I am beyond tired, so please have patience with me for not having updated the website in so long.  I pretty much sleep, go back and forth to the hospital, and eat when I can remember to.  So far, my husband has lost over a hundred pounds with his illness, and I've lost 25 in taking care of him. I'll never complain about anyone being overweight again, it has probably saved both our lives, just having that weight to lose and still survive.

Our life was going along pretty well until last summer when he got overheated a few times at work and ended up with pneumonia.  About the time he recovered and was out of the hospital for that, it was found he had gallbladder problems, so that was removed.  He improved slightly, but soon again weakened and had to go to the emergency room.  Next morning, he sat up on the side of the bed and had an ulcer that broke open (likely due to Naproxen) and he lost most all his blood but was blessed to have a team of doctors who saved his life.  Various problems were found during that time that had been overlooked, and he has been treated for each ever since, including a lymphoma that was caused by Humira (for Rheumatoid arthritis), but it turned out to be easily treatable. Seems like medicines have almost killed him.

He recovers somewhat from each thing, and we begin to think it's over, then something else happens. He is an incredibly strong, gentle, patient man, and continues to fight this.  Every day, I go to him and help him exercise to keep up his strength, while being told by doctors who do not know him, how he may never come back fully from this because he has lost so much muscle tone and strength during recovery.  Many more of their dire predictions came about because of faulty equipment at the hospital, so I have gained a 'reputation' as a complainer, but hey, if I didn't, he would not have the right care. 

Because of his age, doctors tend to make more dire predictions anyway, it's as if once you are past a certain age, they truly think it's not worth their effort.  This makes life MUCH harder to bear, because in both his mind and mine, he WILL recover, his body will heal, and he will come home.  How many times during our lives have we been told something by doctors that turned out to be wrong?  Dozens.  How many times have we seen God's hand in healing?  More than we can count. 

I stand by my husband and continue to fight for him as his advocate.  This means that until somehow he recovers enough to not need constant medical care, I likely will not be sewing for my website readers.


It's sad that these things happen, and that along with recovery, we also have to fight hospitals and insurance rules, etc..  I have fought to get him into a hospital in a larger town that provides more specialists in fields that he needs care, so he can recover faster, but the hospitals seem to block me at every turn.

If I only had to help my husband, it would be difficult enough, but I also have to function under many other hats and spend a lot of time trying to find solutions.  It took me two days once to convince them that his heart wasn't about to go out at any moment as they predicted, because the heart monitor alarmed constantly.  Finally got them to replace the lead set I'd found with the broken wire, and voila, suddenly his heart was fine.

I was told once in ICU that his mind was gone and he'd never be able to communicate again, while his eyes were wildly trying to tell me not to listen to them!  Took days to get a nurse to clean the mucus blocking his throat, and afterward he recited the alphabet and then started counting, to show he was QUITE able to think and communicate.

They refused to hook up his CPAP that I'd brought once he was off the ventilator, so that time, for two days, he lay there saying 'help me' over and over...FINALLY got them to let me hook it up, and he dropped right off to sleep, exhausted, and was much recovered when he woke up. 

Took weeks and weeks to get them to understand their pain medications were something he was having a bad reaction to and get it changed.  He simply is not able to tolerate certain meds that they consider common, he reacts the opposite to them than most do. 

I could literally write a book on things that could actually have killed him if he didn't have an aware advocate nearby. 

Just have two messages I want to leave you with....one is to thank you for your patience, I will eventually be sewing again somehow.  The other is to say that you should never leave a family member alone too long at a hospital, and never just accept what you are told if you have reason to believe it isn't so, doctors are not perfect, they only 'practice' their profession.  There are good ones, and ones that are...less than compassionate.  Same with nurses, there are ANGELS, and there are some who need to go find other jobs. You will quickly learn the difference during a long stay.  I now know what days I can leave on errands and what days I can't even go eat lunch.

Please, please, pray for my husband's recovery and for me to keep strong.  God is in control, we are just doing the best that we can.  I love you all.