I’m a nurse. What’s your superpower? – Unknown

Nursing is one of the fine arts: I had almost said ‘the finest of fine arts. – Florence Nightingale

I’m back from my procedure at Sequoia Hospital, uncomfortable but otherwise fine. The doctor said everything went well. The cancer tumor was small, and he thinks he got it all. Hopefully, we will get word by Friday that I am cancer-free.

Whoopsie Daisy!

Last night, my – I’m not sure what to call it, I’ll say drainline* – drainline clogged up with blood clots, and we ended up in the Sequoia emergency room at about two…it was not fun. But we got back home a little after three, slept to about noon today, it is a beautiful, clear day, and I feel much better (despite the Trump Administration running amok in LA). Poor Michele is taking the brunt of this.

The visit to ER was shocking for two reasons. One, it took much less time and hassle than we expected, and two, it is – apparently – much more common than I would have thought. The nurse said that he was just going to replace the drainline because it was much easier and faster than trying to muck around and replacing catheters was the favorite part of his job.

*Michele says that it is a catheter (I knew that). Michele, who is much less sanguine than me, also says: “When we left the hospital the catheter tube had big blood clots in it and the nurse said that it was ok, ‘tap the tube, and they come loose’. Well, that worked for awhile. Before  I started getting ready for bed, while Steve wanted to stay up a bit longer, I suggested I help him empty the catheter bag, and started  thinking it was weird it wasn’t filling up. Got him to drink more water. That eventually caused him to pee more, but, oops, it wasn’t flowing down the tube, it was squirting out of a port on the tube. After I crimped that off then he started peeing around the tube.  I did what I could to tape a bunch of gauze on him to catch the leakage and by the time did all that and cleaned up the mess and covered the seat of our new car with towels and plastic, we headed to the ER  got to there at around 1:30. Steve had me call ahead so they were prepared and it was lightening fast, but still, it was 3 am by the time we got back home. Then I couldn’t really fall asleep until about 6 because, by then, the catheter was filling up quickly and I was worried (unnecessarily it turns out) it would overflow. Now I need to run to the pharmacy to pick up the pain pills they should have prescribed in the first place.”