HOSPITALS AND APPENDICITIS, PART TWO...

I spent the entirety of New Year's Eve crying. I had such an intense fear of 2016 being a repeat of 2015, in where my husband fell seriously ill and would be in the hospital at the beginning of this year just as he had at the beginning of last year. I tried to think positive, but it something inside of me knew...

And then it happened. My poor, sweet husband called me on Monday, January 19th, fifteen minutes after I arrived at work and told me he was going to the emergency room. Thankfully, I work with people who were understanding and cooperative. I left work immediately and went with him. We were there for an hour, and they sent us home saying “there was nothing they could do for him” since we were supposed to be seeing a specialist that Friday.

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The next morning I had to call the ambulance to take him to the hospital. He was admitted for five days and underwent a ton of testing. His final diagnosis: abscess, fissure, bleeding, and appendicitis...again. My husband had already been in the hospital for three days, less than a year before, for appendicitis. After they had cleared up the infection last year, we were told that “his appendix had ruptured to the point of nothing being left, so there was no point in doing surgery.” And the chance of reoccurrence of any kind was less than five percent. Well, this year they had it again, and this time he finally got surgery. I asked his doctor this year if it appeared to have ever ruptured, and she said no, and that she believed he had been suffering from acute appendicitis for the entire year. So, yeah...there’s that...

After he was released and we saw her outside of the hospital, I thanked her for continuing to help figure out what is going on with my husband and she told me that he is too young to give up on. About a week and a half after he had been home, he had to go in for an outpatient procedure because his abscess had developed a fistula. He is also currently waiting to see another specialist in April to discuss the possibility of him having Crohn's Disease.

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I’ve been lucky enough to be with him almost 24/7 and to be able to care for him this entire time. He will still be off work until April and then will probably return on a part-time schedule. He has overcome three of his issues, but it still trying to recover and heal from the abscess. That’s going to take awhile, but I have loved being able to be with my wonderful husband for the past month and a half. Before he wound up going to the hospital, he worked three weeks straight with no days off and eighteen-hour workdays. I had told him he was going to work himself to death, but I didn’t expect him to take me seriously!

Needless to say, the overwhelming feeling I had on New Year's Eve came true. It broke my heart that it happened again and that my husband was so much sicker this time again too. My anxiety has been all over the places. While he was in the hospital, I had done very well and made it through the long twelve hour days we spent there (my mom took off work to be with me the entire time!), without freaking out, crying, or becoming irrational. I knew I had to be steady and logical during this time because not only did I have to be strong for him, but I also knew there were important decisions that I, as a wife, had to make with him. The only time I lost it was when I was told he had appendicitis again - I became so enraged that I started shaking uncontrollably. It wasn’t until we got home that I would up having any anxiety attacks or needing to take some medicine...probably because the urgency of everything that was going on had caught up with me once we were able to slow down.

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My husband has done beautifully during this time. Although he as struggled physically and mentally, he is such a fighter and continues to be a positive light in this world. He likes to joke that before he came to Earth, he chose “expert” level in Heaven for his life (referencing to video games when you can decide how tough you want the game to be). He’s put me through the ringer these past few years... ;P But I’m happy to say that despite the depressing medical bills we’re going to be getting, we are absolutely, positively 100% still taking our much needed and much deserved, vacation to Walt Disney World in October. There is no way that that trip will ever be canceled!

Here’s hoping that after all this is over, my husband is good for, like, the next seventy years. He’s certainly paid his dues at this point! We want to thank everyone for their continued prayers, support, and pixie dust during this time! It’s been another crazy year for us, but it has strengthened our marriage and made us closer in more ways than I could ever imagine. And for that, I am thankful. He is honestly my true love and my best friend...for better or worse, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer. Those words ring even truer now than they did almost three years ago when we said our vows.

(Check out part one of this crazy medical drama here).

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