The anaesthetist did um and ahh a little pre-op as to whether he was well enough, but then agreed that this might be ‘as good as he gets’ right now, and only going ahead would give him a chance of bouncing back. Going into theatre knowing there is an increased risk involved is our norm. Thankfully, he was stable throughout, and back in recovery, had good O2 sats. After a good amount of morphine, we were back on the ward, and discharged a few hours later (with the caveat that we would need to go back if the bleeding got much worse).
Needing to get back for home IVs, we headed off, only on the A14, he begins to feels sick.... I’m stuck between lanes of traffic and roadworks, so single handedly grab the only thing I can think of, a bag in the back full of his IV drugs I had bought as back up, which spill all over the backseats... he throws up into the bag again and again (all water, as he hasn’t been able to eat) but the action sets off his nose, and the blood starts GUSHING; so there we are, driving along with watery sick and blood pouring out, and he smiles at me, blood smeared across his face, saying ‘I feel so much better now’. We laughed and laughed (because, what else can you do?)...until we realised the bag had a puncture.
We now have recovery; at least another 8 days of IVs, extra steroids (to reduce his inflammation) and post-op quarantine. After that, he deserves a good long stretch of feeling well. Thank you to everyone who has sent messages of support and have been thinking of Isaac. Love you all x x x
15th birthday. Blurry as Isaac prefers.
