I almost did not go on the third trip with my daughter and son-in-law to
Rochester in November. The third one was going to be a simple surgery in the
three-step process – the “take down” to get rid of the stoma and bag and fully reconnect
her intestines. They were told they would probably only be there three to five days.
Vanita thought just she and Stan could handle it…but the closer to the
departure date, the more I felt as if I wanted to be with them on this final
step. A friend told us later that Stan
told him, “There’s no way we are getting away without her mother.” J Of course, he was right. What he may not have
known was that Vanita was thinking of him. “What if something happens to me and
he is all alone?” she asked me.
So, on November 17th we again headed north to Minnesota. The
most gorgeous rainbows we ever saw appeared in the skies. “It’s a sign!” Vanita
and I exclaimed as she snapped pictures. Photo of double rainbow taken by Vanita |
We
checked into our hotel and ate dinner at a restaurant called Canadian Honker,
recommended to Vanita by one of her students.
The next day we explored the town and ate lunch at our favorite Italian
restaurant in Rochester, Victoria’s. I chose the ravioli fungi – so decadent
and delicious. Since it was a Monday, Vanita and I both felt a little like we
were skipping school.
On November 18th
Vanita had tests done, and we met with her surgeon, Dr. Mathes. She explained
the process, and reviewed the dangers of the surgery, as required. I think she
could tell we were somewhat alarmed.
“But that’s probably not going to happen to you,” she said, patting
Vanita’s arm. “You are young and healthy. We just have to tell you about the
risks.”
With an afternoon free, we decided to go on a road trip to Wisconsin. The views were gorgeous, with hills and valleys
dotted with farms. We went to Wabasha,
where Grumpier Old Men was filmed.
We could see for miles! |
We
discovered we were close to Pepin, the birthplace of Laura Ingalls Wilder, so Stan cheerfully drove on.
Ralph and Mary's with the lake in the background. (Vanita's photo) |
We saw the sparkling blue waters of Pepin Lake and ate at a small bar and grill called Ralph and Mary’s. Ralph told us which direction to go to see the historic landmark. I could barely contain my excitement as we drove on curvy
roads through tree-covered hills. I could not believe I was actually going to
see where an author whose works I have read many times was born. There it was, on the right side of the road,
a tiny log cabin with a sign in front proclaiming it as the spot where the Little House series began. It was so
tiny! One room served as living room and kitchen, another was the bedroom and
there was a loft over the bedroom. When I think of the excess that has become
what people think of as “necessity”, I could hardly believe a whole family
lived in such close quarters.
Vanita's photo of me in front of a replica of the cabin in which Laura was born. |
The next day, November 20th, was surgery day. Vanita had to
be at the hospital at 8:45. We did not see her again until 5:00 that evening. The surgery went as expected. When the doctors
made their rounds and checked the incision in her side, Stan and I admired the
slim little line that replaced the stoma.
She slept for a little while, but was not able to sleep much that night.
The following day, the 21st,, she ate breakfast and lunch, and
she felt good, not too sore. At 11:05 p.m.
I wrote in my little book that Vanita experienced nausea and vomiting,
and had incision pain. They finally found a nausea medicine that worked at 2:35
a.m. (the 22nd). She was able to sleep until 6. This was the third day. It was the day they had said we might even be
able to go home, but Vanita still was sick and ate very little. She became
extremely sick and vomited. They had to put an NG tube in her nose, through her
esophagus to her stomach. This tube was attached to a pump. It was relief at a cost – it was uncomfortable,
and she was not able to eat or drink anything while it was in place. When she
needed to go to the bathroom, it was a rush to unhook the “suction” machine and
wheel her IV bag with her. Stan stayed the night, and I went back to the hotel
to rest. The next morning was Sunday, and the hotel shuttle did not run. The hospital was only a few miles from the hotel, and I considered walking. “How cold is it today?” I asked the desk clerk.
“It’s 11,” she replied in her Minnesota accent, “feels like 13, though.” She beamed, as if that was a heat wave. I asked if she could call a cab for me, which she cheerfully did. Arriving at the hospital, I found Vanita was still sick.
“They said it would be a piece of cake. Where is our piece of cake?” I asked.
Vanita showed her sense of humor by quipping, “They didn’t say we could have our cake and eat it, too!” I quit writing in my journal on this day. We did not go home on the third day or the fifth day. The days and nights are kind of a blur now. There were days of blood work, scans and talk of possible blockage and another surgery. I remember standing outside the door to her room, breathing deeply. The physician’s assistant looked at me curiously as she walked by.
I said, “I’m putting on my game face.” She nodded, and I saw the compassion in her eyes. Following the difficult days were dark nights of sleeplessness, no way for her to find a comfortable spot in the bed, and a particularly stressful night of an extremely rapid heart rate which set off the alarm every few minutes. I lay on the chair which folded out into a “bed” and just watched the heart monitor. It was that night we both thought she might not actually survive, but we did not admit it to each other until long after our return home.
On November 27th, my Facebook status said, “I am still in Rochester, MN with Vanita and Stan. I told Vanita she is on the right track, we just hit some speed bumps along the way. They even told her she "turned the corner" last night. Please pray that she is able to get the stomach tube removed in the morning. It makes her throat so sore.”
Vanita with the nasogastric intubation tube and various monitors. |
Saturday, November 30 – After 13 days in Rochester, 11 of which Vanita spent in the hospital, we were finally able to come home. Maybe those rainbows we saw on the way up were a sign. We would pass through a storm, but there would be a positive outcome. Today, Vanita is healthy and as gloriously beautiful as those rainbows. We are thankful for our blessings.
Vanita and Stan almost eight months after surgery. |