Kirsten was moved to R3, a surgical floor. Her nurse and CNA are very attentive, compassionate, and competent. That makes such a big difference.
Kirsten looks like a gunshot victim. She has a half dozen small incisions scattered across her left abdomen, and several more on the right. They are glued closed. She also has a bandage across her right abdomen. No idea what’s under it.
The neurologist came in and talked about her episodes of delirium. He ordered a twenty-four hour electroencephalogram (EEG) for tomorrow. I’m increasingly skeptical that Kirsten’s episodes are seizure-related, and that she ever suffered a seizure. I think it has more to do with a faulty stress response. Sort of like a fainting goat.
Kirsten’s nurse friend, Barb, brought cookies to the room. They look delicious. Hopefully Kirsten will be off NPO orders tomorrow and can enjoy them.
My former coworkers at Outside Television sent a nice bouquet of flowers, which is very sweet.
I had a wonderful lunch with my good friend Adam Burk at The Farmer’s Table in the Old Port. Adam is so passionate and caring and good. His friendship and generosity touch me very deeply. I am a very lucky guy.
Our neighbors took the girls to New Hampshire for the night. They will kayak and ride horses. They were very excited when they left. Skye called me when she arrived at the cottage on a pond to tell me how wonderful it all was. Mark and Cindy love our girls and have been wanting them to visit their cottage all summer. I’m glad they were able to finally go, even if it was without me and Kirsten.
Since we didn’t have the girls, I decided to spent some quality time with Kirsten’s mother, Soni, who has been visiting us since Kirsten fractured her neck. I’ve never spent time with her alone, and was looking forward to it. We parked at my new garage at the ferry terminal and rode a pedicab to Eve’s at the Garden at the Portland Harbor Hotel. We had delicious food and good conversation. It was absolutely wonderful.
Maggie visited Kirsten for another spa treatment. I haven’t spoken to Kirsten about it, but I’m sure it was delightful, as usual. Maggie is simply angelic, and I love her.
I just took the girls up to see Kirsten. She’s still in the PACU, where she will remain until they get her onto R3, a surgical floor, later this afternoon. Soni went in with Skye for a few minutes. Then Jenna and I switched with them. Finally, the nice woman running the waiting room brought Hayley in to replace Jenna. Ordinarily, I was repeatedly told, children aren’t allowed in the PACU. I assured them that my girls are quiet and respectful, so they made an exception.
Kirsten looks great. She’s complaining of pain in the area near her incisions, but is generally alert and smiling. She enjoyed seeing us, and we her.
As long as the liver tumors are benign, the worse of Kirsten’s health problems seem to be behind us. I am SO incredibly relieved and looking forward to better days.
The kind woman who was Kirsten’s roommate on R6, Deborah, and I have been exchanging emails with each other. She is incredibly sweet. I would love to visit her today, but she’s going home. Through this experience I have made new friends and strengthened relationships with many casual and dear friends. Those relationships, and my deep and abiding love for Kirsten, have buoyed me in the very bleakest times. I had the most heart-wrenching, challenging, frustrating week of my life. I was faced at one point with the very real decision about whether or not to continue medical interventions.
I thank you for giving me the requisite strength to endure. I thank the men and women of science, and those who cared for Kirsten directly, for saving her life.