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My mother had brain surgery March 19th at Southeast Missouri Hospital. On a previous doctor appointment the week before, Dr. Gibbs suggested her and my brother to talk to the nuclear medicine doctor at the cancer center for radiation. Upon that visit, without a biopsy to know what they were dealing with, the nuclear medicince doctor, Doctor Miller, didn't want to treat the area, incase it was an infection which the radiation would cause it to be worse. Going back to talk to doctor Gibbs, it was suggested for her to have a biopsy or to have it removed. Mom chose to have it removed, to be cut once.
She had to arrive at the hospital early the 19th for a mapping MRI, which took the about an hour. After that, she was taken to pre-op to prepair her for her surgery. We were told that it would orginally take about four to five hours. My brother went back with her, when he came out, he said the nurse told him that it would be about a two hour proceedure.
The surgery started about 10:30, around 11:30 we got an update that all was going well. When 12:30 came, no phone call, we suspected that they were closing it up. A volunteer came to get us so doctor Gibbs could talk to us. My pastor had been there with my family and some other church memebers had come to pray. What a great comfort.
Doctor Gibbs talked to me and my brother and told us that what was found was a fast growing brain tumor. There was no way it could be beat. He appologized and hoped he had found was different that what it was. Glioblastnoma.. Sounds like a tongue twister game. Doctor Gibbs shook our hands.
His hands where buttery soft. He takes great care of his hands. He has too. He saves peoples lives, changes people's lives with his hands. Later that week, I get a hospital magazine in the mail that features Dr. Gibbs. The feature talkes about his love of cooking, his family and God. The same love as my mother. I have a fondness of my mother's hands as well. While growing up, I would look at her hands and fingers as she wrapped her arms around me. My mother has beautiful hands. My mother also changed people's lives with her hands.
My mother was taking to the ICU. I was prepared to see how she could have looked. It took a couple of hours for them to move her there. I was one of the first ones to see her after surgery, and my older brother Jim. She woke up enough to ask what was found was malignant, I told her no, but I knew better. The nurse was checking her tubes and O2 looked up at me. I had to turn my head away from the both. I just lied to my mother. How could I tell her the truth? How could I be the one to tell her that "Well, yea it was!" How was it that I had to lie to her, knowing that I wanted and needed to comfort her! I did tell her that something was found and that it had to be treated with radiation, she seemed ok with it, but she was still under drugs. When my younger brother went in, she told him that I had told her that it was cancer. No, I didn't tell her!
I finially got home that night around 6. Madison went with me. We had a good time together. She is a good kid. We came the long way home, taking old roads, not for sure where we will end up. We got home anyway.
I went to work Tuesday, Madison had a doctors appointment that afternoon. I had planed on taking Wednesday off and already had Thursday off due to a meeting I had at Cape. Just incase something was to happen, I had everyday planned out and ready for a sub. I knew I would need one for Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. I had Friday planned as well because I didn't want to come back and come up with something, or I may need another sub. I try to plan out my weeks just incase something was to happen.
Good thing I did. I had to do a coupld or errands in town before I left for the hospital. I would call my brother, but no answer. His wife would text me asking me if I had heard from him, I hadn't. I knew that she would get transfered to a regular room that day. I knew what floor, floor 4, neuology. I went to the desk and ask for the room. I went ther, putting my stuff up, getting things ready. I was told that she should be up anytime.
I finally got ahold of my brother, he had spend two nights at the hospital, in the ICU waiting room. It was very fridgid. Jim had to go home. He has COPD and was getting sick. I didn't know that Everett had a stomach virus, he had been in the bathroom almost the entire day. He had not seen Mom on Tuesday. I had went to the ICU waiting room before I went to the 4th floor and didn't see him, I thought she had been taken up.
I got to see Mom in the ICU, she was eating lunch. Chopped turkey and gravy. She took a bite, looked at me and said "I've had better" She wouldn't eat it. We were there a coupld of hours more before they moved her upstairs.
She had to arrive at the hospital early the 19th for a mapping MRI, which took the about an hour. After that, she was taken to pre-op to prepair her for her surgery. We were told that it would orginally take about four to five hours. My brother went back with her, when he came out, he said the nurse told him that it would be about a two hour proceedure.
The surgery started about 10:30, around 11:30 we got an update that all was going well. When 12:30 came, no phone call, we suspected that they were closing it up. A volunteer came to get us so doctor Gibbs could talk to us. My pastor had been there with my family and some other church memebers had come to pray. What a great comfort.
Doctor Gibbs talked to me and my brother and told us that what was found was a fast growing brain tumor. There was no way it could be beat. He appologized and hoped he had found was different that what it was. Glioblastnoma.. Sounds like a tongue twister game. Doctor Gibbs shook our hands.
His hands where buttery soft. He takes great care of his hands. He has too. He saves peoples lives, changes people's lives with his hands. Later that week, I get a hospital magazine in the mail that features Dr. Gibbs. The feature talkes about his love of cooking, his family and God. The same love as my mother. I have a fondness of my mother's hands as well. While growing up, I would look at her hands and fingers as she wrapped her arms around me. My mother has beautiful hands. My mother also changed people's lives with her hands.
My mother was taking to the ICU. I was prepared to see how she could have looked. It took a couple of hours for them to move her there. I was one of the first ones to see her after surgery, and my older brother Jim. She woke up enough to ask what was found was malignant, I told her no, but I knew better. The nurse was checking her tubes and O2 looked up at me. I had to turn my head away from the both. I just lied to my mother. How could I tell her the truth? How could I be the one to tell her that "Well, yea it was!" How was it that I had to lie to her, knowing that I wanted and needed to comfort her! I did tell her that something was found and that it had to be treated with radiation, she seemed ok with it, but she was still under drugs. When my younger brother went in, she told him that I had told her that it was cancer. No, I didn't tell her!
I finially got home that night around 6. Madison went with me. We had a good time together. She is a good kid. We came the long way home, taking old roads, not for sure where we will end up. We got home anyway.
I went to work Tuesday, Madison had a doctors appointment that afternoon. I had planed on taking Wednesday off and already had Thursday off due to a meeting I had at Cape. Just incase something was to happen, I had everyday planned out and ready for a sub. I knew I would need one for Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. I had Friday planned as well because I didn't want to come back and come up with something, or I may need another sub. I try to plan out my weeks just incase something was to happen.
Good thing I did. I had to do a coupld or errands in town before I left for the hospital. I would call my brother, but no answer. His wife would text me asking me if I had heard from him, I hadn't. I knew that she would get transfered to a regular room that day. I knew what floor, floor 4, neuology. I went to the desk and ask for the room. I went ther, putting my stuff up, getting things ready. I was told that she should be up anytime.
I finally got ahold of my brother, he had spend two nights at the hospital, in the ICU waiting room. It was very fridgid. Jim had to go home. He has COPD and was getting sick. I didn't know that Everett had a stomach virus, he had been in the bathroom almost the entire day. He had not seen Mom on Tuesday. I had went to the ICU waiting room before I went to the 4th floor and didn't see him, I thought she had been taken up.
I got to see Mom in the ICU, she was eating lunch. Chopped turkey and gravy. She took a bite, looked at me and said "I've had better" She wouldn't eat it. We were there a coupld of hours more before they moved her upstairs.
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