Dear Family and Friends,
I was very thankful this morning when I arrived at the hospital and got my visitor pass that Gary had been moved to the transplant unit and that he was in a room by himself. When I got up to his room, he was in bed, sleeping. The nurse said that he had been in the recliner chair sleeping from about 6 am to 8 am and had just gotten back in bed. He slept most of the day -- maybe he was trying to catch up from the night in the ER and the day yesterday. He said he had been moved about an hour after I left last night.
Last night, he was running a temperature again when I left him, but this morning, and for most of the day, it appeared that his temperature was gone. Tonight, his temperature was back so we'll have to see how that is tomorrow.
They did say today that he does have some pneumonia and although for most people it wouldn't be bad, but with the transplant, they do need to keep a closer eye on it. His cough has gotten worse as the day has gone by and tonight, before we left, it was at it's worse and also his temperature was back. He also was in a lot of pain tonight which he hasn't been for over a week, so the doctors were a bit concerned about that and gave him some pain medication and are keeping an eye on it.
We were told today that because of the pancreas transplant, it is not at all uncommon that he is dehydrating and having to come in the hospital -- it takes about 6 months for it to all adjust. Also, because of his height he actually needs more fluid than most people with pancreas transplants (our dutch heritage is showing up). I have to chuckle at how often comments have been made about his height (6' 2") as well as the heights of the kids with an after comment of "and you're not short either" (although I don't think of myself as tall) but, there are a lot of different nationalities of people working there and most are my height or shorter, I guess, when I think about it. Anyhow, because of his kidneys hardly working before the transplant and therefore, not being able to drink a lot, it's an adjustment trying to figure out how much to drink as well as getting your body used to drinking a lot more.
Right now, because he doesn't feel good, he has no appetite or desire to drink, although we keep encouraging him to try a little but place more emphasis on trying to at least drink some. I've learned to keep asking the nurses for juices since for some reason the food trays and paper menus they have us fill out for his menu don't have anything but tea, coffee, and milk and he's not a drinker of any of these, although since the transplant, he does drink at least some milk.
The highlight of the day was when Peter, Andrew, and Stephanie came with a bunch of helium balloons all with significance for Gary -- a big Taz one (we've all been trying to find him one since surgery since he's a big Taz fan and long ago nicknamed Bradley, Taz), a Garfield Happy Birthday one (He's always liked Garfield), a dog Happy Birthday one (he's a big dog lover, but we don't have a dog), and a Smiley Faced one with band aids all over. Peter hung the Taz one on the foot of his bed. He still did a lot of "napping" while they were there and the pain pill was starting to take effect when we left, it seemed.
I also had wrote Happy Birthday Gary on his white board along with some cakes and candles and made sure that most of the people who came in his room today knew that it was his birthday -- wanted to try and make his birthday special somehow.
Well, I'm very tired, and it's long time for bed for me, but wanted to update you on his day. I told him that many of you had wished him Happy Birthday on Facebook and he seemed to think that was cool.
Thank you again, everyone for your thoughts and prayers.
Love,
Nelly and family
You are my strength, I sing praise to you;
you, God, are my fortress,
my God on whom I can rely.
~ ~ Psalm 59:17