good friday or gallbladder friday?

Hi y’all. It’s me again.

I know. I’m like that annoying voice in your head. You just can’t shut me up.

Today is a non food-related post, much to your dismay. I’m coming at you live this morning from a hospital waiting room, and writing about food as I planned to do today may make me lose my lunch. Or my breakfast.

Husband went in for gallbladder surgery and a liver biopsy this morning. He was in unbelievable pain that landed him in the ER a few weeks ago, and since then some tests have shown that that pesky little organ isn’t functioning and is making him sick. The bladder of gall must go.

I know it’s a routine procedure. I know that the surgeon performs a million of these a year. And I know that he’s going to be fine.

But there’s that part of me—you women know what I’m talking about—that fears the worst. Maybe something will go wrong. Maybe the anesthesiologist will make a mistake. I watch entirely too much Grey’s Anatomy and Mercy. I read too many tabloids. And what I have learned from said media is that a “routine” surgery can end with the patient getting paddled while Ronnie Miller yells, “he’s coding!”

So instead of the pictures of my fancy-pantsy birthday dinner, I present to you some pictures of our gorgeous Little Bear. Because they’re cute. And because I need to look at that face right now and forget about today.

I realize that I’m being melodramatic. There are much bigger problems in the world and my husband going under the knife is a teeny, tiny blip of routine medicine in the grand scheme of things. But I don’t think that my stomach will stop doing flip flops until my love is in the recovery room and I can hold his hand and kiss his scruffy face.

But my nerves don’t only come from too much coffee, too little breakfast, and too much primetime television. I was once bitten by surgery, so I’m twice shy about it now.

Several years ago my mom went in for a hysterectomy due to uterine cancer. We were waiting in a room just like this one when the surgeon came out to tell us that it had not gone as planned. Her cancer was everywhere. It would require more surgeries. And chemo. And she might not survive it all. I will never forget that moment when the news hit. It was an atomic bomb. The floor turned to quicksand and my feet to jelly and I melted into my chair.

Mom is fine today. She is a survivor of stage 4 uterine cancer, and the strongest person I know. She is watching my Little Bear toddle around her living room as we speak. She has moved on, as we all have, but my gut has never quite recovered from that moment. This is why hospitals make me nervous. This is why I cry when I picture the surgeon cutting into my husband. I was threatened with losing my mom, and the mere thought of losing my husband leaves me short of breath.

If you wonder how my better half feels about this surgery, by the way, he is ecstatic about it. Seriously. Just this morning he performed an “I’m getting my galbladder out” dance and was singing the Top 40 Hit “Adios Gallbladder” in the shower. He’s been joking about planting his gallbladder under our plum tree for weeks. As if I needed another reason to marry this man, his nothing-gets-me-down attitude never ceases to amaze and delight me.

So right now, taking a cue from my sunny, smiling husband, I’m going to get a latte and watch trashy tv in the waiting room. I’m going to act like nothing bad will happen to him ever and that today is just another day.

I’ll update this post later this afternoon when Husband is at home and in bed, resting like a good little patient. Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

-RDG

UPDATE: Whew. All went well with surgery. We’re at home, Husband is drugged up and all is peachy.

Comments

  1. Hang in there Little Tomato! Everything’s gonna be just fine. Maybe splurge a bit and get a pastry too. Could help calm your nerves. While you’re doing that, I think I’ll try the fried rice. :)

  2. Sending happy thoughts your way! I had this op myself a few years ago and I tell ya, I’ve never looked back! Hubs will be fine, he’ll be sore for probably a couple of weeks after, but once he’s recovered he’ll be doing the dance of joy again :D

    I think gallbladders and appendices are evil little critters that should be removed at birth!!

    Cheers :D

    • rainyd01 says:

      Thanks, Mel! He is currently on the couch, remote in hand, painkillers doing their job. I appreciate your kind words :)

  3. Glad everything went as planned! I completely understand your fear of hospitals, as well… a bright and sunny day could turn into a cold a bitter one with a snap of a finger… glad everything is still smiles on your side!

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