This is hopefully the last installment in this sad series I have been posting about my husband's medical misadventures this year. Those of you who may have kept up with the sorry saga probably already know way more about his internal plumbing than you ever wanted to.
One week ago today, one week to the hour as I type, Dan had surgery to "take down" his sigmoid colostomy and restore normal bowel function. It has been simultaneously wonderfully psychologically uplifting, and terribly physically debilitating. He has (we have) longed for this return to normalcy ever since just short of a year ago when he first had to have the emergency colostomy to keep from bleeding to death. But is was the second major surgery in a year on a man in his early seventies, and it has kind of just beaten the crap out of him. Monday he gets the staples removed, and hopefully a fair amount of his discomfort will then go away.
Bowel function is as they told us to expect: gassy, liquidy, and very frequent. He has repeatedly discovered that at this stage there is no such thing as just a fart, and every fart will have a liquid component. The doc says all of that should normalize in the next few months. Already, just a week into his surgical recovery, he is visibly stronger.
Last evening we cried. We lay in bed side by side in each others arms and just cried long healing sobs of gratitude, joy, relief, and appreciation. The kittens couldn't figure out what was going on. We are battered, bloody, scarred, and the experience has changed our lives. But we have at long last escaped the house of horrors and are successfully fleeing back to a life as we once knew it.
Thank all of you so much for the prayers and your morale support.