the 'family' a= nd I'm happy to see you back to your old form. Grumpy? Bah ... that's just = over-sensitivity on the part of others. But do let them do for you. Who kno= ws, maybe they will forget that they're ever supposed to do otherwise. Hous= ework is so much easier when somebody else does it.
I also do those simple jigsaw puzzles online when my brain is frizzled out = and my body can't handle much else. Or just rest. Look at all the pretty ne= w fabric out for fall. Some of it is amazing.
Hugs to you and your household. I'm keeping you close to my heart, dear gir= l.
Sunny
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Sunny
Welcome home!! As a quiet reader here, I did find your saga gripping. You really ought to take up blogging as a permanent gig because you have a way with words. I feel like the stereotypical theatre critic, "I laughed, I cried!". Glad to hear you are making progress and will be back to crafting quickly! Moni in Illinois
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Ramona Walker
Nightmist is home...Nightmist is home (singing quietly)
Body needs SLEEP as that's when the most healing takes place. If you're tired and can't sleep, just simply rest. Better days are coming.
IF you 'behave' you might get a reprieve like I just did. At my last Dr visit: "Stay off the foot with the exception of heel use for balance when absolutely necessary". I did it and because of it...I got the cast OFF one week early. YAY! Das Boot is back with strings attached.....I still have to stay OFF the (R)foot for the full week...and then I can start with bits of whole sole pressure. I go back in 3 weeks..hopefully, he'll let me start taking a few steps then. DD decorated it with butterflies...their wings are suppose to help me carry it
So if *I* can do it...you can, too.
Don't tell me I have had lots of practice...it's still HARD to stay quiet, maybe harder, as this has been going on for months. When it's over I shall be able to walk normally :)
Butterfly ( now go take a rest--I 'll join you in a min or so)
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Butterfly-Wings

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