Well my step-Dad was in the hospital a couple of weeks ago. He had to have a defibrulator put into his chest to help regulate the heart. Afterwards, he found out that he had to carry around a bag with an IV pump in it. The doctor says most likely he will have to carry it for the rest of his life.
He came home feeling really bummed out, and (you know men) very sorry for himself. I really can't blame him, because he is very out going, and this just adds to all of the other complications that he has had with the kidneys etc...
Tuesday night we were once again admitting him into the hospital. Thank God it was a direct admit, and we didn't have to wait for hours in the ER again. His feet were filling with fluid again, and as a result the heart doc felt that this could be the onset for heart failure again.
Yesterday... when visiting I came to find out that his room-mate was an amputee (sp?). 4 times this poor guy had to endure amputations, and he was in such pain. His wife was just the love of his life (you could tell). I had a nice conversation with her, and she told me how this will not effect her husband's mobility in any way. Before this last operation he took a special bus to wherever he needed to go. Dialysis 3 times a week, by himself. He would make sure he visited friends, and joined in with his Mooseclub activities as always. Well ... I wasted no time at all to whisper this to Dad who immediately perked up, and started feeling a little more lucky about life. So he has to carry a bag around. I'm sure we could get him an insulated fanny pack somwhere. Now I just wish he would ease up on my Mom a bit. She is really depressed, and being kinder and more patient than I've ever seen.
*This just in*~~ Just got a phone call from Mom while I was on the computer, that Dad may be coming home tomorrow. Now I just have to keep reminding him how lucky he is!