Our Eddie

I missed posting yesterday since there was so much going on. When I went to his room, the bed was gone and the nurse told me they moved him. She wasn’t sure what the reason was, because she wasn’t there. When I asked what floor, she told me H which is ICU. My heart skipped a beat and even though I couldn’t get there fast enough, I was afraid to walk in his room. He looked good and was resting while the nurse told me he was in excruciating pain that night.

He is not a complainer, and I even told them that when he was on the G floor and saying his stomach hurt. For all the days he was there, they were always very attentive to him. He had to move his bowels and he told me the young aide helping him was not nice, and actually mean to him. She shoved the bed pan under him while he was flat on his back and walked away. I’m sure it felt like an eternity until she came back, but he was trying to move because the pan was digging into his back. With all the stress going on, he started having chest pains and that’s when they sent him to ICU. A doctor talked about what happened and I expressed my anger at how he was treated, not only with his pain, but with the young aide. She said they did an angiogram and could tell the bleeding was coming from his back and pooling in his stomach. I could feel my anger button exploding and said I felt they ignored his pain. They couldn’t do surgery because his blood level was not thick enough to survive a surgery.

They were keeping him comfortable and with stable vitals, but I still wanted to stay in the room with him that night. At first, they were against it, but later they said it would be ok. I didn’t want to leave him alone.

Today, they talked about moving him from ICU since his vital signs were stable. They wanted to move him back to the G floor and I said I wasn’t comfortable with him going there. We asked to talk to hospice so we could decide what we wanted to do. They were two of the nicest ladies and completely understood my anger and my reason for not wanting him to move to G. They also feel it best to have him on the hospice floor (which they now call Comfort Care floor) and she would try to get him there that day, which they did. I’m eternally grateful to them for pulling some strings to keep him from going back to G. I’m sure with Kim being a volunteer with hospice there, may have helped in getting this moved forward quickly. He isn’t aware he’s in hospice and I still feel there is a chance he will bounce back.

The problem now is they have to keep the blood thick so he doesn’t bleed, but in doing that, they run the risk of a clot forming around his valve.

We know everyone is as concerned as we are, but we have to leave this in bigger hands than we have. Prayers help, but I know it’s hard to know what to pray for.

My love to Tim and Kim who have held me up and together.