Update #188

Oh, back to school time. Gotta love the chaos...

So many updates over the past few weeks that just haven't made it online. First, for the first time in over a year, Dave isn't wearing any bandages! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the drainage that has been the thorn in our side (okay, Dave's side) for fourteen months has stopped completely! You can't even imagine what a huge relief it has been.

Second, Dave did start driving, and it has been "much easier than I expected," he says. We started with my car, the automatic, in the high school parking lot, and when everything went smoothly, returned home to get his car to try a stick shift, which also went well. From there, he drove us to dinner that night and has been in the driver's seat on short trips ever since. He even drove me to a doctor's appointment yesterday - what a switch! Even though I'm still in the car with him as his extra set of eyes most of the time (he did drive to get pizza on his own last night), I know having the keys adds a new level of independence that he hasn't experienced since his accident. And I have to say, it's pretty nice being able to relax in the passenger seat from time to time too. :-)

Third, Dave's cane is spending a lot more time in the car and a lot less time in his hand. Aside from times when we will be standing for an extended period of time or when we will be in a crowded place where he may get knocked over, he has been walking without any assistance almost everywhere we go!

Some prayers:

1. Dave is working on getting his insurance company to pay for a voice augmenter to help clarify and magnify his voice when he is out and about. The device, which runs somewhere in the range of $7,000, will be a necessity if he wants to go back to the position he had at GE before the accident, which involved a lot of time on the loud shop floor, so be praying that the augmenter is approved.

2. Speaking of going back to work, that is the next huge question in the recovery process. With the surgery completed and finally successful, for all intents and purposes, there is very little documentable medical reason why Dave can't go back to work sometime in the near future. That being said, we have no idea at what point Dave will be asked to go back to work. In some ways, he is so much more himself and so much healthier that going back to work is technically a possibility sometime soon - BUT there are still days when he can't stop coughing or doesn't have the energy to do much of anything. He also still needs a lot more sleep than most people, so getting up at 6:00 a.m. every day would be almost out of the question. We haven't heard anything from Disability at GE yet, and in some ways don't want to call and ask questions for fear that they may take that as a sign that Dave is ready to work, but we also would like to get some guidance on what to expect going forward.

3. And speaking of sleeping, Dave hasn't been very well. Although he is normally in bed for ten hours a night, the amount that he is sleeping is much less, and the sleep that he is getting is far from restful. Dr. Hardin has been playing around with different combinations of sleep meds, and we are having a new bed delivered on Friday - be praying that both changes help Dave feel more rested.

I'm sure there is more that I am forgetting from the past few weeks, but that's the major stuff. Now that we are past surgery - and the next one won't happen for at least six months - updates will be fewer and farther between. I will continue posting the big stuff, so check back from time to time, but we are finally at a point where daily or even weekly updates on Dave's condition would be much more boring than useful to you. How great is that!

Thanks, as always, for continuing to stand by us. We love you all and feel so blessed to have had so much support through this entire ordeal.

Update #187

No more leak!

Dave just got off the phone with Dr. Muskat, and the hole is closed! The CT didn't show any sign of leakage from Dave's colon, and any remaining drainage is coming from a small fluid pocket under his right kidney, which should go away soon. He is free to go back to a normal diet - yeah salad! - and should not have any problems from here on out. Thank you all so much for your prayers! Keep them coming - just in case :-) - but things are looking great.

Oh, and Dave still hasn't had a chance to drive yet, so keep praying for that too. We'll keep you posted!

Update #186

We finally have Internet again! Not only that, but my laptop, which was away on a "seven to ten day" warranty repair finally came back yesterday...after only 35 days! :-) So, we are up and running with regular posts again.

Friday's Plastics appointment was what we expected - Dave's incisions are healing well, and the skin around his wound still looks good in spite of the drainage. One major change - as we were out and about on Friday before the appointment, a new drainage hole opened up. Remember just before Christmas when we got transferred to UC because of a second fistula? This hole is in the same spot. One would think that development would be disappointing, but this time, it actually turned out to be a good thing because the change in the landscape of Dave's abdomen actually allows us to cover that area with an ostomy pouch (which we couldn't do from the site where the drainage had been coming from up until now) instead of a bulky dressing, and drainage being rerouted to the new hole is allowing the other area to heal. So, believe it or not, the second fistula opening before Christmas actually benefited Dave in the long run because the tissue there was still weak enough to allow the new drainage to escape in a much more convenient location.

Then, yesterday. The Trauma appointment with Dr. Muskat was what we had really been waiting on. And...he is VERY encouraged. In spite of increasing Dave's diet from liquid to low residue a week and a half ago, the amount of drainage has not gone up at all! Not only that, the consistency of the drainage has changed dramatically, to the point that Dr. Muskat doesn't even think it is true drainage from Dave's intestines anymore but may instead be a leftover pocket of fluid from the surgery that is still leaking. All of that to say that it looks like the hole may be closing! Dave had another CT last night, and we won't get the results for a day or two, but if things still look good when we do, he'll be back on a regular diet and well on his way to being dressing-free in the near future. So, it's taking a little longer than we had hoped, but the surgery may have worked after all. Yeah!

Life overall is very positive right now. Dave is feeling as good as (if not better than) he was pre-surgery, and he is pushing himself to get stronger. We got the go-ahead from Dr. Muskat to head back to the gym to work out - very slowly at first, of course. And - get this - Dave tried RUNNING yesterday. I looked out the window while I was washing dishes and he was carefully trotting back and forth across the yard. He said it was really difficult and his feet still aren't as strong as he would like, but he didn't fall, and he was certainly moving a whole lot faster than he has since the accident (well, except when I was racing him around the mall in the wheelchair, but that doesn't count).

Next on the agenda: driving. Dave tried once a couple of months ago, but his right leg wasn't even strong enough to move between the gas and brake, so we gave up before we even started. Now, his legs are stronger, but his main concern is the blindness in his right eye. We're planning to start tomorrow (it's pouring here today) in a very large, very open parking lot with my car, which is an automatic, instead of his, which is a standard - we'll see how it goes. Please be praying that things go smoothly and Dave gets his confidence back quickly. He is very hesitant to drive at all because he wants to make sure it is completely safe (both for himself and for everyone else on the road), but him driving or not obviously will have a huge impact on our life in the future - where we live, how often we travel, etc.

More updates when we hear back on the CT and when the first drive is over. Keep praying!

Update #185

So sorry for the delay...our Internet is still down.

First, the post I typed last Thursday...

"Posting from my Blackberry since the hospital's Internet is being dumb. Hope this goes through...

"The fast is over...at least for the time being. Yesterday, because the drainage from his wound had not increased from the liquids, Dave started "every man's dream diet" (mine too) - actually, it's called the "low-residue diet" - consisting almost entirely of meat and potatoes and almost no veggies. Crazy, huh? After eating only a few days in the past two weeks, I guess he deserves it. :-) Anyway, a low-residue diet is comprised of easily absorbed foods to keep drainage low, and it turns out that meat and potatoes are at the top of the list!

"Even better news, sounds like we may be going home today! After all the steak Dave ate yesterday, drainage levels actually decreased, so we can go home TPN free! The hole is still draining and hasn't closed yet, but the drainage level is going down since last week, and indications that it will close on its own are pretty promising. So that's where we are...and my fingers are tired from typing on this tiny keyboard. More soon!"

Anyway, we are home and doing well...aside from the fact that Dave is craving salad and apples. :-) On the whole, aside from the setback with the new hole opening, he is recovering much better than any of us - doctors included - anticipated. Dave and I were both planning on him being completely down and out for a week at the hospital and pretty homebound for another three or four weeks after. Instead, two days after surgery, Dave was walking the halls at the hospital, and less than two weeks after surgery, he was taking almost no pain meds and getting around nearly as well as he was pre-surgery. The setback was frustrating, but overall, things are good.

Dave goes back for a post-op with Dr. Kitzmiller (Plastics) on Friday and with Dr. Muskat (Trauma) on Monday. Please be praying for good news at both appointments. Kitzmiller should tell us that the incisions around the skin flap that he stretched are healing well and everything looks good. Hopefully, Muskat will tell us that the small amount of continuing drainage is a very good sign and he is hopeful that the hole will close on its own. He may even let Dave have his salad. :-)

We're hoping to get the Internet back up at our house this week. Until then, I'll do my best to post when we are out and about and can find a connection. At the very least, I will post after appointment #1 on Friday.

Update #184

We're home and doing well. Internet was spotty at UC yesterday and down at our house completely when we got home last night, and the long post that I typed on my Blackberry (where I'm posting from now) yesterday disappeared when I tried to save it. I'll fill you in on all the details once we find a connection for Dave's laptop.

Update #183

The fast is over...well, sort of. Sorry for the lack of posts yesterday, but we waited all day just to find out that Dave wouldn't get to start consuming anything orally again until today. Originally, it sounded like today's diet would include real food, or at least the milkshake I mentioned the other day. Unfortunately (although I'm sure it's better for Dave's recovery), he is restricted to a "clear liquid diet," meaning anything you can see through. Basically, his meal tray consists of jello (which Dave doesn't like), broth, tea and some kind of juice. We've also added some Sprite and some mostly clear soup. Not huge, but definitely a step in the right direction. If the drainage doesn't go up as a result, things will increase gradually from here on out, probably to "full liquid diet" (including oatmeal, ice cream, mashed potatoes, pudding, etc.), then to a regular diet.

I stopped fasting when Dave did this morning (mainly because his orange Jello looked very appealing) and will continue to eat as he does. Hopefully, there will be no more setbacks and we'll keep moving forward over the next few days.

One specific prayer request on top of getting to eat and getting to go home: we found out today that Dave is not allowed to leave the floor he is on for any reason. One of the doctors suggested this morning that we take a walk outside, but when we asked the nurses, they said hospital policy doesn't allow it. We're going to ask for a written doctor's order for outdoor privileges in the morning (sound ridiculous, doesn't it?) - be praying that we can get permission.

Update #182

Well, things are getting a little better. Dr. Muskat had been "away" for a family emergency, so aside from a quick pop-in on Thursday when we got back to the hospital (when he quietly informed us that if anybody asked, we had never seen him), we hadn't heard from him at all. Finally, today he had a chance to check in. According to his reading of the CT, there are visible air bubbles coming from Dave's colon, a sign of a hole, but it is very possible that the hole is tiny, meaning more likely to close. The drainage has slowed quite a bit over the past three days (probably due in part to the fact that Dave hasn't been eating or drinking anything); if things continue that way over night, he may be able to start consuming things that are easily digested (Dr. Muskat suggested a milkshake) tomorrow. If the drainage doesn't increase from the addition of small amounts of food, it is a good sign that the hole is closing, and Dave may be off TPN soon!

If, on the other hand, the drainage increases over night or increases when Dave starts eating, the nurses will train us on operating the pump, administering TPN and cleaning Dave's PICC line, then we are headed home. From there, more watching, waiting and experimenting with small amounts of food for occasional checks on the progress of the hole.

Either way, our spirits are up, and we are finding substantial ways to amuse ourselves without thinking about snacks and meals. Dave's sister and brother-in-law were in town for the weekend - sans children - so we got to spend some quality time with them, and from the sounds of the texts and voicemails we have been getting, Dave will have many more visitors over the course of the week. Hopefully, we will be able to put in requests with our visitors by then for take-out...even if it is just a McD's milkshake. :-)

In other positive news, Dave is off antibiotics -meaning no infection at all from the new hole opening - and the PICC line is saving him from being stuck every day for blood draws and IVs. The nurses and doctors on the ninth floor have been wonderfully compassionate with regard to how disappointing it is to be back so soon, and aside from giving meds and checking in, they have left us on our own with few disturbances, a nice change from the constant in-and-out of the fifth floor last week.

Please keep praying - hopefully tomorrow I will be able to give you the news that the hole seems to be closing and Dave and I are sharing a milkshake and looking forward to going home.

Update #181

[sigh] What a difference a day makes.

Okay, before I even go there, what a difference a year makes. Last year at this time, I was still trying to communicate every new development in Dave's life with some form of sugar coated optimism. However awful my posts may have seemed at the time, when I go back and reread them, all I can think is that what we were actually experiencing was almost always ten times worse. I've said before that I'm naturally an optimist, which was where some of that communication tone was coming from; it also related to the fact that Dave was still in critical condition, he was fighting his way back from a bout of sepsis, and any step forward was a huge celebration. I was also trying not to scare you. :-)

Now, a year later, Dave and I are both still optimistic, but we have also gotten used to having reality slap us in the face a bit. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, right? And this time, I'm not sure how to sugar coat it.

That long preface was to prepare you for what comes next. Dave is healthy, I'll say that first. But everything happened so quickly that I couldn't give moment by moment updates, and by the time yesterday ended, we were both too overwhelmed to talk to anyone. I'm sorry if I give you that same feeling now. After spending 36 hours at home (we literally spent 30 of them sleeping), Dave woke up yesterday morning with drainage - not post surgery drainage, but pre-surgery drainage - all over his dressing. After a quick call to the Trauma Clinic, we put our still-packed bags back in the car and headed to the ER at UC. Our initial logical fear, that one of Dave's internal sutures had pulled free or that a new fistula had developed, was confirmed after a CT scan late yesterday afternoon. The short of it: the surgery didn't work. In Dr. Muskat's words, "This is really disappointing."

There are some differences between treating this fistula versus treating the last one. First, Dave is much healthier, and his body is much better prepared to heal. Second, the weak tissue where the first hole developed was taken out during surgery, meaning the hole this time is in healthier, less fragile tissue.

That being said, in some ways where we are today very closely resembles where we were a year ago. The hole is in the same spot and draining the same excessive amount of...stuff, which we are having a very difficult time controlling. As of yesterday, Dave was off all food AND drink (aside from small sips of water for his meds) indefinitely to clean out his system. Instead, he is back on TPN (the nutrition that flows straight into his bloodstream) and IV fluids. The central line in his neck last year will be replaced with a PIC line (better than IVs because it won't come out) for both the TPN and the fluids. Octreotide will be replaced with another treatment (I'll include the name once they say it again). And, we are in the hospital for at least another week.

On the positive, all of this comes with a much more likely hope that the hole will close on its own, which is better than waiting six months for yet another surgery. Hopefully, the doctors will be able to determine how likely that is in the next seven days. On the negative...well, you understand.

After anticipating this surgery for so many months, Dave and I are pretty disheartened. We knew that this scenario was possible, but after the surgery went so smoothly...

In the midst of this new development, here is my challenge to you: fast and pray. Dave is, in essence, fasting for at least the next week. All throughout the New Testament, we see prayer and fasting partnered; yet while we focus so much on prayer, we very rarely honor the other command. In the next week, do be praying earnestly that the hole will show signs of closing. But partner that with fasting something. Fasting all food completely may not be possible, but maybe give up one meal a day. Don't play video games. Go without coffee. And use the time - and every time you remember how much you miss whatever you have given up - to pray for Dave. Pray for his strength, his spirits, his energy, his patience, and always, his healing.

We'll keep you posted.

Update #180

Well, we finally made it home just before 11:00 last night. Once the doctors told us that we were headed home, it almost seemed like they were pushing us out the door - gathering discharge paperwork, encouraging us to pack up, even seeming slightly frustrated when Dave said he wanted to take a shower (the first he was allowed since surgery because of the epidural). In the midst of the chaos, however, Dave started bleeding from one of his incisions, which caused Dr. Muskat and his partners to order blood work to make sure that there was no sign of infection or other problem.

Now, don't get me wrong - we appreciated the caution and concern, and we would always rather be absolutely certain that Dave is as healthy as possible before leaving the hospital. That being said, three hours after Dave stared bleeding, the lab finally sent someone to draw blood. And three hours after that, around 8:00 last night, we were still waiting for results. We paged Dave's nurse to see if she could check with the lab, and two minutes later, the lab tech walked back into our room. Somehow, the lab managed to lose the first blood draw, and they needed another sample. As I mentioned before, Dave's veins are impossible for needles to find, and sure enough, the tech and three nurses (including a nurse paged from the burn unit who can find veins through charred skin) each tried unsuccessfully to find a new vein for the sample.

At that point, we were starting to believe that we would not being going home - not that big of a deal except for the fact that we had already sent most of our stuff back to the house with Dave's parents and had already cancelled our dogsitter for the night. We asked the nurse to see if Dr. Muskat and his partners would let us go home then head to a local lab in the morning to get another sample; wonder of all wonders, the lab suddenly found the original blood sample again. Sometime just before 10:00 p.m., the lab work came back fine, and we were finally discharged.

End of story, right? Not quite. Earlier in the afternoon, I had called our normal pharmacy to confirm that they had Oxycodone - Dave's new oral pain med to replace the dilaudid and the epidural - in stock since we have had problems getting it before. As it got later and later while we waited at the hospital, I called a 24 hour pharmacy to ask the same question since ours had already closed. Both locations confirmed that getting Oxy would not be a problem. After dropping Dave at home around 11:00 p.m., I headed to the 24 hour pharmacy to fill his prescriptions and quickly found out that not only did they not have the normal dose of Oxy pills in stock (5 milligram pills); the pill that the doctors had precribed (and the pharmacy assured me they had), 20 milligrams, does not even exist. And, because Oxy is a narcotic, the pharmacist couldn't substitute anything in the place of the pill without a new written prescription from Dave's doctor.

The pharmacist called UC, where all of Dave's doctors were in the midst of a trauma, to find out alternatives to get us through the night, while I headed home to wait for an answer. Finally, at 12:30 a.m., the pharmacy called to say that the doctor had allowed her to switch from Oxy in pill form to Oxy in liquid form, of which she had enough to get us through three days. Back to the pharmacy, then home just in time to give Dave his next dose of pain meds at 1:00 a.m. Dave and I both slept till noon today (aside from two more doses of Oxy at 5:00 a.m. and 9:00 a.m.), and now we too are navigating the art form that is pain control. Too much Oxy means dizziness and sleeping; too little, and we get behind on controlling Dave's pain, which will almost certainly end us up back in the hospital.

On the positive side of this whole charade, we are home, and it is wonderful. Dave's sleeping in the hospital bed again for a while, but fortunately for him, I am the only person he has to worry about waking him up, which I won't do aside from pain meds. And I am back sleeping in our bed instead of a recliner, so happy that on the whole, Dave is recovering well and we are once step closer to the end of this story.

Thanks again for praying and for continuing to partcipate in this saga with us. We are getting close to the end, and we would not have made it this far without all of you and your support. For those of you outside of Cincinnati, keep praying as we walk through recovery. And for anyone around town, we're homebound for a while (the car's seatbelt sits right along one of Dave's incisions) but always up for visitors - well, except for tonight. Tonight, we are eating the Outback take-out that Sarah dropped off for dinner last night, then heading to bed to sleep off the rest of the hospital hangover. More soon...

Update #179

The weekend was full of the "art form" of pain control. Saturday morning, Dave was miserable again. Pain was at an eight on a scale of one to ten, and the Pain Management "Team" consisted of one resident trying desperately to figure out how to at least relieve the worst of Dave's pain. Up with the dilaudid - both a bolus (one time larger dose boost) and an increase in Dave's PCA (personal control button) - and by 6:00 p.m. he was out of bed for the first time and in a chair.

Sunday morning, more pain. For some reason, it took us all that long to figure out that because the majority of Dave's dilaudid was coming from his PCA, and because most people are not capable of pushing a button every six minutes in their sleep, Dave was waking up with almost none of the most effective pain meds in his system. Another bolus, plus the addition of small continuous amount of dilaudid in addition to the PCA and the epidural (which never seemed to do much), and Dave was up and walking the halls, dragging a pole full of pumps and meds, Sunday afternoon.

Throughout this entire process, Dave was also dealing with the constant joy of an IV that just wouldn't stay put. One thing we've learned over the past year is that Dave's veins are almost impossible to stick. On Wednesday during the surgery, he had an IV in both wrists, one to receive meds, etc. and one as a backup. On Friday, the first IV started leaking, so the nurses switched the line to his other wrist. Fortunately no needle stick that time. Saturday night, Dave's left hand started swelling, a sign that the IV fluids were not going into his vein, so the IV was moved to his right elbow - according to one of Dave's nurses, the "lazy man's IV" because the vein is easy to hit, but the placement of the IV is extremely annoying the patient. Sure enough, less than 24 hours later, the needle in the IV was bent because of the movement of Dave's arm, and off to the right forearm we go. 12 hours later, Dave's hand was no longer swollen, but his left forearm made him look like Popeye - another missed vein, another removed IV. This time, however, there were no veins left. After three different nurses tried four different sticks, Dave told them to leave him alone (very politely, of course) and find another way to give him his meds.

So today, he's back on Oxycodone pills, off his IV, and as of 10:00 this morning, epidural free! The best news - assuming he doesn't experience withdrawal from the epidural meds, we should be heading home late this afternoon or early this evening! Like Dr. Muskat and Dr. Kitzmiller predicted, one week, and Dave is doing even better than they could have hoped. His incisions are healing nicely, his pain is almost under control, and unlike with his femur surgery, he is walking fairly long distances with very little problem.

Thanks again for all the prayers, emails, texts, phone calls and general support. On the whole, this has gone about as well as any major abdominal surgery could go. Continue praying that Dave's pain will remain under control as we go home and that the recovery goes quickly and smoothly from here on out.

Update #178

So sorry for not posting yesterday. Dead laptops, lots of doctors, Dave not feeling well, and just general laziness on my part - but the excuses are gone now, and we're back.

Wednesday night after the surgery was rough. Dave spent five hours in the post-op area waiting for a room on the floor (you'd think that scheduling a surgery two months in advance would guarantee you a room), and when he finally got moved, the only room available was a double. Read: I couldn't spend the night. In spite of the epidural and an additional PCA pain med (a pump that he controls in small doses every six minutes as needed), Dave was in a signifcant amount of pain, so it was pretty rough leaving him. Dr. Muskat also told him that he could not eat or drink anything but ice chips for 24 hours (we're at 48 and going strong right now with no word on when food may be allowed) to allow his digestive system to heal. After I tore myself away from the hospital at 9:00 p.m. - the end of visiting hours - Dave texted to tell me that he had just found out that he could not have any sleeping meds either. Great surgeries, but not a great start to the hospital stay.

Yesterday was a day of finding the right balance of pain meds, a process that is still ongoing in part. Fortunately for us, this stay at UC, unlike the stay after Dave's femur surgery, includes consults with a Pain Management Team multiple times per day, and the team truly has been working hard to make Dave comfortable. First, they upped the PCA meds and changed the type of medicine in the epidural, then upped the dose there as well. A few hours later was the first time I saw Dave stop wincing since surgery. The new meds worked for most of the day, but around 7:00 p.m. last night, Dave said he was "feeling floaty" and that his left arm was completely numb. With his head rolling around the pillow and his left arm flopped at a strange angle across his body, slightly with a lisp: "I sthink, my pain medsth are too sthrong." You think? :-) Back down on the dose of the epidural we go.

The floaty feeling disappeared around 8:30 p.m., and Dave finally got sleep meds around 9:00 p.m. last night, a huge relief. Still no private room available at that point, but he slept through the night and most of the morning. Dressing change (so minor compared to pre-surgery!), lots of doctor visits, nurses in and out, blood draws - the hospital norm.

Now, at 6:45 p.m. on Friday night, we are sitting in the last private room left in the hospital, comandeered by the charge nurse for "her newlyweds," drinking ginger ale and getting ready to watch a movie. Dave is much more alert, his pain is under control except when he coughs or moves (okay, those are both fairly major parts of his life right now, but at least it's getting better), and I get to spend the night. Not bad for Day 3. Still no food, but that should be coming tomorrow. And hopefully, we'll be home long before this time next week.

Thanks for all of your prayers - each day is getting better and better. Oh, and a huge praise (since the laptop was down, I couldn't post the prayer request this morning), our friends Mike and Kaylie had to take their baby Josiah in for surgery today (could we possible have any more people in the hospital?), and I got to sneak down to Children's Hospital (three blocks away) to sit with them until they heard that everything went fine and they could take him home tonight. Thank God for healing, in Cincinnati and beyond.

More coming soon!

Update #177

No more dressing changes!

The second part of Dave's surgery is done, and Dr. Kitzmiller was very pleased. After Dr. Muskat finished taking down the fistula, Dr. Kitzmiller took the skin flap that has been the bulge on the right side of Dave's body for so many months and cut its thickness in half, separating the muscle from the skin. He managed to stretch the muscle across most of the right side of Dave's abdomen to replace the muscles and supportive tissue he lost when he hit the guardrail. He then used the skin layer cover the area, leaving only a small space between his breastbone and his bellybutton without supportive structure. The stitches and staples will be in for ten to fourteen days and will require some minor care, but after that, NO MORE DRESSING CHANGES! No more drainage leaking everywhere, no more tape tearing off Dave's skin, no more Baza cream making him smell like a medicine cabinet. Yeah!

After at least three months of recovery, we will begin to talk about continuing the reconstruction by covering the last small unprotected layer and beginning to smooth out the mountains and valleys that make up Dave's abdomen. For now, we're just enjoying the fact that surgery is over and Dave is doing very well.

One more thing, total sidenote: my girl Liz's bone marrow came back clear of any new leukemia cells, her blood counts are back to normal, and she is back on track with chemo...in fact, she is walking distance from us right now for a one night stay at Children's Hospital! Thanks for praying for her too.

It will probably be another hour before we get to see Dave, so I'll post more later. Thank you all for your prayers!

Update #176

First part of the surgery is complete. They found the source of the fistula where they expected it to be - in between his colon and his small intestine, the site of a previous repair at the very beginning - and reclosed it. They also discovered another small hole that seems to be coming from his liver (his liver is under his rib cage because of the diaphragm being reattached, so they can't see it clearly), a hole that has been draining a small amount as well. Dr. Muskat cauterized the hole and said it should close on its own but has minimally invasive ideas for how to fix it later if it continues to drain.

Dr. Kitzmiller is working on reconstruction now...more when we hear...

Update #175

Dave just went back for surgery. After talking to Dr. Muskat and Dr. Kitzmiller this morning, it will be approximately three hours for the first part of the surgery to close the fistula and two hours for the second part, which only includes closing Dave back up and readhering the skin flap (the beginning of the major reconstruction, including inserting supportive tissue to replace his abdominal wall, will be in a few months). I'll post as we hear...

Update #174

Today is the big day! Just a reminder to be praying today as Dave undergoes what we hope will be his last major surgery. The procedure starts at 9:30 a.m. at University Hospital here in Cincinnati and will last between four and six hours - two hours for the "trauma" surgery to close the fistula (hole in his digestive track) and an additional two to four hours to begin to reconstruct his abdominal wall, including inserting something to replace his ab muscles and two ribs on the right side that he lost during the accident (the length of the second part of the surgery is dependent on how smoothly the first part goes). Recovery is seven to ten days in the hospital and an additional three to four weeks at home. Be praying for peace for Dave, his parents and me during what will be a very long day today, and for wisdom and skill for Dr. Muskat and Dr. Kitzmiller to complete the procedure without incident.

I'll be posting updates as things happen today, so keep your eyes here!

His Spirit, His will, His peace, His glory...

Update #173

Alright, the honeymoon is over. :-)

The past three weeks have been wonderful. Aside from the fact that Dave doesn't have to get up and go to work every morning, we've been leading a pretty normal married life. Dave was discharged from PT, so we go to the gym four or five times a week. We cook, we unpack (I think we may have finally found our garage floor), we take Baza to the dog park, and just in general, we enjoy spending time together. It's been wonderful.

To update you on the Wedding Celebration...

Well, first, if this year has taught us anything, it is that life is full of ups and downs. The weekend was no different. Although the Wedding Celebration itself was incredible, the weekend was not without its rough points, which were, oddly enough, not related to Dave. The Thursday before the wedding, we found out that my Grandpa Harlan (my dad's dad), who insisted on driving from Montana to Ohio by himself, had passed away in his hotel room on his way to Cincinnati for the wedding. On the negative side, he was only hours from being able to see his whole family in one place for the first time in years; on the positive, we were all together to receive and mourn the news.

Then, the day after the wedding, my Grandma Dahl (my mom's mom) ended up in the hospital after passing out at the hotel. During her evaluation, she had to disclose her medical history, and she revealed that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer only a few days earlier but didn't want to tell anyone until after the wedding. My mom's sister Karen died of breast cancer only a few years ago, so the news was particularly rough, and I know my mom and her family are still really struggling a good deal.

In spite of the rocky moments, everyone, including both sides of my family, was able to celebrate Dave's recovery and our new life together, and we are both so grateful that the party could be the high point they needed during so much tragedy. The Celebration was incredible. The Underground, where Dave and I met, was the perfect backdrop for us - lots of concrete and steel with just the right amount of fluff to make it festive - and it was packed (over 300 people at last count). We vowed (again), we danced, we posed for pictures at Starbucks, we ate, we smashed cake, we took photos in the photobooth...just an incredible night overall. We're waiting on the pics from our photographer, but as soon as I have them, I'll get some up for you to see.

But now we're back...from outerspace...I just walked in to find you here... Sorry, wedding flashbacks. :-) Anyway, the event that has been lingering in the back of our minds - SURGERY - is fast approaching, and we're doing all we can to live it up before we head back to the hospital. We had an appointment with Dave's pulmonologist two weeks ago, a necessity for him to be cleared for surgery, and Dr. Nath says he is good to go. Even better, he included in his report a prescription for a walking epidural for Dave's pain so he can be up and about as soon as possible after the surgery (hopefully that will save us from a repeat of the femur surgery when he could hardly move). The final pre-op appointment is Thursday, and as long as everything looks good and comes back clear, to the hospital we go!

Some really postive news: we had an appointment with Dr. Archdeacon, Dave's orthopedic surgeon, yesterday, and his femur is finally healing! Even our untrained eyes could see the fresh bone growth on the X-rays, and Dr. Archdeacon was ecstatic when he saw how well Dave is walking and how mobile his leg is.

This update is shorter than I anticipated - Dave's awake and wants to go to the gym - but be on the lookout for more regular updates over the next few weeks as we prepare for and go through the surgery. Some specific prayer requests:

- For peace for all of us as we get ready for such a long procedure.

- For continued strength and healing over this last week so Dave will be as prepared as possible for surgery.

- For my girl Liz, whose chemo had to be stopped because all of her blood counts were too low - that her bone marrow biopsy will give some indication as to why she has had to endure so many delays.

- For my dad and his family as they continue to deal with the loss of his dad, my Grandpa Harlan.

- For my mom and her family as they walk with my Grandma Dahl through the scary world of cancer.

Thanks to all of you for continuing to read and continuing to pray us through this journey. More updates coming soon...

Update #172

Okay, I'll post later - I need sleep before I can begin to put together a coherent explanation of how incredible this weekend was - but you have to check out http://www.cherylweaverphotography.com (click on "Artist Blog"). Just a small taste of an incredible weekend with an amazing photographer.

Oh, and I got to slow dance with my husband. :-)

His Spirit, His will, His peace, His glory...

Update #171

So should have posted this three days ago...

We headed home from the hospital on Saturday and were immediately greeted by a large oxygen compressor, the newest medical addition to our home/hospital. The compressor takes oxygen from the air and compresses it into pure oxygen that Dave breathes through a tube. For the first two days he was home, it was tubes 24/7. Now, it's only when he is moving a lot or sleeping at night - yeah progress!

The Wedding Celebration is still on for Saturday - 4:00 p.m. at The Underground (1140 Smiley Ave., Cincinnati, OH) if you are in the area and want to party - and we're in the midst of the chaos of preparation, so this post is really short. Be praying for Dave's breathing and for his sleeping (he was up almost all night on Monday because he "just wasn't tired" in spite of his two sleeping meds). Also, be praying for all of our friends and family who are beginning to fly/drive in for the party from all over the country. So exciting!

The next post you see will very likely be pictures of Dave in a tux... Stay tuned!

Update #170

The first number on the first machine with the first alarm that I ever understood in the ICU was the oxygen saturation level. Normal, healthy individuals generally have a saturation level of 95% or so. When Sarah and I first arrived at 4:00 a.m., we sat and watched that number climb from 79% (it had started in the twenties when Dave first arrived) to 90%, which is almost within healthy limits. That was the first sign of progress and the first critical step in Dave's recovery.

Before I go any further, Dave is fine and is being monitored closely. With that said, among the multitude of tests that Dave has endured today, his pulmonologist ordered a study of his oxygen saturation level while he sleeps. As a result, now, almost a year later, I'm sitting in a different hospital room almost as late at night (or early in the morning) watching the same number and listening to the same alarm on the same machine. Talk about deja vu. Partially because of his pneumonia and partially because of the damage to his lungs, it turns out that Dave's saturation level drops to the mid-80s when he sleeps. Yikes! We have been working with Dr. Hardin and the insurance company for weeks trying to get approval for our own saturation monitor at the house so we would know when his level was low. This may be the proof we need.

So Dave is not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, and that stupid alarm keeps beeping. The Respiratory Therapist was hoping to hold off on giving him oxygen to preserve the integrity of the study, but he's been running 83% to 85% for ten minutes, so on with the oxygen we go.

The good news, of course, is that unlike a year ago, Dave is awake, happy (well, aside from the lack of sleep) and looking forward to being released in the next few days. I guess, keeping that in perspective, we can probably deal with the annoyance of one alarm.

That being said, please do be praying for Dave's breathing. From the sounds of it, the drop in saturation may mean yet another night in the hospital. Again, so much better than last year, but I think we will both be glad to see our own bed again sometime soon.

Update #169

So at least the hospitals are moving continually closer to home...

Almost immediately after I finished posting the last positive update, Dave woke up and said he was having a hard time breathing. After a call to Dr. Hardin (PCP), we headed to the ER at the new West Chester Medical Center (only 5 minutes from our house), where the nurses informed us that Dave almost certainly had pneumonia. The cultures that came back today confirmed it.

We did spend last night in the hospital and will be here at least one more night until the IV antibiotics kick in completely. Fortunately, this is the nicest hospital room we have experienced yet, and Dr. Weintz - Dave's doctor from Drake - transferred up here when the hospital opened and is Dave's attending while we are here. Dave is also feeeling (and looking) much better this afternoon, and his white blood cell count is dropping back to the normal range, so overall, things are as good as they can be.

We'll keep you posted, but for now, I'm off to help Dave try to take a shower without getting his IV wet. Fun fun!

Be praying for fast healing and that Dave doesn't lose any strength during his time here. More soon!

Update #168

Da boys

Breakfast

Liquid breakfast

Airplane spoon?

Congratulations Todd and Janice!

I didn't even get a one-knee proposal!

Da girls

Da boys

So many updates. Things are getting crazy... For some reason, blogspot's formatting is messed up, so I apologize for the lack of paragraphs.

First, surgery is scheduled for July 8th! Six hour procedure - two hours for the fistula, four for reconstruction - followed by seven to ten days in the hospital and a month of recovery at home. According to Regina (PT), with the way Dave's made progress in the past few months, the surgery shouldn't have even set him back that far.

Speaking of PT, Dave's doing so well that he is getting kicked out! A few more sessions, then we are on our own! We got a gym membership last week (Fitness 19 - $14 per month for both of us!) and have already worked out a couple of times. The only issue - now we have to be self-motivated - AHH!

In other positive news (I think it's actually all good stuff this post), the blob has left the building! Surgery two weeks ago made a HUGE difference, and the purple monstrosity that was overtaking the right side of Dave's face is now only a small scar. Another follow-up in a few weeks, but for now, huge improvement.

Some fun stuff - Dave got to go on his bachelor party a week and a half ago! The first time he was away since he got out of the hospital, and as I'm sure you can see by the pictures, he had a blast. Dave's groomsmen and a bunch of his other friends took him "camping" in a cabin in Indiana with queen size beds, a jacuzzi, and our friend Ben's cooking, which in and of itself means you're living the high life. Not exactly roughing it, but a guys' weekend just the same.

Then, this past weekend - a lot of firsts over the last few weeks - we took our first post-hospital road trip to Chicago for our friends' wedding. Five hours in the car each way, an architectural boat tour of the city, lunch with one of my bridesmaids Heidi and her husband Ray (who, by the way, is getting ready to start his medical residency and is fascinated by Dave and his accident), deep dish pizza and Yatzee with my dad's college roommate and his wife, and of course Todd and Janice's wedding. A whirlwind of a weekend, but well worth it. Dave walked, danced and survived a very long drive with no major bumps.

And, on top of everything else, our Wedding Celebration is only ten days away! The chaos starts this Saturday when my sister gets to town and doesn't stop for over a week. We're in the midst of pre-wedding chaos - flowers, DJs, caterers, fittings - but we're loving every minute of it.

Sorry for the long pause without updates - I was thoroughly reprimanded by our friend Randee at the wedding - but I hope this helps! Can't wait to see you all next weekend!

Update #167

Someone asked me a few weeks ago at what point Dave and I would stop updating the blog, when we would feel the need to cut people off from reading every detail of his life. We're still not sure when that day will come - maybe after the surgery in June - but I promise that whenever it does, I'll make sure to wean you gradually so the withdrawals aren't too terrible.

On that note, two and a half weeks with no update doesn't mean that there is nothing noteworthy to say; it just means that things have been SO busy, I haven't had time to crash in front of my laptop and put two (or 202) coherent sentences together. Finally, it's Saturday morning, Dave's asleep, Baza's attacking a banana (literally - I gave him a bite of my banana, and he's growling at it), youth ministry for tomorrow is ready, and we have no appointments till Monday. I should be able to get through an update before things get crazy again.

Something that I forgot to mention in the last update: Dave's visit to the Pulmonologist confirmed the pulmonary hypertension and resulted in a Pulmonary Function Test that told us Dave is at approximately 50% lung capacity for an average guy his age. The good news, though, is that lungs can take up to 18 months to heal, so there may still be some significant improvement over the next few months. The next surgery, which will include inserting some supportive tissue into his abdomen to replace is lost ribs and abdominal muscles, should also assist in improving lung function.

To get all of the bad news out of the way early, the blob has spoken, and the message isn't good. Two weeks ago, our visit to Dr. Cepela (Opthalmic Plastic Surgeon) brought a peek of light at the end of the tunnel when he said that the blob was improving. This past Thursday, however, the blob fought back and won. Dave is scheduled for surgery to incise it and scrape out the inflamed tissue on Monday, May 11th at 2:30 p.m. Aren't you jealous? :-) Because the location of the blob, numbing the area is out of the question, so Dave will (thankfully) be sleeping through the 30-minute procedure.

Onto the postive!

Dave is off his cane at home! He can walk around the house hands free, and it is amazing to watch! For the first few days, he looked like a toddler Godzilla (we'll see how often he reads this page by how soon he gets mad at me for that comment), but now, he is getting stronger and walking almost completely like he used to! He still tires quickly, and we still bring his cane when we are out, but no more wheelchair, no more crutches, and sometimes no more cane!

Dave is doing so well at PT, in fact, that Regina says she may have to discontinue him from her service and send us to a gym to work out like "normal people." We're working on choosing a gym and setting up an exercise program and could be on our own in the next two weeks!

Possibly the best indicator of Dave's progress: he's wearing his earrings again! For a while in the hospital, he said that he didn't think he would ever wear them again, but they're back. And for those of you who offered to contribute to the Dave repiercing fund, you'll be happy to know that the holes are still there, and he is regauging them back to their original size as I type.

So that's it in a very large nutshell. 35 days till the Wedding Celebration, and, if this post is any indication, Dave should be blinging, walking and even dancing the way that he was one year before. Looking forward to it!

Prayer requests:

For the surgery on May 11th, that we will finally conquer the blob.
For continued strength improvement and no more infections.
For my girl Liz who has approximately one month of quiet and calm before she starts what could be the worst chemo she has experienced yet.

Love you all! Looking forward to seeing you on June 6th! For anyone coming out for the Celebration, visit http://kendahlanddave.wordpress.com for all the details!

Update #166

Two of Dave's roommates came to town for a visit a few weeks ago (I'm a little behind schedule). I knew I liked them right away, but I understood why they are such good friends with Dave when they kissed a bronze horse, spent $1.50 in quarters trying to get a pink gumball from the machine, and posed for a picture on a wooden banana. Amy and Marisa, you rock, and we can't wait to see you again in June!

Onto the update...

Dave doesn't have MRSA! Took almost two weeks but the culture came back negative. Unfortunately, the blob is still on the side of Dave's face with no sign of disappearing. We're headed back to Dr. Cepela's office tomorrow, a visit that may lead to a small plastic surgery to remove the blob. Be praying that won't be necessary.

More positive news: Dave may be walking completely on his own in less than two weeks! Regina (PT) is pushing Dave hard, and he is using his cane around the house and a single crutch when we are out. He has been working to walk unassisted at PT (I have a video that I'm trying to post) and is making amazing progress in his strength. He even used our Wii Fit (thanks, John, Terri and fam!) for the first time the other day and (I'm embarrassed to say) beat my score in most of the balance games. Humbling, but still fun to watch!

Dave's fam was down for Easter this past weekend - I'll get pictures up soon. For now, Baza is getting into something, so I should run.

Be praying for:

Healing of the blob.
Continued improvement in Dave's strength.

More soon!

Update #165

Before I say anything else, I have to tell you that Dave and I have a new nephew! Born last night to my older brother Cory and sister-and-law Joei - 8 pounds, 7 ounces, 21 inches and doing great. First grandchild for my parents and Joei's, so it's quite exciting, and I've been meaning to post about her pregnancy for a while but was sworn to secrecy until her roommates all heard the news (which, granted, was six months ago...). They have their own blog (Dave and I should get a commission for everyone who signs up with blogspot.com) - http://coryandjoei.blogspot.com. No pics up there yet, but I'm sure they are coming soon...

Onto the update. Right around four months ago, while he was still at Drake, Dave developed a small sty. For anyone who has never experienced a sty, it's kind of like getting an extremely painful whitehead on your eyelid. Dave's started on his upper lid and about two weeks later migrated to his lower lid as well. Before we left Drake on January 6th, about three weeks after the sty started, the doctors told us not to worry and prescribed hot compresses four times per day for ten minutes each and a topical steroid that "should clear up quickly."

A month later, the sty had come to a head and exploded several times but was still holding on. Dave's primary, Dr. Hardin, told us not to worry but said we should ask the opthamologist when we saw him.

A week later, Dave's neuro-opthamologist, Dr. Golnik, told us not to worry, prescribed hot compresses (again) and an oral antibiotic.

You haven't heard any of this up until this point because "it's just a sty; people get them all the time."

Well, Dave's "just a sty" didn't appreciate the underappreciation. Two and a half weeks ago (at the tail end of the month's worth of antibiotics from Dr. Golnik), Dave's sty decided to migrate away from his eye downward toward his cheekbone and grow - how do they say it in The Grinch Who Stole Christmas? - three sizes bigger. Only it was more than that. Over the course of only a few days, the small whitehead evolved into a one-inch diameter purple blob on Dave's right cheekbone.

Last Tuesday, we saw Dave's primary, who, with one glance at the blob, sent us immediately to an Emergency Eye Clinic, where, after an hour of waiting, the Opthamologist told us that she couldn't do anything with it and we would need to see an Opthalmic Plastic Surgeon. We left with another antibiotic and an appointment card for yesterday for a doctor almost an hour from our house.

Are you tired yet? Yeah, Dave is too. Anyway, after an hour drive and an hour of waiting yesterday afternoon, Dr. Cepela was nice enough to stick a needle in the blob, poke, squeeze and otherwise violate it, then inform us that Dave may be battling another round of MRSA (the resistant staph infection he had when he was in the ICU). Dr. Cepela didn't seem overly concerned but did encourage us to be overly diligent about hand washing, etc. until the culture comes back. Yeah quarantine! At least it means that Dave can finally justify the pirate look (with his eye patch) that he's been perfecting...

In other news, Dave's Echo and Holter Monitor (the 24-hour EKG) came back showing signs of pulmonary hypertension, news over which the nurses didn't show much surprise (we know that Dave's lungs are messed up, which does put more stress on his heart) but that did concern PT a bit. We have an appointment with a Pulmonologist on Friday to figure out next steps.

Now to the positive: Dave's sleeping in a real bed for the first time in almost ten months! One of the things I had always looked forward to most about marriage was waking up next to my husband, so since January, Dave and I have been sharing his twin hospital bed (still tilted at a 30 degree angle) at night (yeah, we know we're crazy). Regina (PT) strongly encouraged Dave to try to lie flat for short amounts of time, so gradually, we reduced the angle and increased the time till eventually, he could lie flat all night (and sleep during parts of that time too!). So, last week, we decided to try the transition, and can I tell you how much bigger a double bed is than a twin? The mattress is more comfy, Dave's breathing is fine, and we don't wake up with our faces pressed against metal siderails anymore. Yeah!

We also have been able to leave Dave's wheelchair in the garage for almost two weeks straight! He sits in regular chairs at home and only brings his crutches when we go out (unless we know it will be for a lot of walking, like a the grocery store). He is even moving around the house with only one crutch and could be moving to a cane soon.

Lots more updates coming, but for now, we're off to PT. Have a great Wednesday!

Update #164

There is no excuse.

If you want one, though, that picture is me on Sunday afternoon (from Dave's perspective, since I fell asleep in his lap) after finishing a retreat with my middle schoolers over the weekend. So that gives me a least a few days, right?

Really, I have thought about the blog many times in the past two weeks, but things have been insane. I'll do my best to recap:

First, no bone infection! The antibiotics that Dr. Archdeacon prescribed did the trick, and the redness around the incisions is gone. Not only that, Dave is back to walking even better than before the second surgery! Once he made it through the first two weeks, the pain subsided enormously, and even the annoying pain in his hip that he had learned to deal with is better. Dave is back down to his Fentanyl patch and an occasional Percoset, but no more Valium or Morphine. Overall, surgery was a rough experience, but he is, as promised, all the better for it. We even went for a 45 minute walk in the park yesterday, and Dave did great!

To further ensure that Dave's femur heals this time, he now has the privilege of wearing a contraption called a bone stimulator, which sends electromagnetic pulses through his leg to stimulate bone growth ten hours per day (actually, per night since he wears it while he sleeps). Although he has another follow-up with Dr. Archdeacon on April 20th, we probably won't know how well the bone is healing for at least another six months.

One of the reasons that Dave is walking so well, in addition to the surgery: we're back in PT/OT again! And I have to tell you that outpatient is nothing like inpatient or even in-home - Regina, Dave's new Physical Therapist, is not j0king around. Day 1, she had him lying flat on his back (did I mention he's been sleeping at a 30-degree angle since his accident because of his lungs and his cough?) doing exercises - he now sleeps flat every night WITHOUT COUGHING FITS! Day 2 was lots of standing. And Day 3, yesterday: Dave walked up AND down five or six steps alternating feet (left foot on one, right foot on the next step up, left foot on the next step up - the way you probably walk up steps) in both directions. It was incredible! She also had him balancing on a balancing board and walking on a treadmill, and even in the past three or four days, Dave is looking like a new person. The plan is for eight visits of PT over the next few weeks, then a "break" (for Regina, at least) while we work on endurance at home, then back to PT after the next surgery for a few more visits. Supposedly, Dave's insurance only covers 30 outpatient PT visits per year, so we are doing our best to use them wisely.

One small hiccup in the PT (sidenote: Dave has not actually had the hiccups since his accident - I know this because one of my middle school girls asked him in a Get Well card back in June and now continues to ask him every time she sees him...): the first time Dave went in for his eval, his heartrate and oxygen levels were jumping all over the place (heartrate from 60 to 130 with only mild exertion and in only a few seconds; oxygen from 94% to 85% - completely unhealthy - during the same activities). The problems may be simply as a result of Dave being severely out of shape (understandably), but the changes are enough to be worrisome. As a result, Dave now wears oxygen (back to the tubes) during exercise, including at home as soon as we get the prescription from Dr. Hardin, to keep his levels up. He also had an EKG on Friday and is currently wearing a Holter Monitor (a 24-hour EKG) to watch his heartrate and ensure that his activities are not putting any undue strain on his heart. We'll have the results from the EKG today and from the Holter sometime later this week. Be praying that everything is normal.

In the midst of all of that, we continue to enjoy our puppy, prepare for our Wedding Celebration on June 6, 2009, and live as much of a normal life as possible (went on our first official date since January to see Slumdog Millionaire on Monday - so good!). We are getting more sleep, getting out of the house almost every day, and GRADUALLY cutting down on the number of pills that we have to put in Dave's pill boxes every week (the multi-colored array was getting a little dizzying, both for me as I assembled it and for him as he took it).

I'm sure I've missed some huge pieces of our last two weeks, but hopefully, you feel at least slightly back in the loop. When I start getting messages from my dad's family from Montana asking if we are okay (which happened last night), I know it's been far too long since I updated the blog. To think positively, though, you know that you never want to go back to the days when daily - or even hourly - updates were necessary. The glass is always half full... :-)

Thanks for continuing to check in and walk alongside us (if only electronically) as each day we take more steps toward ending this blog forever. :-)

Love and prayers from all of us...

Update #163

Meet Baza. :-) There are benefits to having a friend who is a professional photographer - thanks Cheryl! Small plug because she's so great to us and will be doing our wedding celebration party thing in June - go check out her site at http://www.cherylweaverphotography.com/.

Be praying - we went for Dave's Ortho follow-up on Monday, and there is a small chance that he has a bone infection in his femur. Dr. Archdeacon didn't seem overly concerned, but the bone biopsy showed a small amount of a bacteria that normally only shows up on the skin. Not a problem on its own, but the incisions where Dr. Archdeacon removed the old rod and inserted the new one are red and slightly infected (the other incisions are fine), which means that the infection may have come from the old rod itself when it was removed and rubbed on the skin (does that make any sense?). Anyway, Dave is on some pretty intense antibiotics, and if the redness around the incisions doesn't clear up by Friday, back to the doctor (and potentially back to the hospital) we go.

More soon...

Update #162

We are home. Sorry for not posting sooner.

Monday kicked off with PT and OT, including stairs to be sure that Dave would be able to get into the house. It took almost 45 minutes to get up and down two steps, but he made it, so home we went, carrying presciptions for Oxycodone, Valium and long-acting Morphine. The Oxy quickly morphed into Percocet when we realized that every pharmacy in the state of Ohio has Oxy on back order from the manufacturer - is that even possible? - and the combo is helping to keep Dave's pain around a 5. Hopefully, it will continue to subside in the next few days - follow-up with Dr. Archdeacon, the Orthopedic Surgeon, on Monday.

Aside from the pain, we are good, and it is great to be home. Baza seems to have survived the weekend without us (although I think our roommate Rachel may need a few days to recover from puppy-sitting), and we are being spoiled with homemade meals from people from our church for the next few days (yeah for a few more days before Dave realizes that I can't cook).

Praises for a successful surgery, and prayers for the pain to disappear. Love from both of us...

Update #161

One more night. :-(

Dave's still struggling with the pain and can't put any weight on his right leg. The doctors started the discharge process again today, but we knew that even if we could get help getting into the car today, getting out of the car and into the house would be nearly impossible if he can't put weight on his leg. So we're staying.

It's a setback, and we are definitely ready to go home, but we also want to make sure that we will be able to function on our own once we get there, which would not have been the case today. So, more TV, more relaxing, more prayers that tomorrow will be better.

I reread the past couple of posts, and they sound pretty negative and down. Please know that we are doing well and our spirits are still fine. We know this is just one more step in the journey with a few unexpected bumps, and this too shall pass. For now, we're just trying to enjoy another quiet evening and looking forward to getting home soon.

"And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." This verse, Romans 8:28, is our theme with the middle schoolers this spring and one I have been reading and studying and meditating on for weeks. Sometimes, God likes to give very clear reminders what it means to believe what I teach. I remember back in the ICU, not too long after Dave woke up, he and I were talking about the amazing plan that God must have for him - for us - as a result of his accident. His response? "I hope so. And I can't wait to see what it is." Amen to that.

Still trusting, hoping, and looking toward the good. Love and prayers from both of us...

Update #160

Dave's miserable.

I wish there were a better way to say it, but "miserable" is the reality right now.

I think we may have underestimated how much it hurts to shove steel into bone; I know we underestimated how much of a tolerance Dave's body has built up to painkillers. The combination of those two factors has left Dave anywhere from a six to a nine on the 10-point pain scale for more than 28 hours. Yesterday evening was Oxycodone and Morphine. Last night was long-acting Morphine, Oxycodone, IV Dilaudid and Valium, plus two sleeping pills and interruptions from nurses every two hours for "refills." Today is IV Dilaudid, Dilaudid pills and long-acting Morphine. And Dave is still in pain.

With a resemblance far too close to life in the ICU, it took fifteen minutes to get him out of bed and into a chair today and another ten later this afternoon to move to his wheelchair. And every movement sends shocks of pain through his whole leg.

Needless to say, we're spending another night at UC. According to the Ortho attending today, the pain should go down by 50% within 36 hours, so hopefully by tomorrow morning...

Please be praying. One night away from home almost sounded relaxing. Two nights in a hospital is all too much of a reliving of so many other nights lying awake waiting for the pain to go away, a situation with which we are all too familiar and of which we are getting pretty tired.

Update #159

UT's Orthopedic Surgeon - spitting image of Christopher Reeve's Superman

UC's Orthopedic Surgeon - spitting image of Sean Astin somewhere between Rudy and Samwise Gamgee.

Sorry, when you've spent as much time in hospital waiting rooms as I have, you find unique ways to amuse yourself. And the name of Dr. Archdeacon's (UC) celebrity twin has been plaguing me for weeks.

Anyway, Dave's surgery went great. Pins and rod removed, biopsy taken, rod and pin inserted. And - who's the greatest wife ever? - I even asked Dr. Archdeacon to call the nurse to have her save the old rod and pins for Dave when he wakes up. If either of us is wearing unique "jewelry" at the wedding celebration in June, you'll know where it came from. :-)

The surgery has an 85% success rate for healing femur fractures, and considering the improvement in Dave's strength, mobility, nutrition and overall health since the last try, Dr. Archdeacon is pretty confident Dave will be among the successes.

An hour till I get to see him, so I'm off to get some lunch. More soon!

Update #158

Dave just went back to surgery. The procedure should take two hours - put him under, remove the old rod and pins, bone biopsy, place the new rod and pin (only one this time) - with another hour in recovery before I can see him. Dave's words before they wheeled him away? "I wonder who I need to talk to about keeping the old rod and pins." This is why I love him. I'll post once I hear something.

Update #157

So I'm a horrible person. Okay, not horrible person, just horrible blogger.

Yes, it's been more than two weeks since the last Dave Update. And honestly, in the midst of doctors' appointments and laundry and...well, we'll get to that last "and" in a minute.

First, after asking for prayer for Caleb, I feel awful for not telling you sooner that he is doing fine. The surgery went well, and he was home recovering after only two days in the hospital. The whole fam came over for dinner the other night, and not only is he one of the cutest babies ever, he is also one of the happiest and more normally developing I have ever met, so from my expert medical perspective, at least, the surgery was a success. :-)

As for Dave, things are picking up again, so much so, in fact, that you may actually get more than one post every two weeks. First, Dave moved his foot! Yes, I know, I thought we were past the updates on "mundane" tasks too, but remember foot drop? The EMG that said Dave had no nerve activity in his left shin, which was making it impossible for him to flex his foot toward his face? Yeah, he flexed his foot. We were at the Podiatrist's office the other day, and while we were waiting for Dr. Adams to come in, Dave was dangling his feet from the exam table, so I asked if he could flex his left foot. And he did! Talk about surprised! He did it again and again, but I have to admit that in our disbelief, I actually waited until Dr. Adams came in and asked her to confirm that Dave was, in fact, moving his foot before I actually believed that the foot drop might be getting better (pretty sure she thinks I'm crazy now...).

The reason that Dave was visiting the Podiatrist, by the way, is because on top of everything else, he has ingrown toenails. Lucky him. So, after a minor toenail clipping didn't solve the problem, he had the pleasure of having an ingrown toenail procedure that, fortunately for you, I can't describe in detail because even after everything that I have held Dave's hand through in the past eight months, and after everything he has experienced, neither he nor I could watch what the doctor did to his feet without getting nauseated. Yeah, we're wusses.

Hmm...how does that song go again? The foot bone's connected to the toe bone, the toe bone's connected to the thigh bone...maybe I need to check my anatomy book. Anyway, moving up from Dave's feet...well...he's having surgery on his femur again. After more than eight months with the rod and pins in place to fix the fracture, Dave's leg still hasn't healed. The description from Dr. Archdeacon, Dave's Orthopedic Surgeon? "Because the fracture hasn't healed, the rod could break. It doesn't generally happen in the first year, but it does happen, and if it breaks, the surgery is a whole lot harder. So you could wait a few more months..." I think we'll go with surgery. Anyway, assuming Dr. Muskat, his Trauma Surgeon, agrees that the surgery would be a good idea, he's scheduled for Friday at noon. The surgery will last approximately two hours and involves removing the current rod and replacing it with a new, larger rod that should help stimulate healing. The procedure does include an overnight at UC, but Dave will be up on his leg again as soon as he wakes up. Pretty incredible if you ask me. Hopefully, the new hardware will also help to resolve the residual pain he is experiencing in his leg and hip.

Finally, the "and" that I mentioned above - because we don't have enough going on already, Dave and I got a puppy. A word of warning in hindsight: if you aren't prepared to get a puppy today, don't start "casually browsing" the Pets section on Craig's List. His name is Baza, affectionately named for the 135 tubes of cream that we have used to protect the skin around Dave's wound, and he is adorable (we might be a little biased, but he did get a lot of attention at PetSmart where we stopped to get food on the way home). He is half beagle, that much we know. The other half is unknown, although he has the coloring of a rottweiler...good thing he has small paws or we could have a monster on our hands. Anyway, for any animal lovers out there, we will gladly post pictures soon. For anyone who turns green at sappy pet owners who coo about how cute their animals are...well, we'll still post the pictures, but you can ignore them...or post mean comments about them if you prefer. :-)

So I think that's the long and short of the past two weeks. Caleb is doing well, Dave is having surgery, and our puppy has to pee. I should go take care of that...

By the way, Sarah already texted me to let me know that she will be at the hospital with me on Friday. Maybe one day, she and I will get to hang out somewhere other than a waiting room. Keep praying!

Update #156

I can still remember the look on every single person's face that I encountered during those first few hours.

It's 4:00 a.m., ironically (and I just realized this), the time that my friend Sarah and I finally arrived in Knoxville that night, and I just woke up from...can you call it a nightmare when you know that it ends well? A reliving, perhaps, of those first few hours. I can see vividly the look on Dave's friend Tommy's face when we finally found him in the waiting room, when he told us that Dave was out of surgery. I can hear Dave's parents' voices when I called them on their drive down to pass on the news, not knowing they already knew what I was about to hear. Dr. Tummers, who drew the short straw and had the unfortunate job of telling me that Dave wasn't going to make it, and Teresa, the nurse who gave me tissues and walked with me and Sarah to see him for possibly the last time.

I remember rounding the corner to his room, that first sight. I was afraid to touch him, trying not to throw up, trying to keep my legs underneath myself. And then holding his hand, standing by his bed, kneeling by his bed for so long. Trying to pray, then finally finding the only words I could think over and over and over - His Spirit, His will, His peace...

I remember Donna, Dave's night nurse for the first week, letting us stay so long past visiting hours - she did so many times that week - then gently telling Sarah that she needed to get me to leave so the nurses could change shifts.

That's when I woke up - today, not then. Then, it was a bad dream that wouldn't end. And today - today, I let my thoughts continue to wander through it all, all over again. Dave's parents and sister arriving, walking with them through the hell that I had been through already. Doctors. Nurses. Visiting hours that were so short. So many people, visitors, supporters, phone calls. Dr. Tummers is "almost hopeful." Sitting up all night waiting for 5:30 a.m. when I could see him again. The "cardiac episode." Something about "extraordinary measures" and organ donation? The dialysis. The waiting.

As I'm typing this, I can hear Dave breathing. A nice wife would probably leave the room so as not to disturb him. But I'm pretty sure I could sit here and listen to that sound forever. That's one of those sappy things that newlyweds say, right? But in this case...

We've had snow days for the past three days (one of which was actually justified, which in Cincinnati is pretty impressive). And when I woke up to the blanket of white on Wednesday morning, for a moment, everything disappeared - the dressing changes, Dave coughing from his cold, the wheelchair, the crutches, the meds, the stress of the past three weeks out of the hospital - and all I could think of was how glad I am that he is home. This morning, that feeling is magnified a thousandfold. And I just want to sit and listen to him breathe.

Most of this is coming, I know, from the fact that Sarah, who drove with me that night, will be getting up soon to take her five-month-old son to his second brain surgery in just over two months. And for a moment last night, I actually considered not going to sit with her and her husband at the hospital because it was too early and there was too much going on with Dave. Now I am remembering her, six and a half months pregnant, the first person that I called because I knew she would know what to do, driving through the night with me, holding my hand, making phone calls, forcing me to eat, sleeping on the floor at the hospital so I wouldn't be alone...

If you think of it today, pray for Sarah, her husband Ben, their daughter Abby, and their little son Caleb. They've spent so much more time in the hospital than any family should, and I know they could use the extra support today. And in the midst of that prayer, thank God that Dave is home. There are still so many things to pray for, but for today, that's the only one that matters.

A few more minutes to enjoy the sound of Dave breathing. Then, I'm going to take a shower. I have a friend who needs me to sit at the hospital with her.

Update #155

I promise that even with the disclaimer about a few missed days here and there included in my last post, I never intended to go a week and a half with no updates. I fear, however, that I may have made our "abnormal normal" life seem a little more routine than it really is. Just to give you a little insight...

1. Dave had a dentist appointment on Wednesday. The entire adventure, which most people could do on their lunch break, took four and a half hours. The appointment itself was thirty minutes, travel forty minutes; the rest was prep time, getting in and out of the car, getting in and out of the office...

2. Dave was a Boy Scout when he was growing up, so he's probably well practiced; I'm learning quickly what the motto "Be prepared" is all about. Everywhere we go, we have two sets of dressing change supplies, towels for any "explosions," handicapped parking pass (which I have forgotten more often than I've remembered it), meds (we actually bought one of those daily med organizers broken into morning, noon, evening and bed for each day to keep track of his 12 meds), crutches, wheelchair, ...

3. I got a cold last week; unfortunately for Dave, I learned about sharing a little too well in elementary school (in other words, Dave now has my cold). Anyone ever go to the doctor on Day 2 of a routine cold? Guess where we're headed tomorrow morning? Because of the condition of Dave's lungs, every small virus could mean something huge for him. Hopefully, his new doctor, Dr. Hardin, can help us take care of it quickly.

4. Perhaps the most difficult part for me - before Dave's accident, getting ready for bed was a 10 minute process: put on PJs, brush teeth, crash. Now, when we say we're "going to bed," we are beginning a potentially two and a half hour process of changing dressings, filling humidifiers, taking meds, adjusting bed angles... On Wednesday night (Wednesday was a rough day overall), Dave's dressing exploded at midnight. In the midst of changing it, a 30 minute coughing fit had him in tears and me (also almost in tears) with my gloved hands over both of the openings in his abdomen so his coughing wouldn't send drainage all over his bed.

This is beginning to sound much more negative than it should (although I must admit that I miss the days when our "abnormal normal" was more about spiked hair and too many piercings and less about bandages and wheelchairs). Aside from the cold, Dave and I are both doing well. We're getting unpacked (one box per day), settling into a routine, eating healthy meals, sleeping a fairly normal amount, and continuing to relish being out of the hospital. We've enjoyed "Fish Fry Night" with his old roommate Chris and our friend Todd (our kitchen still smells like the "Seafood Medley" that Chris wanted to try) and even a couple of trips to the mall to meet friends for lunch and pick out tuxes for Wedding Part II (or whatever we're calling June 6th these days).

On Friday, Dave switched from in-home care (for nursing, PT and OT) to outpatient care, which will happen once again through the Drake Center (although we may be able to do some of his appointments at a location in West Chester - five minutes from home - instead of Cincinnati - 20 minutes from home). During our appointment with the outpatient Wound Care Team at Drake on Friday, the nurse and doctor both said that Dave's wound is progressing well and that we are doing a good job away from the hospital...phew! :-)

One really cool story: the church where I work has been amazingly supportive throughout the past seven months even though many of the people praying for Dave there had never even met him. Last Sunday, Dave made his first post-accident venture to WellSpring (the church) and got a standing ovation when he came through the door. My middle schoolers surrounded him as if he was a celebrity, and our pastor brought us up to the front of the church in the middle of worship to give everyone a visible reminder that God is still alive and working miracles. For anyone who doesn't know Dave, he's not a super center-of-attention kind of guy, so I think it was a little overwhelming for him, but we were both blown away once again by the support and love we have felt from so many people through this whole process. Emotionally draining, but a visible reminder for us that God is still alive and expressing His love through His people.

I think this was longer than I had intended, but our youth activities at church are canceled for the evening because of the snow, and Dave and I are enjoying a rare quiet Sunday with time to reflect...and blog. :-) But now, my rambling ends - I'm off to make my husband some chicken noodle soup. More soon...

Update #154

Never thought I would marry a high maintenance man. Dave certainly keeps us both running around! :-) Good thing it will end (at least he keeps promising it will) once he has surgery.

Speaking of surgery, we met with Dr. Muskat, Dave's surgeon, on Monday afternoon (the reason that I never posted again). We were hoping he would say that Dave was ready for surgery soon, but for as optimistic as we both are, we've seen his wound heal and change enough in certain areas to know what it probably should look like everywhere before the doctors go in to fix his fistula, and as we expected, it just isn't there yet. Dr. Muskat is impressed with Dave's progress, but he estimates at least two more months before we will be back in the hospital for what we hope will be his last major surgery.

In some ways, for as frustrating as the dressing changes can be, I think we both know that the break will be nice. The insanity of last week with his move, the excitement of the wedding on Saturday and the combination of the past seven months of...well, everything actually makes me look forward to having a routine, for as odd as that routine will be. And yesterday was the first day that it felt like we got close. Dave's nurse came in the morning to do some blood work, then I actually went to my office (crazy!) to catch up on some youth ministry stuff. We ordered a washer and dryer (we know we'll need it for all of Dave's dressing supplies - and all of my clutziness) then spent the afternoon organizing papers and medical bills and filling out disability insurance information. I headed out to the grocery store when PT and OT stopped by to do their evals on Dave. Then, we actually sat down to dinner at the kitchen table, hung out with our friend Todd, and closed out the night by watching TV. All of those mundane details are the things that make me scratch my head about bloggers - "Why would you share all of that, and why would anyone else want to read it?" - but I think Dave and I are both really starting to appreciate the calm, the ordinary, the quiet.

It's 10:00 a.m., and Dave's still sleeping, so I guess I should go try to wake him. The blogs will continue, but if we miss a few days, know that I'm just sparing you the boring details of what may soon start to feel like ordinary life. At one point, things as simple as brushing teeth were huge milestones for Dave. Now, the only excitement in that act is arguing about the best way to squeeze the toothpaste tube. :-) Quiet is good.

Update #153

With so much going on over the past week, it actually seems cruel that I haven't posted. Please believe me, though, when I say that the short update I posted last Wednesday was the only free time we had between when Dave moved home on Tuesday and this morning. Let me try to fill you in...

The move Tuesday went really smoothly. We got all of the new "toys" (hospital bed, shower chair, crutches, wheelchair, etc.), supplies, prescriptions, contact numbers and advice that we needed on Tuesday morning and early afternoon then headed for home. On the way, we stopped to get Dave's twelve medicines and some necessities for life outside of the hospital (including a vibrating lumbar support cushion for his wheelchair - okay, not a necessity, but so comfy!), then drove to the house, where Dave's dressing immediately exploded all over the living room - welcome home!

The next two days were filled with dressing changes, unpacking, dressing changes, doctor appointments...did I mention dressing changes? Replace each of those "dressing changes" in that last sentence with "laundry that resulted from dressing changes" since Dave and I don't have a washer and dryer yet (guess what our first major purchase will be?), and you'll understand how Den and Cherie spent Dave's first week at home.

Oh, and by the way, did we mention that we got married on Saturday? For anyone who missed the post in the blog a ways back (and who has since gotten on Facebook and felt utterly confused at the photos of the wedding you missed), Dave and I decided to bump up the wedding to this past Saturday so we could start our new life together as soon as he got out of the hospital (okay, so he moved a few days early, but we were close). If you missed that post, though, you also missed the fact that the ceremony was very small and quick, and we are still planning a HUGE party for June 6th to celebrate the wedding and Dave's recovery, so please don't feel left out.

So back to the update... Add to the dressing changes getting a marriage license, meeting with Steve and Bryan (who married us), getting Dave's hair cut, picking out clothes, ordering food, and TWO CHRISTMASES (since neither of us got to celebrate Christmas with our siblings), and we had a pretty busy week.

Friday was Christmas #1 (Heckel) and Christmas #2 (Lund), as well as some time with my matron of honor and her family, and - you guessed it - more dressing changes.

Speaking of, Dave just woke up and needs his dressing changed, so I'll finish the update later. If you want to see some pics from the wedding that I'll tell you about later, go on Facebook and look at my profile (Kendahl Lund) - our friend Jennifer already has some great snapshots up.

More coming soon!

Update #152

Dave is home! We did make it. Sorry for the lack of update, but between moving his stuff in last weekend, moving him in yesterday and getting ready for the wedding on Saturday, we haven't had much of a chance to take a deep breath. Even now, we're on our way out to get a handicapped parking sticker, so you'll have to wait on the details of the move. But he is home, and we're doing well. More later!