As I sit in the hospital cafeteria and dream of life outside the walls of St. David’s, my POW-stricken husband lies in his 5th floor room being poked, prodded, picked, and occasionally pampered. With a hollowed, gaunt look of someone who has been starved and beaten, Hook’s recovery continues but his appetite struggles to rise … Continue reading The Great Hook Escape
Be Nice to Nurses
Getting Back on Schedule
You all must have been praying double-time because from about 7 o’clock yesterday evening to most of today, Hook's situation has improved: Sunday 7:00PM: A great second shift weekend nurse, Justin, entered the hospital scene. I was looking forward to having Nurse Daniel back because I didn’t want to break in another night nurse. But … Continue reading Getting Back on Schedule
Musings from an Intensive Care Unit
The first words Hook spoke to me when I saw him in ICU were, “I guess I made it.” As I rubbed his little, bald head, I whispered, “Of course you did.” That was the last lucid conversation Hook had with me until this afternoon. Yesterday, the nurses were kind enough to allow me to … Continue reading Musings from an Intensive Care Unit
It’s All About the Surgeon
At 9:12am, I received a phone call from the surgical assistant that Hook was anesthetized with all IVs running at full speed and that everything looked good. Wow! They call you from—what?—a medium clean room or maybe the cell is in a plastic bag and the surgical assistant is punching the numbers with a gloved … Continue reading It’s All About the Surgeon
