Why is it we have had great weather until the day we have to leave home at 4 am to drive over an hour away for my husband, Ron’s, surgery? As if the day wasn’t going to be tiring enough, that was the way it started.
We were told that he would need to be at the hospital at 5:30 am for a 7:30 am surgery. Ron is a morning person, so although I thought we should get a hotel for the night before the surgery, he didn’t think it was a problem getting up at 3 am to be on the road by 4 am for the drive to the hospital. I told him if we were driving at that hour of the morning, he was driving.
Of all weeks for the weather to turn bitter cold and some spots on the roads were definitely slippery. Ron is retired and spends a lot of time driving to various locations to take photographs. I work full time and have only a three minute commute to get to work. Although we used to live in a more populated area, I am no longer used to the heavy traffic driving bumper-to-bumper.
Ron’s surgery was scheduled at University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor. The drive requires traveling on expressways that tend to be very busy. What I couldn’t believe is how many cars are on the expressways at 4:30 am! What the heck time of day do these people start working? Combine that with it being dark outside, the roads slightly slippery at points, and Ron going only 60mph but still passing everyone on the road, I was tense.
I’ve ridden with Ron for 34 years in all kinds of weather. He does not loose control of the vehicle, but I guess the days of feeling invincible have given way to the fear of what could happen. It probably didn’t help that prior to getting on the expressway he slid through a stop sign on our cut across, which is a dirt road, to the expressway. My words when that happened were “don’t go in the ditch on the way to the hospital.” Then on the expressway as we are passing other vehicles I would periodically ask if it was slippery and he would respond “it’s getting that way.” Obviously, I just felt the sway of the wheels a bit on the road! I used to drive fast on the roads when I had a 4 x 4, but we were traveling in a Ford Focus.
Ron did not have any problems maintaining control of the vehicle. It was the other vehicles that were making me tense. There were a couple times when a car decided at the last minute to move over in front of us and was driving considerably slower than we were, requiring Ron to break firmly. A couple times cars weren’t lane changing but for whatever reason decided they needed part of our lane and moved over at us. We had a semi we were passing that was very close to us on the passenger side, too close for my comfort. My downfall was I wasn’t chewing gum, which was probably a blessing for Ron. When I am tense and chew gum I tend to chew in a way that causes the gum to repeatedly crack. Probably because I wasn’t chewing gum my jaw was hurting because I had apparently been clenching my teeth. I also had to repeatedly concentrate on relaxing my shoulders and legs, as they would get sore from tension.
We were only 15 minutes late arriving at the surgical center. If you have ever been to U of M Medical Center you know it is huge. I have a map in my purse of the buildings so I know the route from where the car is parked to where Ron’s hospital room is. His surgery went well. He had a transhiatal esophagectomy in which they removed his esophagus and raised his stomach up and attached it where the esophagus once was, so his stomach now starts in his chest and is like a long tunnel down to his intestines. He was predicted for a 4-6 hour surgery and was in 5-1/2 hours. The surgery was on Tuesday and he is doing very well. The medical staff are very pleased with his progress. The normal stay after this procedure is seven days, but release is dependent on certain milestones being met.
Needless to say it has been an exhausting week. I had the hospital make hotel arrangements for me the night of the surgery, and I was very glad I did. By the time he got through recovery and into a room it was around 4:30-5:00 pm. I didn’t leave the hospital until 8 pm. When you have been up since 3 am and at the hospital since 5:45 am, it is a long day, and I still hadn’t had dinner. It was 10 pm before I was settled into my hotel room for the night.
I am glad the day of slippery surgical stress is behind me and the recovery process is now underway. I anticipate Ron being released to come home Tuesday or Wednesday and then life should begin to return to a normal routine.