[Tim: Mary tells her story about everything that happened over the last few weeks that I first posted about in “When Medical Emergencies Attack Your Spouse”.]
Towards the end of June, my tummy started to hurt a little. By the beginning of July, it was a bit more bothersome, and on July 2, I had a really bad night. I assumed this was another diverticulitis flare, and told Tim I was going to go to the ER and probably get some oral antibiotics, and come home. The doctor told me it looked REALLY minor, and that 10 days worth of antibiotics would take care of it.
Except, the pain wasn’t getting better, and in fact got worse. I lived with it until the next Sunday… and then called my parents to say that I was going to the ER, that I would probably be put into the hospital for IV antibiotics, and could they please come and stay with the kids. I packed my little overnight bag with some pajamas and a pair of clothes to come home in, and off Tim and I went. The CT scan confirmed that the really minor place looked a goodly amount worse, but again, I figured there would be IV antibiotics, and I would go home.
I spent the next few days attached to IV antibiotics. My parents brought Dale Jr. to visit on Monday, and he climbed onto the bed and we snuggled. Everyone was very careful to keep him from doing me any damage, but I just hadn’t really started feeling better from the antibiotics yet.
On Tuesday, the surgeon came in and started up about surgery again. I looked at the man and said, “Look, you’re a surgeon. Everything looks like it needs cutting to you. I want a second opinion… by a gastroenterologist.” Enter the gastroenterologist on Tuesday afternoon, who began our conversation with “I haven’t read your chart.” I immediately bristled, and then calmed down when he continued, “Because I don’t want to be swayed by other doctors’ comments; I only looked at your scans.” I looked at him for a minute, and then he sat down in the bedside chair and sort of sighed and said, “You need to have this surgery. This place looks pretty bad, and it’s not going to get better.”