We were very pleased to find that there is an advanced wound care clinic in our town. Two weeks ago they attached my hubby to a portable "wound vac" device. It's a little computer-controlled air pump that maintains a constant low-pressure on the wound, thereby hopefully keeping all the bleeding on the outside, and letting the hematomas begin to be absorbed. He carries it around like a purse, slung across his shoulder, attached to the wound on his belly with tubing. They change the dressing and empty the canister every 48 hours. So far, very good results. The hyper-granulated tissue in his wound has shrunk to less than half the size it was two weeks ago.
He's feeling better. While much of the rest of America lies buried in deep snow, here in Arizona we are enjoying an early spring. The trees are all blooming, grass is growing, birds are chirping, and the overall pervasive "feeling" of springtime is in the air. I think that has a positive effect on his mood; I know it does mine. Yesterday for the first time in weeks he was able to drive. This morning he got up and instead of the loose sweat-pants he has been wearing for the last year actually put on a pair of jeans! (OMG he has lost so much weight! He was about 215 a year ago, and now at 170 the tightest hole in his belt won't keep his pants up.) He is feeling better all around, and I am daring to say that I think maybe... maybe... he has finally turned the corner. I know I've thought that before, but I am an eternal optimist.
He is still not doing anything resembling a high enema, but he does use the new amber travel bag I bought to keep the bottom few inches of his system poop free and says it brings him much relief. He is still trying to get used to the way his system now works given that it's missing a piece of the sigmoid. Maybe... just maybe... I will soon be able to return to blogging about the joys enemas bring us instead of all this medical crap.
So much gratitude to all who have followed this sad saga and sent encouragement and prayers. Thank you.