Feeding Tube Surgery

Wednesday morning, October 23rd, started off bright and early with a 6:30 am arrival at the hospital. Anyone who knows me realizes these are the most dreaded days of my life. Procedure days are hard enough but surgery days are very challenging with the increased level of medications required. I would rather be in a shark cage than have any kind of surgery. I have had too many complications over the years and know full well what typically happens to me. The prayer warriors across the nation were already awake and warmed up. We begin to see the effects right away beginning with hitting every single light green for the 14 mile trip!

Today when we walked in the waiting room it was already full, the complete opposite of two weeks ago.  As I walked down the hallway filled with busy medical staff dashing from place to place, I thought about the old Aesop’s Fable “The Tortoise and the Hare”. I was feeling particularly weak and frail, today was day 4 with no food of any kind. I was thinking how I must look like the turtle among all the busy rabbits racing around me.

I was called back in right away by a short, older, African-American woman. She gave me her name but honestly my mind was preoccupied. She took me back to get me ready and she vowed to call my family back once we were done prepping for surgery. She had a beautiful light in her eyes, smile that lit up her face, and she was radiant. As she began to start my IV she began to hum a familiar tune. I love music and I love when medical people hum or sing while they are working, it instantly puts me at peace. The OB doctor I had with my son, Game Boy, always sang. That man could sing like the best jazz or gospel recording artist. He could give you bad news and you would still have a smile on your face.   My current dentist, who is THE best dentist ever, hums and sings when he is working too. When you go there it’s like a little party broke out, how many people can say that about their dentist? As I listen to my nurse sing, I recognized the tune as a hymn. As if she could read my mind, she said “I hope you don’t mind my singing, I just love to praise my Jesus”.  Mind? Sing it, and sing it loud enough for both of us because with this swollen throat I can’t join you. Oh, what a beautiful morning we had. When she was finished and called back my family to come back and a familiar face walked in. It was Yvette, my recover nurse from two weeks ago, who took such good care of me and already knew all my complicating factors. What a joy to learn she would be taking care of me again. The morning was really looking up. I knew my doctor would take excellent care of me but there was still one wildcard and it was the biggest factor of how my 1-2 week would be, the dreaded anesthesia. A nurse anestitist and medical student soon arrived on the scene. He had already read up on my last several surgeries, my disease, extensive drug allergies, notes of past complications and knew exactly what to give me. He laid out his plan for me and I was so thankful to learn they could do the procedure without any general painkillers, one of my biggest nemesis.

The surgery went well, I was fully awake and alert in recovery and more importantly, I was not sick at all. With in an hour I was being discharged, which even broke the record from two weeks earlier. We made it home with no car sickness and the rest of the day was spent watching tv and visiting with my parents, Beauty and The Businessman took time off to hang out with me.

I was advised not to use my shiny new peg tube for four hours then only water for the rest of the day. I could give it a test drive in the morning. When you are on a feeding tube, you can not just put regular food in it. One of the purposes of a feeding tube is to provide basic nutrition when normal food is not an option for some reason; in my case allergic reaction. The formula that goes into the feeding tube is called enteral food. It is a medical version of  Boost or Ensure, but is much more immune system friendly. Enteral food is not made to be palatable so there is no added flavoring, colors, or anything but just vitamins, minerals, and nutrition. Enteral food can not be purchased in the stores, you have to get it from the home health company that provides your feeding pump, bags, bandages and other items needed to care for your tube. My new home health company, Vital Systems of Oklahoma,  delivered my enteral food that night so we would have it ready for the next morning’s test.

It turned out to be another great day. That night, as Mr. Hero and I were saying goodnight, tears of joy filled our eyes as we were so thankful for all that God had arranged.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

Matt 6:25-27 NIV