Not Such a Great Week

Okay, once again a huge, long delay, but with a good reason. The short of it is I just got out of the hospital after three days as an inpatient.

The long of it is that I've been struggling with a sinus infection for 5 weeks, which probably means I've had it for 7. Five weeks ago, my head hurt so bad, it woke me during the middle of the night and I thought I had an aneurism. I tried to wake Don to take me to the Emergency Room, but he finally, after two months of insomnia, was sleeping and it just was more than I could tackle on top of my headache. The next day, I went to prompt care and got antibiotics and nasal sprays to get me through. I got worse. I went to see my doctor who put me on a stronger antibiotic - Levaquin, for those of you who know it. I got worse and the infection spread to my lungs giving me bronchitis. I went back to my doctor. He ordered a CT scan of my sinuses, put me on a third round of even stronger antibiotics (Cipro) and oral steroids and voiced serious concerns. The next day, I got a message from my sometimes ENT telling me my doctor's office had requested they see me immediately. Yup! Sinus scan looked bad.

The CT Scan was last Monday and I scheduled my consult with the ENT for yesterday, Thursday, July whatever yesterday was. By this past Sunday, I was wheezing and getting sicker yet. I got scared and called Daelyn's godmother who's a retired nurse to come over and check me out. She did and insisted I call my doctor at home before she left the house. He encouraged me to use Dane's jet nebulizer and give myself a breathing treatment, which helped mildly. By Tuesday, I was really scared. I just kept getting sicker and no one really seemed to "get it", except perhaps Deanna who was very frightened about how sick I seemed. Complicating things significantly was that Don had also developed a sinus infection that had spread into bronchitis.

I decided I couldn't wait any longer for MY ENT to return from out-of-town, so I called on Tuesday and scheduled with one of his partners. He examined me, looked at my CT, and told me he needed to hospitalize me immediately. I had two choices - emergency sinus surgery that night or hospitalization on IV antibiotics and IV steroids. He told me that I was in danger of a brain abcess. He said I had had too much infection too close to my brain for too long and there was REAL danger. I opted for hospitalization, fearing surgery with so much infection wouldn't go well. He decided to call an Infection Disease specialist and get advice.

They put me on the strongest IV antibiotic available, based on the Infection Disease doc's input, plus another IV antibiotic and IV steroids. I knew I was sick but didn't quite realize how sick until yesterday evening.

My new ENT came to talk me through how we were progressing. The Infection Disease doctor who, incidentally, was the same one who was called in on my case when I was pregnant with Daelyn and had the severe blood infection that almost claimed my life, had ordered some blood work and I asked my doctor if the results were back. He pulled my chart from the nurses station and discovered the startling news that, after 36 hours of the strongest IV antibiotics available, my blood was infected, also. I had another blood infection. I was VERY ill.

We sent out a general prayer request and God loves to respond to our prayers for healing. This morning, I had a lung X-ray and another CT Scan and the doctors decided to release me on oral antibiotics so we can make it to our family vacation in Hilton Head tomorrow.

I'm not yet out of the woods. He insisted I take his phone number with me and warned me that I may be coming home from Hilton Head mid-week and going into emergency sinus surgery. There's no way to know at this point how I'll progress. In any case, surgery at some point in the future is a definite.

Before I left the hospital, he asked me if he could schedule my surgery for me the week after our vacation. I said no, but that we should schedule another appointment to see how things are progressing and decide how soon we need to operate. Don is scheduled for sinus surgery on August 27 with another doctor in the same practice and it would work far better for me, in terms of recovery, if I could wait on surgery until the children are back in school. If they operated on a Friday after the start of school, the day of surgery the children would be gone from 8:30 to 3 p.m. and Don would be off to be able to be with me, pick them up, etc. He'd be home on Saturday and Sunday and, by Monday, when he needed to go back to work, I should be well enough to make the children's lunches, breakfast, get them to school, then rest as much as needed until 3. It would be far simpler for our life, if I can wait that long. The ENT is doubtful, but we'll see. In the meantime, I'm still a little bit touch and go. We don't have the radiologists report on my lungs yet so we're not sure how they're progressing and I'm very weak and tired. We're working very hard at getting the packing done while keeping me from overdoing.

This all sounds pretty dismal and is very scary, but there are lots of positives, as well. It was the Holy Spirit that prompted me to call two days earlier and be seen by someone else. With the addition of the blood infection, if I had waited until Thursday to be seen, I may have been dealing with life-threatening consequences and would most certainly not be going on a family vacation. It was the Holy Spirit that prompted my doctor to call in an Infection Disease specialist. I asked him, before his conversation with the other doctor, what antibiotic he was going to use. He told me, then later explained that the Infectious Disease doctor had overridden him and had a clear sense that we needed to do the MOST possible. That was the Holy Spirit. The antibiotic he used was the same one he used for my previous blood infection. I believe he knew in his spirit that the infection was much more widespread than my doctor realized. It was the Lord that guided each of these steps.

Once again, God had preserved my life, which could have taken a drastic turn for the worse this week, but didn't. While we're all still a little shell-shocked around the Doughty hacienda, God is good and is continuing to protect and defend me.

We are hoping to be able to leave town tomorrow, but may be turning around and coming home on Sunday if things go south. We just don't know. For now, we're trusting God and praying that this vacation will bring me the rest and healing that I need. All that salt water and salt air HAS to be good for my sinuses.

So, my dear friends, pray for me for God's continued protection and wisdom for Don and I and the doctors involved in the decision-making. Lots of decisions will have to be made over the next two weeks. They've scheduled me to see the ENT at 9 a.m. the Monday following our expected return from the beach. They're not wasting any time. I'm hoping they'll do another CT scan, so we can see how my sinuses fared over the beach trip, and make the decision on when to operate on the progress I've made at that point.

Life . . . always something happening. But, thank God, as usual, his mercy was falling like drops of rain from Heaven, covering our family.

There's a reason why this Blog is called Mercy Drops Falling.

P.S. Kelly, if you're reading this, sorry you missed all the excitement. I sure do miss you. Please send your e-mail address so I can let you know personally what's happening when we get home. Love you and big kisses to my birthday boy. Patti