Soon after I arrived this morning Joe and I helped Kirsten move from her bed to the recliner. She was happy and alert and smiling and engaging in conversation.
Kate visited and brought me a dirty chai. After laughing with Kirsten and having a thoroughly interesting conversation about ghosts and astrology, we went to lunch. During lunch Kate continued the conversation, but moved to the perennial topic of god and its complete and total absurdity.
After lunch Soni and the girls arrived, which was nice. They stayed for several hours, and were excited to see Kirsten sitting in a chair, which was a remarkable improvement from just a couple days ago.
Kirsten ate three full meals today, mostly without assistance. Woo hoo! Her blood sugar was high, but the rest of her blood work was great. She required a little respiration help and remains on the nasal cannula for oxygen, but everything else is great. We’re anxious about the next couple days, and what will be the results of the octreotide scan that will determine the type of the next surgery.
After the girls left I asked Joe if it was alright if I could go through Kirsten’s chart (medical records). I have to read them with a doctor, per hospital policy. A nice internal medicine resident sat with me for a while before he had to go. We had a nice conversation in which he answered the plethora of rapid-fire questions with which I peppered him. Mostly with, “We don’t know.” It was not encouraging, but expected.
I read the entire endocrinology chapter in Kirsten’s “Anatomy and Physiology” textbook. Twice. Then I read the complete section of Endotext.org on Cushing’s syndrome. Three times. Her on-call endocrinologist this week, Emily, pointed me to this valuable resource.
When I left the hospital Kirsten had just started reading my blog. I hope the posts don’t cause her to be overly anxious (sorry, Babe).
Maggie gave Kirsten a spa session last night. She washed her hair and rebraided it, and got her a new “johnny” from the pediatric department. Kirsten slept a lot last night, moved the head of her bed up and down on her own, and requested the “fancy” menu from room service. She’s doing great!
Joan told Kirsten her “little vacation is over,” and is pushing hard to get her up out of bed. Joe, her nurse today, wants that, too, so hopefully we’ll get that accomplished today.