So the surgery was over. The night after the surgery I was still quite groggy from the funky medicine they give you called anesthesia. That stuff is amazing how it works. Your awake, then your asleep and you then you're awake again. I mean good thing they know how much to give you so you do wake-up. I was obviously in some pain given the surgery, during which they placed the feeding tube, and also took full-thickness biopsies of my stomach and small bowel (which required a few extra laproscopic incisions).
For the next 2 or 3 days I was in some pain still from the surgery, so I was getting pain medicine from my nurse every few hours, in addition to plenty of Zofran (anti-nausea), and trying to rest comfortably and recover.
The day after the surgery, they would start to use this tube. I no longer had the tube in my nose (this was taken out during the surgery) and so I was able to begin to adjust to the different tube feedings that I would require. This would be my nutritional source for now. I was to get tube feedings for 12 to 15 hours per day, in addition to a few daily water hydration flushes thru the tube. I would also take a few different medications to help hopefully cure this forever. It took a few days to adjust to the feedings and get the hydration part of it right, but with the help of a nutritionist we were finally able to get the schedule right.
I'd spend 9 more days in the hospital as I recovered and continued to adjust to the feedings. I finally was discharged after 31 days. I was going home. Life would be different, but I was always a fighter and wasn't about to let this detour me. I packed up Room #1404 and said my goodbyes to all the people of 14 East who were both my friends and care-takers for these 31 days. Well-wishes and Goodbyes. I was going home (for now)...
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