I’m going to nickname 2018 as the year of Kangaroo since I feel that we have bounced from one medical emergency to the next. Our first visit to the ER was with Eric and a bowel obstruction. Eric ended up with a resection and a week in the hospital. Second, came my father and his heart attack. This resulted in an angiogram, stent placement, and a Watchman procedure…followed by a second ER trip for Atrial Fibrillation. In the middle of my father’s hospital visits came my Sister-in-Law’s heart attack in Yuma. We are now bookending the heart attacks with a second round of GI issues…but with my son this time. I have now spent time in three San Diego hospitals in the past four months. Scripps La Jolla may have the best food but I like coffee at Sharp Memorial. Grossmont Hospital is my current second home. I like that there is a Starbucks and a Panera within walking distance.
This was all happening while my daughter-in-law struggled with pre-eclampsia and delivered my grandson three weeks early. He is beautiful and both mother and baby came away healthy. They are in North Carolina and while my original plans to visit were postponed due to our latest emergency, I’m getting ready to head out there next week.
Other things that I am grateful for during my Kangaroo bounce:
- My family members have been taken care of by some phenomenal doctors and nurses. I have had very few episodes where I felt the need to be the squeaky wheel. If I have made a squeak, the issue was promptly resolved.
- So far, everyone has walked away from their emergency and resumed their life. My son is still in the hospital but he’s looking good and looks like he will come away without any permanent issues.
- My job has been exceedingly understanding of me bouncing in and out. My faculty have picked up whatever I needed and haven’t held it against me (as far as I know!)
- I feel that this year has allowed me to learn perspective with my workaholic nature. I work hard…and then I leave. I have stopped feeling the need to be at work from 6am to 8pm at night. Everything is getting done and I’ve realized that it doesn’t need to be me doing it. I feel healthier and more balanced.
I sat next to my son’s bed last night and we watched Jumanji. I don’t know why I love the new version but I’ve seen it about five times. My favorite line is from Kevin Hart. “We’ve always only had one life, man!” One life. Ups and Downs and Kangaroo bounces. This year have been crazy but I will remember it as the year when I learned what was important. It is the year that my respect for my fellow care providers became even more enhanced. I will remember it as the year that I felt resilient.
I’m going to not try to remember that we are only eight months in and we have four months left to finish out the year. Who knows what comes next? I’m looking for the year of the sloth next year…slow moving and relaxed. Or maybe the year of the panda – cute, cuddly and unstressed.
What type of year are you having?