This week on Sunday Sharing I thought I would feature a way for us to help others and yet have some fun too. It is simple...click HERE and take a quiz and for each question you get right 10 grains of rice will be donated to the United Nation World Food Program.
The game tests your vocabulary (no worries...if you get the word wrong...it tells you the right answer and you will get the word again)...but what is nice to know is that for every click you get right you are helping feed someone.
I helped feed someone today as I was sipping my "Liquid Gold"....have you? It is super easy!
I arrived last night with lots of questions as to how exactly Emerson’s central line “fell out”. I’ve been at this a long time now & I can confidently tell you that just doesn’t happen (especially when it’s stitched to your skin). I was told no one knows for sure but it appears that a volunteer may have accidently pulled it out when putting her back in the crib. Okay… I can accept that. Accidents happen. I’m not thrilled about it, but am happy for an explanation that makes sense.
To be honest, I showed up last night with a bit of an attitude. I was not happy about what was transpiring & there was no one to talk to. I cleared out Eme’s hospital room with the plan to get out of here AQAP this morning. I felt like I’d hit a wall with this team & just needed to get us both far from Omaha for a while.
It’s a new day today, though, & I’ve had the opportunity to talk to several people including the chief transplant surgeon, a member of the infectious disease team, & the NP (nurse practitioner). She more or less runs the show up here & has been on vacation the past 2 weeks. She missed a lot of the drama here & was generous enough to spend some time with me this morning re-hashing it all. In the end she may have said the most sensible thing yet – she said she totally understands my want/need to do something & she totally understands my deep desire for that something to make a difference. Unfortunately, though, she said they’ve all discussed it at great length & the overwhelming consensus is there’s just nothing left to do. There is no something with any reasonable chance of making any difference at all. So that’s where we are – at the end of our list of treatment options.
I went further & said if this vesicostomy surgery doesn’t work & there’s nothing else to do I want this to end. It’s so hard, it’s not as if Eme’s in the PICU on life support. There’s no plug to pull. She’s down the hall playing in the play room with a volunteer. She’s breathing, walking, talking, eating… To even have those thoughts in this situation is very, very difficult to reconcile. As I’ve said before, though, if her only chance for a life is in the hospital, I don’t want that for her. The NP said she totally understands & if this vesicostomy doesn’t work Emerson won’t live in the hospital battling infection indefinitely. If this surgery doesn’t work the end is not far. She is not several years away from her last infection… it will come much sooner than that. Indeed, she said, if this surgery doesn’t work it will end. That’s what I needed to hear. Not sure exactly what I wanted to hear, but that is what I needed to hear. This needs to resolve, one way or the other. I’m at better peace today believing it will…
The plan this morning is to watch Eme for 24 hours & make sure her fever doesn’t return off antibiotics. Assuming all goes well she’ll be discharged tomorrow morning & we’ll drive to Michigan for a week. At first the team was a little surprised at this request (especially when I told them my original intent was to leave this afternoonJ), but they all agreed it would be okay. I hope to take her back to the beach in August, but there’s no knowing at this point if that will even be possible. I’ve learned to ‘strike while the iron is hot’ with Emerson. Where there’s a small window of opportunity, take it!
Eme’s next surgery is scheduled for 7:30 AM Monday, July 19th. She’ll re-admit Sunday morning for pre-op. I plan to be back in Omaha next Saturday.



























