29 May 2013
I sleep in the dining room:
21 May 2013
Home Sweet Home:
I'm home! Today, I was sent home with a goodie bag of six different prescriptions, including a nasty shot I have to administer into my own stomach every night for the next three weeks. However, I am happy and healthy and home! More later.
20 May 2013
False Alarm:
Lesson number 2: Do not believe everything you hear from your doctors.
19 May 2013
Day Eleven and the Outdoors:
Today, I feel like myself again. This morning, I was detached from the IV. Today, I am taking all my pain pills by mouth. Tomorrow, I am going home.
Today, Dad and I ventured outside. First time outside in eleven days. It's a typical, cloudy Portland day, but the view from the hospital terrace is still beautiful. And I feel beautiful because I had my first shower yesterday.
All in all, things are going well. However, after walking up a flight of stairs and all the way outside, I was exhausted. Frustratingly, I still have a ways to go to recover. But that recovery can be accomplished at home where there is netflix and real clothing. So life is good.
18 May 2013
The Rocky Road to Recovery:
Oh man, "The Rocky Road to Recovery," sounds like the title of a poor-selling self-help book for addicts. Well despite the utterly syrupy nature of my post title today, it's true. One day is smooth sailing and you're owning the oncology ward and the next, you're keeled over in the fetal position in excruciating pain.
That was yesterday. Yesterday's goal was to start managing my pain orally so I can eventually go home. Thus, they stopped the epidural and gave me two doses of oxytocin, two doses of tylenol codeine, and a dose of dilaudid; they did nothing. The pain began to cascade over me as the epidural wore off. I literally thought I was going to die. Never, never have I been in so much pain. I was throwing up; I was crying; I wanted to die. It was not pretty.
Finally, five agonizing hours and three doses later, they ditched the oral pain medication route and put me on IV narcotics with a pain button. It's still a step in the right direction. The goal was to get off the epidural, and I did. I can move without crying, so that's improvement. And I slept through the night and woke up with very little pain--thank you to a continuous flow of dilauded, a personal pain button, and priesthood blessing from Daddy and Jim. I feel great.
However, this means that I'm not ready to go home as soon as hoped. I need more time to heal before I can handle only oral medications. Looks like OHSU will be my home for a few more days.
16 May 2013
Let's get technical:
Speed Racer:
Three times a day, I'm supposed to get out of bed, don a one-size-fits-all hospital robe, unplug my IV cart from the wall, and take a little walk down the hall. Well, less of a walk and more of a very slow shuffle. Good news is, I'm going farther every day! And everyone compliments me on my cat slippers--given, they're adorable.
However today, Dad and I had a small adventure. We walked all the way to the elevators and took a trip to another floor! It was monumental.
I'm getting faster too. I'm nearly speed racing down the hallway, pushing that beeping and buzzing cart in front of me. You know, I'm so good that I think it's time to challenge room 8 to a race tonight. The fact that he fought against Nazis during the second world war doesn't scare me. My stumpy legs can take him.
15 May 2013
Day Six Debrief:
I woke up with sharp pains on the right side and little aid from the pain team.
I threw up.
I was dizzy, nauseous, and grumpy.
Last night, I had a fever of 103.
Despite, the number of people who bustled in and out of my room at 1AM to poke, prod, scan, and collect samples, they still don't know why.
Worst case: infection, but unlikely.
Today is better.
My fever is gone.
The water weight is starting to come off.
New anti-nauseous medication is actually helping.
I feel less pain.
I feel stronger.
I feel more motivated.
13 May 2013
Orchids from Georg:
I received these lovely flowers today, anonymously. The note just said, "Don't cry because I'm gone. - Georg." Very cute, I laughed pretty hard and then had to press my pain button as a result.
This is me publicly saying thank you to whomever. Much appreciated.
Love,
Debbie
12 May 2013
Whipple Surgery update:
08 May 2013
D-day:
Pray for me. Think of me. Text me funny things over the next few weeks, I could use it.
And on a happier note, my sister shared with me the best blog in the entire world: Des hommes et des chatons. Meaning, men and cats. The two most glorious things in the world. Here's a little preview:
And enjoy the rest here: http://deshommesetdeschatons.tumblr.com/
Best wishes and love to all.
07 May 2013
Still Fighting for Women's Lib:
In my grandmother’s bathroom, there is a sign that reads: “a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.” You could say that feminism pumps and pulses through my veins. Two of my grandmothers (I have three) and one of my grandfathers participated in Women Liberation movements in the 1970s. And all three of my grandmothers are strong, independent, and modern. They are women of a generation which believed womanhood meant homemaker, wife, mother, nurse, caretaker, and housekeeper. However, my grandmothers knew that womanhood meant more. They were outstanding homemakers, wives, and mothers, but were also intelligent, strong, ambitious, educated, bold, and compassionate. Humans are endowed with powerful tools for social change; men and women alike. We may have different strengths and weaknesses, but we are not unequal. Our different qualities do not make us inferior—or even superior—to each other, but jointly important. My grandmothers understood that.
The first, Treva, born in 1926, received her first Master’s degree in Psychology in 1963 and her second in Fine Arts in 2000. She was what you could call a Renaissance woman: she writes, paints, draws, and reads. She collects Eurasian artifacts and the walls in her house are filled with books about anything from travel to medicine to gender empowerment. Her wealth of knowledge allows her to talk to nearly anyone about anything, any subject, any place, any field of study. With all the books she reads, one could call her an “eternal student.” I have never met anyone wiser. Anyone who meets her applauds her for her sharp mind and quick wit.
The second, Lynn, born in 1930, has a degree in English. Her house is also filled with books, magazines, and paintings. If you meet my grandmother and talk with her, you will discover the greatness of her mind. She inspires you to read more and know more so you can keep up with her. And yet she is constantly lamenting that her memory is “not what it used to be.” Between you and me, she still has one of the sharpest minds in the world. She has an astonishing memory for details; she remembers everything: stories, facts, literature, poetry, history, languages, and art. If her mind is truly “not what is used to be,” I am a bit fearful of the woman she was forty years ago. And to be honest, I do not think I can remember a family Scrabble game where she didn't win.
The third, Colleen, was born in 1932 in Provo, Utah. However, she is not your typical Mormon housewife. Sure, she bakes, she cooks, she still keeps an impeccable house, but she is so much more. When she was eighteen, nearly all her Provo High School girl friends were married. But not my grandmother. She had a part-time job at a pharmacy and was enrolled at BYU. She was charismatic, charming, witty, and absolutely stunning. On the weekends, she loved being free and out on the town and seeing her high school friends, with a baby on their hips, watching her with jealousy. She loved it. She vowed to have a career and to never marry. When she met my grandfather and he promised her the world, she hesitantly agreed. He allowed her to finish her degree and then together they lived and traveled all over the world. My grandfather soon learned that his wife’s free spirit could not be caged. She always did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
My own mother is as intelligent and as strong as her predecessors. She has a JD and is an absolute news junkie. I’m pretty sure she knows more about the conflict in Syria and the politics of Venezuela than the Secretary of State. She is also strong. My brother has autism; he will never be able to fully take care of himself. When he was diagnosed, my mother gave up her career, her love for law and for working, to be a mother. Raising him is a daily struggle, but she has persevered through tantrums at the grocery store, shoes thrown out of car windows, self-shaved scalps, and fires in the backyard. She is exceptional.
I do not necessarily subscribe to the idea that women are more emotional than men. Maybe we are, maybe we are not. I think it may vary person to person, disregarding gender. Perhaps women are merely better at articulating our emotions and thus we seem more emotional. I don’t know. However, I do know that women possess a tenderness that is unique to our sex. We have an innate ability for empathy, for compassion, and for love. These are gifts of motherhood. Whether or not we have children does not matter, all women are endowed with this power. It is this quality that is vital to the success of society. The world needs women in business, in government, in higher education, and in leadership. I fear sounding like J.K. Rowling when I say this, but the ability to love is the most powerful force in the world. Women have that ability. Men have the innate ability to love too, of course, but men tend to compartmentalize emotions from business. Women don't, we blend it all together and our emotions coupled with logic guide our decisions. Society needs this kind of thinking included in our decisionmaking processes. Research (thanks to Valerie Hudson) shows that when women are involved in decisionmaking in government, a country is better off economically, socially, and politically. A government is more secure and stable when there are high rates of female political participation.
In Mormon culture, we strain the importance of family, of fatherhood, and of motherhood. We are often criticized for our traditional, patriarchal society as oppressive to women. And if it is, then that is an unfortunate cultural practice, not a doctrinal belief. In the Church, men and women are equal. We may have different roles, but we are equal. Most importantly, we are entitled to the same exaltation. In the next life, women and men will receive the same glory and blessings. Gender in no way inhibits eternal salvation. The grace of God saves us as equals.
Finally, I do not pretend that motherhood is not a stressed priority for women in the Church. I have sat through enough Relief Society lessons to know that motherhood is a “divine gift” and a “blessed miracle.” As cynical as I can be about it, it is true. I believe that motherhood is our gift and calling in this life or in the next. If the world is trying to marginalize the importance of motherhood, infer that it is old-fashioned or out-dated, or that it is a man’s trap, then shame on the world. Motherhood is divine; it is sacred. However, it is not our only gift or our only calling. There is more. A woman is more. I cringe any time I hear a young woman say that she “just wants to be a mom.” To be just a mom is to reject your potential. It is like removing one book from the bookcase and then throwing the rest away. And yes, a mother is a nurse, a teacher, a therapist, a cook, a mentor, and many more. However, if you’re thirty-five and all you have to talk about at parties is your children and how you recently redecorated your house, you are not meeting your potential. Have hobbies, interests, ambitions, passions, and talents. Be interesting. Be deep. Be accomplished. God has given you the skills, use them. I am a feminist because I believe in women’s role in pacifying the world. Our attuned intuition and aptitude for tenderness and love do not make us weak, but give us power. And the world needs that power.
06 May 2013
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives:
Well, a girl can dream.
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| Mmm a young George Clooney could definitely speed along my recovery. Although ER reruns will probably have to suffice. |






