Recovery, Day 1

I just finished visiting Jill in ICU. After maybe the worst weekend of our lives (and that's considering that Jill just had brain tumor less than three weeks ago) she is mostly alert and communicating. After a long night and morning awaiting her to come out of sedation, I was grateful to see her. "There's my hubby," she said, peeking out of heroically tired eyes. That was a sweet, soul-satisfying moment. She took special pleasure in ice chips after getting the breathing tube out earlier.

Jill still has a lot of recovering left to do. She is super restless and uncomfortable and she's trying to get oriented to what's happening. I asked if she knows where she is. "A hospital somewhere." And 10 minutes later: "Can we just get out of here?" She said this as she tried to swing her legs off the bed to leave. See, what I mean? Restless. Disoriented. She's got a plastic tube and pouch coming out of her head, collecting excess fluid, in addition to the usual IV lines and oxygen tubes. That should come out in the next few days.

I'm getting exposed to a lot of new medical terms, which no one wants to learn, not even med students, I think. Dr. Zada said they identified the pathogen, a variety I can't recall now. But they will customize some antibiotic cocktail to fight it, in addition to the other stuff that she's on. The nurses and colorful monitors confirm that her vitals are returning to normal.

The last 48 hours have been insane:
Saturday 6 pm: no signs of infection and home eating dinner
Sunday midnight: in ER in Ventura with incredible pain
Sunday 6 am: in ICU in Ventura showing big neurological and cardio problems
Sunday noon: en route to USC hospital via medical transport, with meningitis and blood-born infection
Sunday 6 pm: just out of 2nd brain surgery and in recovery
Monday midnight: under full sedation and in ICU
Monday 6 am: not able to come out of sedation without restlessness (pulling at tubes, etc.)
Monday noon: breathing tube removed
Monday 6 pm: restless, but able answer questions and mostly alert

Right? I-N-S-A-N-E.

Life is fragile.

Here's what's next: Pray for Jill to rest tonight. For her continuing and complete healing. For me and for the kids. For so many who love and depend on Jill.

I've been sustained the last couple of days by 2 Corinthians 1:3–11. Here are a few highlights from this section of scripture:

  • God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort.
  • He comforts us in all our troubles so we can comfort others.
  • For the more we suffer for Christ, the more God will shower us with his comfort through Christ.
  • We were crushed and overwhelmed beyond our ability to endure, and we thought we would never live through it... but as a result, we stopped relying on ourselves and learned to rely only on God, who raises the dead.
  • And you are helping us by praying for us.
  • Many people will give because God has graciously answered so many prayers for our safety.

Thanks for the prayers, friends.

With great love,
David