Thinking Thankful Thoughts.
Tonight I've emptied no less than 6 full liters of bright green bile being suctioned out of my patient's stomach.
Tonight I've had to wake up two doctors who were, shall we say, less than pleased that I would dare disturb their precious slumber.
Tonight I've called the pharmacists, pharmacy techs and all of their collective mothers many bad names in my head, because saying them out loud would be highly unprofessional (although it would feel OH SO RIGHT).
Tonight I've disposed of two full 8oz cups of expectorated chewing tobacco which, except for the color, was in no other way significantly different from the aforementioned bile.
Tonight I learned that the very affectionate and attentive husband of my favorite patient is also ill. He has pancreatic cancer and is enduring double doses of weekly chemotherapy. They traveled from Alabama for him to be treated at a very highly esteemed cancer clinic down the road. Median survival time for this devastating form of cancer is 4-17 months. He told me that his wife is his "angel", describing himself as her "official feet warmer for the past 40 years". Since her surgery, he has been here to care for her every need, day and night. He massages her neck and spoon feeds her ice chips. He sleeps in a tiny chair next to her bed, but I use the term "sleep" very loosely because he actually remains awake most of the time, just in case his wife might need something in the middle of the night.
Tonight I watched them pray together, and I watched them genuinely smile and laugh with one another. I watched the exchange between two people who truly need one another while simultaneously giving all of themselves to the other. Perfect symbiosis.
Tonight I have a better understanding of the meaning of the word H O P E and I've realized, maybe for the first time, just how much I have to be thankful for.
Here's to learning important life lessons at the most unsuspecting moments, from the most spectacular persons, in the most unusual ways. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
You know, most people would look at your patient and her husband and what they are enduring and what they have to look forward to and think "What have they got to be thankful for?" But you know.
Thank you for this, Spoonie. Have a lovely Thanksgiving.
Oh...and is there really such a thing as mentholated vaginal lube? Ouch!
Here's a hug for all those folks suffering on...
Happy Thanksgiving, thanks for sgaring that wonderful story with us.
Thanks for that story.
I wish them well and I hope that their love lives on.
How kind is that man.
I wasnt to be just like my grandparents. When one of them would walk into the room, the other one's face would light up...even when the other one was just gone to pee.
I laughed, I gagged. And I gagged again. Then I cried a little, and finally I smiled.
Love you, spooniebreath.