Sorry for the long hiatus! I'm sure many of you have been anxious for more news from Japan! I just have not felt up to writing much in the last week and a half due to a very sudden admittance into the Misawa base hospital to have my gall bladder removed!
I was diagnosed with gall bladder disease right before we left Phoenix, so I knew that I would have to have it out at some point here in Japan. However, I was thinking it would take a much longer time to get that organized. Last Monday I went in for a check up and consultation with the general surgeon to find out how I was doing and what he thought our plan of action should be. He asked me A LOT of questions about my digestion, diet, discomfort, etc. Based on the way he was phrasing the questions, and my responses, I started to think he was going to say that my case really isn't that bad and that I didn't need to have it removed at all. But, the conversation shifted abruptly when he said that he had seen my ultrasound and that I do have a lot of stones in there - so the medically responsible thing for him to do is to remove it before my pain gets worse. He also said that there was nothing scheduled for the operating room the next day and that was his scheduled day for duty so - how did 6:15 am the next morning sound? =^O
That was a shock and no mistake! Thankfully they let me use their office phone to call James and see what his opinion was before making that huge decision. He was as shocked as I was, but agreed that doing it that quickly would probably be a good thing so he could be there to take care of me during the worst part of my recovery. So I spent an hour and a half running around the basement of the hospital - filling out stacks of paperwork, having some blood drawn, and talking to the anesthesiologists so we could go over the whole procedure and its possible risks and complications.
By the time I walked out to my car, my head was reeling. Not only did I have the operation itself to worry about, but all of the logistics of finding people to drive me around and take care of me while James was at work. I decided to call our commander's wife Jenn to let her know what was going on and to ask for some help with the planning. She is awesome and always eager to help so I figured she was a good person to go to. She thanked me for calling to let her know and invited me over to her house to talk it all through. She and her husband are both solid Christians so she was a great comfort.
After making sure I was ok and determining all that I would need during my recovery, she got on the phone and started calling all kinds of people who might be available to pick me up from the hospital the next day if James wasn't available, plus 2 back-ups just incase. She also arranged for several people to come over in shifts to sit with me during work days for the rest of the week. Finally, she called the spouse who is in charge of arranging meals to be dropped off when families are in need. By the time I left, we had a solid plan of action for the week. All that was left to do was to pick up several cans of soup and some applesauce on the way home and I'd be set.
Because my check in time was so early on Tuesday morning, James was able to drive me to the hospital and be with me for about an hour before the operation. I was the only patient in the surgical wing so I got a room and bathroom all to myself, and even had my own personal TV to watch while I waited. (Not that that was TOO exciting as it only got the Armed Forces Network, which meant there wasn't much programming to choose from.) About 30 minutes after James left, they wheeled me into the prep room where they hooked me up to an IV and I had an opportunity to ask any last-minute questions before going under. They really did take remarkably good care of me, and I couldn't have asked for a better experience at a normal U.S. hospital.
As it turns out, the unexpected timing of my operation was clearly appointed by God. The surgeon said that he found a large stone that had worked its way down into the neck of the gall bladder and would very soon have started causing a dangerous blockage - something that would have probably landed me in the emergency room in a few weeks if left untreated. It's such a blessing that things worked out the way they did, because not only would I have been in way more pain if we had waited, but it would have complicated the surgery and my recovery would have been even more difficult.
Speaking of great timing, I don't know how he worked it out, but James was able to be there when I woke up back in the recovery room - and he was carrying a gigantic bouquet of flowers! (He likes to go over-the-top when it comes to things like that. :-) I really am SO thankful that he could be there for this because my recovery was a lot more difficult than I was led to believe it would be. The anesthesia made me extremely nauseous on that first day so I was glad he was the one there to hold a bucket for me instead of having to ask one of the wives from the squadron to help me with that kind of stuff. Also, the time when I was in the most pain and needed the most help was at night, so the fact that he was here with me meant I could recover at home instead of needing to sleep over at someone else's house and wake them up multiple times during the night.
I took this picture of James' flowers a few days after the fact
so they're a little wilted...
but as you can see, they were stunning!
I know it was hard on James seeing me in so much pain, and having to juggle caring for me with all of his responsibilities at work. But he did an excellent job and never complained. In some ways I think this was a great period of growth for our marriage because it gave him a taste of what my family and I went through after my back surgery. He said at one point that he understands and appreciates me more than ever, now. =^)
Everyone has been so generous this week. People keep stopping by with all kinds of free food, flowers, books, movies, and anything else that might help keep me entertained while I recuperate. It's been a bit overwhelming, actually. I've had to call several of our neighbors to come help me out of bed in the morning, or to fix me meals, or sit with me while I was feeling woozy. But they've all done it very cheerfully and I am very much indebted to them.
It's now been a little over a week and I'm still not feeling the greatest, but I have made little steps in the right direction every day. I can get myself in and out of bed now - which was a huge obstacle since I can't strain my core muscles without hurting myself. I'm also off of the vicodin, although I'm still taking Motrin every six hours for pain. The bandages were removed from all 4 of my incisions late last week. (They're still being held together with steri strips, though. It'll be a couple more weeks before they really start to disappear.) I can also eat more solid foods now. I limit myself to soft fruits and veggies, whole grain bread and pasta, and very lean, simply cooked chicken though. I do not yet feel ready to tackle dairy products, red meat, or anything very fatty or spicy yet... but hopefully I'll be able to eat more normally in another week or so. Today's big accomplishment was managing to take a shower and put my clothes on without any help. (Well - actually I had a little help from my handy-dandy rubber-tipped cooking tongs. I've been using them in place of a medical "grabber" to help me get things off of low shelves, etc.)
Things that I have yet to accomplish include wearing jeans, bending over, lifting anything heavier than 2 lbs, and driving. There is plenty of time for that, however! Right now I'll be content with the fact that I'm in less pain and able to survive in the house by myself. I've said it a lot over the past week and I'll say it again - God is faithful and will provide all I need and more!!