Not just any port in a storm
I spent yesterday back in the company of the wonderful staff at Manly hospital. I’m not being sarcastic either. They’re truly amazing people. From the admissions staff to the nurses to the surgeons…. everyone cares. The Australian media has really got it wrong with all their hospital bashing. And the best part? It’s all free. Medicare is taking care of everything. What kind of incredible country do I live in where all my medical costs are covered by the government?! One of the drugs required for chemotherapy is $5,000 a month by itself! So if you have an inkling that Australia is not the lucky country anymore, let me tell you now, you couldn’t be more off the mark. Anyone who lives here is truly blessed.
It was a good day to be inside as it was gray and overcast outside… so off we went to get the Port Catheter installed. I headed up with Rach at 11am, got prepped and then just waited. Rach headed off to do some stuff and the nurses told her they would call when I was ready for pick up. Again, in with the cannula, on with the oxygen mask and a guy came and drew an arrow on my chest…. kind of like a “this is where you cut him open” marker, no kidding. Thankfully everyone in the operating room can read map directions ‘cos when I woke up I was sore in the right place.
They really hammered me with the anesthetic. I’ve never been so groggy coming out of an operation before. I was aware that my speech was quite impaired, at least half the speed I usually talk… and my mouth was very dry. It’s quite a trip when you’re trying your hardest to open your eyes and they just won’t respond. By the time I finally opened up it was close to 7pm. My mum was home watching the boys and so Rachel arrived not long after and I was discharged. When we got home Cody was very happy to see me but he had been told Daddy was very sore on his shoulder and to be gentle with him, not to hurt him. Bless his little heart, when I asked him for a cuddle he started forward but then obviously remembered what he’d been told and pulled back. “Nooooo” he said. “I don’t hurt me on my shoulder. You got sore shoulder Dad”. Cody gets his you/me muddled up sometimes but I knew what he meant. I showed him the “hospital stickers”, which is what he calls the bandages etc. He looked at them and said “I like your cool stickers, Dad!”
It’s nice to know that in the middle of all of this there are people that love me… just because. I can’t imagine what it must be like to get this kind of news and have no one to lean on.
I walk around my house and see all of the boys toys, scattered all over the floor, and think to myself… how beautiful.
I see one of Rachel’s “Understanding Chemotherapy” books left on the bed and know the woman I married is educating herself so she can fight beside me.
When Rachel and I were married I promised her in my vows that I would fight for her. I never imagined it would be this kind of fight…. but I will not let her down. I will fight this cancer with every ounce of strength I have… and when I have none left and can walk no further…. I will rest and let my God carry me.
“those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.”