Monday, May 25, 2015


This post written on Monday 5/25/15)

Wednesday May 13th Danny was admitted to the hospital. He had been having bad headaches for about a week and the diarrhea had worsened. He has had diarrhea as a side effect of his anti-rejection meds since transplant, but it got much worse over the last couple of days before the 13th. Danny was on his way to work at the office in New Orleans and was going to go see the doctors in New Orleans for a check-up since he hadn’t been feeling well. On his way there, he vomited in the car and decided to go back home. He called me at work and said he needed me to come home to help him. I called his nurse coordinator at Ochsner to discuss his symptoms and she said he needed to be seen that day by our family doctor. Unfortunately, our doctor was out of the office that day and the man who takes call for him did not feel comfortable seeing Danny, given his transplant history. He was directed to go straight to the ER. (these type of symptoms…headache, nausea, vomiting can be symptoms of rejection). I really don’t like to be extreme and going to the ER is an extreme thing to do. So, I called his nurse coordinator to see if she thought it was necessary that he go and she said that his symptoms are very concerning and that she agrees that he needs to go. She told me to take him to the Ochsner in Baton Rouge because they can easily share records and work together between Ochsner Transplant Facility in NO and Ochsner in BR. We were in the ER for a long time and then it was decided by the team in NO that he needed to be there for treatment. Danny was transported via ambulance (I couldn’t drive him myself because of liability issues for the hospital) to NO, where he has been now for 12 days.

The doctors began the process of identifying the cause of the headaches, fevers, diarrhea, and vomiting. They did and continue to do blood work, CT’s, MRIs, x-rays, and then a spinal tap. The spinal tap revealed viral meningitis, which was a big scare because then they had to determine the source/cause of that virus. The connection between his case of West Nile in 2000 is not related to this virus, even though they are similar viruses that attack the brain area. Encephalitis (West Nile is a type of encephalitis) is swelling of the brain. Meningitis (Danny currently has) is swelling of the fluid around the brain. The doctors said that when he had the transplant, his body basically reset and forgot that he had encephalitis before…therefore it is an odd coincidence.

The spinal fluid also revealed a second virus in the brain area, but they still have not identified the type. After several days of waiting for all test results to come back, it seemed like Danny’s symptoms were worsening. His fevers were spiking up to 103F, which is pretty scary. They did a second spinal tap to see if he was really worsening. He was not…the results were the same.

At some point, the infectious disease team, neurology, oncology, and heart transplant began to think the symptoms were caused by the most recent anti-rejection he was started on. Apparently in rare cases this medicine, Rapamune, is hated by the patient’s body so much that it “wages an all out war” according to the doctors. The result is that the Rapamune actually gives the patient viral meningitis. That’s good news is that the solution is to take him off Rapamune, and that’s pretty easy. The problem is that Danny needs to be on anti-rejection meds and the list of drugs to choose from isn’t very long. They are currently weaning him back on to a combination of previous ones he had. They had some undesirable side effects, but certainly none as bad as viral meningitis!

Sunday and Monday night shift were an absolute nightmare with the staff. I’ll get back to that story at the end of this post...

For the first part of last week we were not seeing much improvement in his symptoms. He still had pretty high fever spikes and constant diarrhea. The infectious disease team did every test they knew to do to determine the cause of the meningitis, however, everything was negative. That led them to the conclusion that Rapamune is the cause. Another fairly common source of fevers for patients with lengthy hospital stays is atelectasis or “sticky lungs”. That’s when the bottom part of the lung collapses a little from lack of deep breathing that comes with exertion. When the lower part of the lungs collapse, they sort of stick together a little (hence the nickname “sticky lungs”) and can cause a little shortness of breath as well as low-grade fevers. The concern with that is it can develop into pneumonia. The fix for it is using the incentive spirometer frequently to help open up the lungs all the way. (it would be great if at this point his primary symptoms of headaches and fevers could be caused by atelectasis and spinal taps, instead of still having meningitis, which would mean that Rapamune was not the cause of the meningitis!) Oncology doctors were following him also, and they believed early on that Rapamune was the culprit. Neurology was following him to try to manage the headaches. The question was: are the headaches still from the viral meningitis, or could they now be from the two spinal taps since the Rapamune has started leaving his body. The treatment for spinal tap headaches is massive amounts of caffeine, so Danny has been drinking caffeine powder twice daily in addition to all the Dr. Pepper he wants! It was the heart transplant team that took the longest to convince and they have not been willing to send him home as long as he was running fever. The latter part of last week and over this past weekend Danny’s fevers have started to decrease in temperature, now usually only reaching around 100-101…much better than 103! His headaches have lessened in severity also.

Today Danny has been really grumpy. He is just ready to go home and get back to life. He has been trying to work from his bed, but Ochsner has a new firewall that is blocking his access to things he needs. It won’t even allow me to access the blog!! Danny was pretty clear with the infectious disease doctor that he was in a bad mood about still being here and I think she made some things happen. The plan was tentatively to do a biopsy tomorrow (Tuesday 5/26) to make sure there is no rejection. The meningitis symptoms also look like rejection symptoms, so they just want to cover all bases. I don’t think anyone really thinks he’s in rejection, no blood work has pointed toward that so far, but the only way to be 100% sure is to do a biopsy. These results also will help the transplant team make good decisions on what amounts of each anti-rejection meds he needs to be on. Since Danny has such strong reactions to anti-viral medicines, they don’t want to do guesswork if they can avoid it. Better to get the medicines right the first time and hopefully make it as easy on his system as possible. Apparently biopsy results can give them that type of helpful information as well as showing signs of rejection or none.

The biopsy was done today. I think it happened today because Danny was so vocal with the ID (infectious disease) doctor this morning about wanting to go home. Anyway, results from the biopsy come back tomorrow. The day nurse told tonight’s nurse that he might be able to be discharged tomorrow as long as the biopsy results are okay. I know the transplant team said there was no way he is going home with a fever, but at this point I think everything is on board with the meningitis being caused by the Rapamune. If that’s the case, the fever could last a few more weeks since Rapamune takes so long to fully exit the body. Danny can deal with a low-grade fever at home! That’s what we hope they think anyway!!

So the prayer is this…good biopsy results, discharge tomorrow (Tuesday 5/26), no more fevers, no more headaches!!

Here is the account of the gossiping/bullying incident:

Sunday night late/early Monday morning (5/17-5/18)

Beginning of night shift on Sunday (5/17) was extremely loud. Danny’s room is directly across from the nurse’s station. It sounded like the night shift staff was having a party outside his door (Cheering, laughing really loudly, talking loudly). After a while, Danny pressed the nurse call button and asked them to please be quiet. (He had been diagnosed with viral meningitis and his headaches were horrible and he was also running fever). The person who answered the phone was quiet for a moment and then said “ok”. Through the door Danny and I heard her say in an ugly tone of voice “the patient wants y’all to be quiet”. They laughed about it and did not change the noise level. The other issue at that moment was the person who answered the phone at the nurses’ desk didn’t press the button with her finger before setting the phone into the cradle. In the patient’s room, it sounds like she is slamming the phone down loudly and echoing through the speakers.

Many hours later, a PCT (patient care technician…nurse’s aide) came in for a vitals check. She said his temperature was 103.1. Danny asked her if she would let his nurse know and she said “yes”. (protocol for a fever that high is the PCT immediately tells the nurse who immediately comes in the room, usually with another nurse or the charge nurse (CN). About 20 minutes passed and the nurse did not come in. So, Danny pressed the nurse call button and asked to see his nurse. The person who answered said “May I tell her why?” and Danny said “No, its personal”. He didn’t have a reason to say that other than he was frustrated that he felt so badly, his nurse hadn’t come yet, and he didn’t want to talk to the lady on the phone. He asked me to look at the time and 25 minutes later, Danny decided to call the Code H number, which is for Code Help…a paper in every hospital room with a number to call if the patient feels his/her needs are not being effectively met. Danny told the person on the phone he had 103 fever and hadn’t been able to get in touch with his nurse and he wanted to know how to do that.

About 10-15 minutes later the charge nurse (call her “D”) came in and wanted to understand why Danny called code H when she hadn’t been contacted yet. (the appropriate chain of command would be nurse, CN, then Code H). Danny said he had called for the nurse, she never came, he didn’t feel good, and had 103 fever. She said, “I doubt your fever is that high but let’s check”. He said, “wait, I’m confused, why would you doubt my fever? Your PCT checked it and said that was the temp.” D said that some of the thermometers the PCT’s use aren’t always accurate and that’s why the nurses come in to verify the temps. Danny said “I don’t understand why a hospital has thermometers on the floor that you are saying don’t work!” He was really upset about that and wanted to know why if they knew it was broken why they didn’t recheck it quicker instead of letting him lay there and worry about 103 fever for 45 minutes. She said “sir, that’s why I’m in here right now, to double check your temp”.

That’s not true…she was in there at that time specifically because Danny had called Code H and those people had the CN go see the patient.

Then their conversation went back to the noise issue at the beginning of the shift somehow. Danny was telling her he was frustrated at the lack of professionalism on this shift starting with the party at the nurses station at the beginning of the shift, PCTs not reporting 103 fevers to the nurse, nurses not responding to a patient’s call, slamming down the phone in his intercom, and then using broken equipment in a hospital. She said “sir, I was the one who answered the phone when you complained about the noise so I know about that complaint.” She said because they are short staffed, many times she sits at the desk and answers the phones. So then Danny got more irritated and said then obviously the problem on this shift is your lack of leadership skills since you’re telling me you are the one sitting right there at the desk taking all these calls and not doing anything about it. D just said she was sorry he felt that way and took his temp again and said it was 101 and that he didn’t have anything to worry about. She left shortly after that and by this time it was time for me to leave to go back to BR for work.

I didn’t know there were continued problems until I got back to the hospital the following night after work (Monday night). On my way to New Orleans Danny had me stay on the phone with him and listen…not talk at all, just listen. I had no idea what was going on and honestly was concerned that his fever was high enough that he was delirious. When I got to his room his nurse, “A”, was in the room with him. (that’s the same nurse he had Sunday night). I met her in the hallway and asked if everything was okay because he had been acting weird on the phone and I was concerned about possible delirium with a high fever. She said she hadn’t noticed anything weird. Danny’s IV wasn’t working anymore so “A” had to put in a new one. She tried 3 times, with no success. She called another nurse in to try to start the IV and she gave 2 attempts with no success. At that point they called the charge nurse (different one from the previous night whom Danny had conflict with…we will call her “C”), “C” in to start the IV. She was successful the first time. While these nurses were in the room, the talk was pleasant and I was chatting with them. I did not sense any tension or conflict at all. After the IV was started and the 3 nurses left, Danny said, “they did that on purpose. Those 2 nurses messed up on purpose to try to hurt me. They hate me and they’re trying to hurt me.  I can’t eat or drink the food they give me because I don’t know if they’re spitting or peeing in it!” He had me check in his pitcher of water to see if it looked okay, which it did. I told Danny he had to be confused and there was just no was they hated him and tried to calm him down. I finally told him that even if they did hate him, they wouldn’t hurt his food or water because they wouldn’t risk their jobs for him. Overall, I didn’t believe what he was telling me and really was concerned about his mental health.

Then a PCT came in for a routine vitals check. She was pretty quiet. As she was leaving Danny said “Ma’am, may I have some fresh water and ice please?” she said “ok” but when she walked out and the door was shut she said (because I heard her clearly) “He wants water now. He thinks he gets a treat?” (in that really obnoxious high-pitched tone). I was lying on the couch and sat up immediately and asked Danny if he heard that. He said, “Yes, Tricia you heard exactly what she said. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. They’ve been gossiping about me all night and I can’t take it anymore.” My first reaction was to follow the PCT out into the hall and give her a piece of my mind…but then I decided on another route. I waited in the hallway and when the PCT returned with the ice water, I asked her if I could please speak to the nurse. “A” met me in the hall and I started by saying “What’s going on with my husband?” she said she didn’t know what I meant and so I told her what I had heard the PCT say about the water. “A” acted shocked and horrified. She said she had no idea what I was talking about or who would do anything like that. We ended up going in the conference room while I explained the whole story to her, crying of course. I told her how Danny had been scared to eat or drink that night while I was gone because he was scared that the staff (nurses, PCTs…he didn’t know who) were trying to hurt him by spitting or peeing in his drink. When I got back to the hospital he was huddled in the bed, scared and just about having an anxiety attack. I told her that Danny had been hearing people gossip about him after the door was shut and were saying terrible things. I said that I didn’t really even believe him until I heard it myself. She asked me if we could get the charge nurse in there to help work it out and I said “what’s really the point because she would just be another person to go back and laugh at both of us now.” The nurse wanted me to believe that she wasn’t involved and didn’t have any knowledge of any of it. I said I really wanted to believe her because I wanted to believe the best in everyone, but this is really hard. We used to feel like Ochsner was a second home and always feel safe and good when we are here because the care Danny receives has always been amazing. But now really what I want to do is take Danny and leave.

At some point the charge nurse came in, I was grateful to see that it was not the same one Danny had the conflict with. I explained the whole story to her again and she was truly horrified. By that time, I finally believed the nurse wasn’t involved either and had no knowledge. The end result is that I wanted to find a resolution and move forward. We agreed my job would be to make Danny believe that he can eat and drink safely. Her job is to get us back to a place where we feel safe at Ochsner and that it feels like our second home again. She said she needed a couple of days to do everything she needed to do on her end to fix the problem and that she would keep in contact with me.

I haven’t heard from her again about the situation, however, we have not seen the same PCT’s, nurses, or charge nurse. The care Danny has received has been back to the high standard in which we are accustomed. I would love to know how it has been handled, but I guess I don’t need to as long as we don’t experience it again. Here’s the list Danny made about what he heard on the two night shifts…

  Don’t worry he doesn’t have a PCT tonight because I’m going to handle that
  On first vital check, I told somebody I wasn’t feeling well
  They left and told everyone to be quiet in jokingly manner and stated that I wasn’t feeling good
  Some background noises were strong and said they didn’t sign anything to be quiet. He will have to get over it
  From that period forward the night because worse than anyone could imagine
  When somebody came in with Tylenol they said to take it for my fever and I would be eligible for pain medicine in about 6 hours.
  She then went to pour me a glass of water but I refused and opened a Boost as I was afraid that this was all in her plan.
  Upon leaving the room, somebody said wow we have a smart one in there as he not drinking anything but Boost: Red boost at that. Background noise was negative as some made comments that there was an ‘X’ in my chart and that they would continue to deliver the red boost on my diet plans. (what is the deal with the red Boost? He is still receiving the red Boosts on his trays and is drinking them…is red a problem for Danny for some reason? Why are the mystery ladies making such a big deal about the type of Boost?)
  Background chatter seemed to be okay with that because I can only order one more time – then what is he going to do? Somebody then said he hasn’t thought that far.
  There was discussion about they could change my diet and they all agree that would be a way to show him who is in charge.
  Somebody said that all this was too much and they were done – gonna quit. 
  They were told to really think this through because this only a minor obstacle.
  Another person said nope going to take care of this now. She then called her buddy at Code Help and told them that all was a racist thing and to think nothing more of it.
  Throughout the evening remarks were made to people passing by stating that the pre-Madonna was not asking for anything and wasn’t that amazing because I normally would. NO water, not ice, nothing. Giggly about all that and everyone was in agreement that I am complicated, racist, and tries to get his way. 
  What about when the wife gets here? I’m not worried about that; I can handle her. 
  Tricia heard: Danny said to a PCT “Ma’am, may I have fresh water an ice please?” She said ok and after the door shut she said “He wants water now. He thinks he gets a treat?”
  That’s when Tricia spoke to “A” about what was going on and the charge nurse, “C”. 

Danny believes that the main voice he heard in the gossiping was that of the charge nurse, “D”. I (Tricia) was not at the hospital for the majority of the incident and the only thing I heard first hand was about the water being a treat…and a PCT said that. I don’t know if “D” was in earshot or not.  I would like to believe that the charge nurse that night had no knowledge or involvement.  I would prefer to believe that it was only the PCT’s involved.

We want to know how the situation has been handled thus far and what assurances there are that this won’t happen in the future to us or any other patient. We are not in the least bit racist, and have not ever treated anyone at Ochsner poorly or with disrespect in any way. I assume that when Danny called Code Help that night, it upset some people and the gossiping/bullying toward him was the backlash. In retrospect, Danny definitely should have asked to speak to the charge nurse and tried to solve his problems before calling Code H, but he didn’t. Regardless, he should not have been talked about that way and made to feel unsafe.

This evening I spoke to the charge nurse who assured me she would handle the situation. She feels like she has handled it and though I could tell she didn’t feel comfortable giving me specifics, she did say that some people were written up. I told her that since I had talked with her the staff has been amazing and back to the high standards we had come to know. At her request, I will give her a copy of this written account of the incident, but hopefully it has all been resolved and will not happen again to any patient!

Some people have asked if we still need monetary gifts. Yes! Danny's medical expenses are ongoing and will be for the rest of his life. Danny and I believe that the Lord is our provider. He uses jobs and traditional sources many times to provide the money we need. However, sometimes the Lord uses gifts from people. If you feel led to donate money, I can tell you it is a blessing and and answer to prayers, and will be used for medical purposes. 

Here's how to give money:

Go to
Click on "send" and then follow the prompts, You will need to enter your email & password (you must create a paypal account) and then our email which is:

You can also send money to our address:

Daniel and Tricia Sauer
10901 Grace Lane
Baton Rouge, LA 70817

God Bless You! Thanks for reading and for praying for us.


Friday, April 10, 2015

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

The Good:
It's been about 16 months since Danny's heart transplant and about 3 months since his incisional hernia repair. All incisions are healed with no further complications. He recognizes that he is getting stronger and is able to do more and more. Danny works from the office more than he works from home now. He has not had rejection and all looks good from the doctor's perspective with a few minor issues...The transplanted heart came with a small amount of blockage in the artery so they are watching the possible increase in that closely (so far no change). They've switched him to a different immunosuppressant (one of the ones he will take forever) that works better with blockage for whatever reason. The negative side of this new medicine is that it inhibits injuries will be harder to heal from. But, that's not really a big deal in the grand scheme of this whole thing. Overall, everything is just fine!

The Bad: 
The 2 immunosuppressants he will take forever have some really hard side-effects that are worse for some more than others. Danny is a worse one! The meds cause him to have severe, uncontrollable, and rapid onset of diarrhea. Danny will feel better for 2-3 days and then feel like he can't be far from the bathroom for a couple of days. He was really hoping that the GI symptoms were caused by the incisional hernia even though he was told there was no connection (wishful thinking doesn't hurt I guess!) and has had a really hard time coping with the reality that he could have these negative side-effects forever since these are forever medicines. 

Danny has new insurance through his work (having insurance through work definitely goes in the GOOD category!) and it has been a tough transition. The most recent issue was when his newly assigned "case manager" called him to tell him about the side effects he will have with his medicines and also to let him know that he has an expected life-span of 8 years from now. Danny is already struggling emotionally with all of this and that didn't help. I won't spend anymore time writing about that lady...I'm sure our feelings about her phone call are the same as anyone reading this!!

The Good:

  • Better to be alive with bathroom troubles than not alive.
  • God can heal Danny from head to toe...make his new heart perfect, make side-effects go away, whatever! God can even completely heal Danny's body so that he doesn't even need immunosuppressant medicines. All of that is easy for The Lord, and that's definitely good! 
The Ugly:
I started this blog to have an easy way to keep family and friends updated in an easy way. I had no idea it would be so cathartic for me and I certainly had no idea so many people would read. Now that I know these things, I keep writing because it helps me feel better, but it's also a way to prayer requests out to a lot of people who will pray...and the power of prayer is...powerful! (lol) I said all of that because I don't want people to feel sorry for us. I hear people say how hard this all is for us and how strong we are. That's not it. I"m not strong. Today has been so hard that I'd like to get in the fetal position and cry. Not strong. But that's okay because it's in my weakness that God is strong. Better said: in my weakest places is when I feel God's strength the most because I need it the most and so I recognize it. It's not that God is only strong when I am weak...He's always strong. It's that I forget that I need His strength when I'm not weak. So, the truth is that I'm thankful when I'm in a place of weakness because I never want to forget how strong He is and that I need His strength instead of mine. That's the ugly transparent reality of me and a lot of us I bet, since we are human after all. To recap...I blog and try to be as real and honest as possible because I need your prayers. 

I am so tired. Teaching is a hard job. I really had no idea how hard it would be. I'm blessed with a fair, encouraging, and supportive principal this year and hopefully for many years to come, but that doesn't make the workload less. It's really unbelievable how many hours teachers work and then are still not caught up. 

I am so tired. Parenting is so hard! Maggie and Charlie are absolutely amazing and I literally thank God every day for them. I just love them so much it makes me feel like my heart will jump out of my chest. But boy, parenting is hard! To watch them struggle is so painful. I want to fix everything for them but can't, and even if I could I shouldn't because they'd never learn from their mistakes that way. Both kids are struggling with all that goes into a dad who has had a heart transplant. Charlie's struggles come out as stress, anxiety, fear, sometimes anger. Maggie's struggles show up through her school work (It's interesting how two siblings can be so different). I could spend a lifetime saying Why God?? But on the other hand I don't need to because I know that it's through trials that we grow closer to Him and are therefore molded into the image of Christ more and more. Isn't that what we want for ourselves and our children? The problem with parenting is that I can't make Maggie or Charlie use these trials to draw them closer to the Lord. That's why they're struggling...God is trying to draw them even closer to Him. Can I kick them, shove them?? As parents we can teach our kids and pray with and for our kids, but at some point they have to develop their relationship with the Lord on their own. My relationship with the Lord isn't theirs to share. They have to have their own. This isn't about their salvation. John 3:16-18 says "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God". Assuming they are saved, Maggie and Charlie can be nearer to or farther away from the Lord depending on how much they put into the relationship. That's the way it is for all relationships and to me it's no different with the Lord. When we give God time through reading the Bible, praying, singing, etc...we draw closer to Him. The Holy Spirit who lives in us rises up and feels more alive. When we neglect time with the Lord, we draw away from Him and the Holy Spirit shrivels (at least that's how it feels to me). God never leaves us or forgets about us, we forget about him. We neglect him. So that's why parenting is hard. I can't make Maggie or Charlie draw closer to the Lord. I can teach them how, I can be an example, and I can pray for them. But I can't do it for them. And that's hard. 

I am so tired. Being a caretaker is hard. Being a wife is hard, but I've found that it's even more so with a sick husband. The thing is that Danny isn't "sick" anymore. He has a new heart that is working just fine and his cuts and scrapes and bruises are all healed up. But, he still hurts, feels old, and has major bathroom issues. It's so hard to have the words to say "let's get up and live life" without sounding uncaring about the very real struggles he faces. I don't know how many more years Danny has. I hope it's at least 40. But, I do know I don't want to waste any of them being upset or sad about the negatives associated with transplant. I want to rejoice and be glad! I want to celebrate life! I want to enjoy our children while they are still at home! I want to learn how to ballroom dance with Danny. I want to take walks and have picnics. I want to laugh and be silly. I want to enjoy the sunshine and the rain. I just want peace and joy, and I want that for Danny too. I'm worried he believes that nurse lady who told him he will probably die in 8 years. She is not the one who determines his days. Pray with me that Danny will fight his discouragement and fear. Pray we me that the Lord will strengthen Danny and give him hope and joy. Pray for all of us that we are each drawn to the Lord closer and closer because all of these really painful struggles we've walked and are still walking through are worthless unless we run to the Lord as fast as we can and allow him to be our rock, our friend, our strength, our comforter, our champion fighter, our loving father. Lord, help me to teach my children by example instead of words. And Lord forgive me for forgetting you and trying to rely on my own strength. Sharpen us through this fire so that our lives honor you. Make all of this a testimony of your goodness and your faithfulness. 

Songs on my heart right now:

Draw me Lord
Draw me Lord 
Oh Draw me Lord 
And I'll run after you


You are the strength when I am weak 
You are the treasure that I seek
You are my all in all

Seeking You as a precious jewel
Lord to give up I'd be a fool
You are my all in all

Taking my sin, my cross, my shame
Rising up again, I bless Your name
You are my all in all

When I fall down You pick me up
When I am dry You fill my cup
You are my all in all

Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your name
Jesus, Lamb of God
Worthy is Your name


Thursday, January 22, 2015

Last Chance

Abdominal wrap to keep the hernia repair nice and secure.

Pads between the abdominal wrap and the incisions.

Small incisions on the outside of where the hernia was. It was through these small holes that the doctor sewed the mesh patch to muscle. The pain isn't from the incisions. It's on the inside from the mesh and the stitching to muscle tissue. Ouch!!!

Danny was never able to urinate on his own yesterday so they had to put in another catheter last night. The residents always round super early in the mornings and then they come back with their lead doctor later. The resident said there are two options...1. Catheter comes out this morning and he successfully urinates on his own. 2. Catheter comes out this morning but he still isn't able to urinate. In that case, Danny would go home with the catheter, keep it in for a week, and then see a urologist. We are definitely praying for option #1!! 

The resident also mentioned switching to oral pain meds and Danny got pretty upset. He is scared to switch back to oral because so far the pump has been the only thing that has kept the pain under control. However, oral meds stay in the body longer...The transplant team finally found a good combination of long and short acting pain meds after his last major surgery and it would be nice if the general surgery doctor would just listen to what works and go with that. I'm not sure if it's that easy. I'm anxious for the surgeon to make rounds so we know for sure what's happening today.

On the LVAD and transplant floors there are many more precautions that are followed than this general surgery floor. For example, on the LVAD and transplant floors, an IV can only stay in a maximum of 2 days before it has to be switched to a new location. This is for infection prevention. Danny's current IV has been in since Tuesday morning and his hand is swelling and is starting to bleed where the needle goes in. He asked the nurse if they were going to move the IV and she seemed very surprised he would request that. It's clearly getting worse though and at some point I think the current vein would blow out. 


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

This was unexpected

Danny's first words of the day:
"This (amount of pain) was unexpected...I wasn't prepared."
I had to laugh because there is not one thing about sewing a patch to a lot of my abdominal muscles that sounds easy to deal with! Danny has been known, on many occasions, to explain to the kids and I that our pain can be controlled/managed by putting it out of our mind. So today I took advantage of his "painful situation" to ask him to agree to never tell us that again and he agreed. I hope he remembers our deal when he's feeling good again!! 

Because the medicines so far haven't been able to manage his pain, Danny was put on a PCA pump...that's the pain pump that gives him medicine through an IV when he presses the button. With the pump comes a sensor that monitors CO2 to make sure the patient is still breathing I guess. Anyway, here's a little video of Danny sleeping...LOL

Danny is in a semi-private room because that's what is automatically done for the general surgery patients, I guess. As an LVAD and transplant patient, Danny has always had a private room for germ control since he's immuno-suppressed. The other guy's family was here a long time last night coughing, using the (shared) bathroom a lot and even pushing that guy's tray, WITH HIS URINAL on it into Danny's half of the room. A part of the door curtain had been left open by the nurse when she ran in to help the guy get up. He was walking around the room in his underwear and fell. I asked the nurse (in a quiet voice so as to not possibly offend the other patient or his family) if it was normal protocol to have an immuno-suppressed, transplant patient to share a room with another patient. She said "well this is a semi-private room so it is what it is." Because we still didn't feel quite certain that the circumstances were what is best for Danny's care, I emailed his transplant nurse who personally follows his care closely. Then the other patient's friends came to visit, who all used the patient bathroom and to make things more exciting, they had a long, loud conversation comparing their DWI's. No, I'm not joking. Finally they left and Danny and I tried to get some sleep...nope! His pain was so bad that he couldn't sleep. Also, he hadn't gone to the bathroom since 9:00 am yesterday morning and after hours of trying to use the urinal, the nurse catheterized him. Never a fun thing! 

This morning was when it got crazy. The other guy's doctor came in and went into his curtain/door. They were talking about the guy's staph infection on his leg and that he will have to go home on antibiotics and a wound vac because it's still draining. Yep, that's right my husband with a suppressed immune system is sharing a room with a dude with a staph infection. I realize that his infection won't jump off his leg and fly through the air onto Danny's body....but that's not the point. It's still a risk. The kids and I wear masks around Danny if we are sick because we know he's very susceptible to getting sick. 

After Danny and I talk some, and we get input from our parents, we decided that I would walk over to the cardiac area and talk to Danny's transplant nurse. She said that everything is probably ok with infection, but they always prefer their patients to be in private rooms because the risk is too great. She said she would talk to the cardiac doctors and asked us to talk to the charge nurse. When I got back to the room, Danny called and asked to speak to the charge nurse. I explained our concerns about sick family members visiting and sharing a bathroom/room with someone who has a staph infection. She said she understood our concerns and wanted to know if I wanted a bedside commode or if I'm requesting a private room. I felt very uncomfortable and almost like a snob for wanting a private room. However, I mustered up the courage and said yes, I would prefer that Danny  have a private room. She said that private rooms are very scarce but she would see what she can do. 

Hours later we hadn't heard anything from the charge nurse. A patient care advocate happened to come in on a routine visit to tell us about his patient rights and how to contact them if we have a complaint or problem. Danny asked me to tell the advocate about the whole situation and we went out into the hall to talk. That wasn't fun because the nurses can see me obviously complaining to the guy. Not long after, the transplant doctor on call came to visit Danny and was so upset about the whole thing. She said that it's stupid to put a transplant patient in a hospital room with another patient with who knows what diseases. She also asked us to contact the patient advocacy people because apparently transplant patients getting private rooms on the general surgery floor is an ongoing battle. 

The guy next curtain was discharged and his half of the room and the bathroom were both cleaned. The charge nurse who is here now is trying to find a private room...but they are scarce. So at this point, I think we have done all we can do. 

The good news is that Danny's pain is finally controlled with the PCA pump. The bad news is that he can't go home with the pump and will have to be weaned off to oral pain meds. That process historically has taken Danny a couple of days so we will be here longer than expected. 

He has until 6:00 pm to go to the bathroom on his own or the nurse has to put in another catheter. I forgot to mention this part earlier, the catheter was pulled out this morning to give him the day to "try to make something happen, " according to the doctor. Danny has been trying to pee all day with no success so far. It's 3:00 now, so he has 3 more hours to get that urinary system going! 



The last time Danny urinated was right before he was admitted yesterday morning at 9:00. He has been trying to pee for the last couple of hours with no success. The nurse just put a catheter in and he's relieved that now he only has "one thing to worry about". He's asked several times why his belly hurts so badly and I've explained the process of sewing a mesh patch to the muscle tissue...sounds painful to me!! His nurse just told us that surgeries in the belly area always seem to be the most painful for patients. She said that in terms of fractured or broken bones, ankles are the most painful. 

He's finally sleeping so I'll try to sleep too. The couch beds are much more comfy on the LVAD and transplant floors!! General surgery is for the birds....


Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Hernia Repair Surgery is Over!

The hernia repair surgery went well. Danny was in recovery for a couple of hours and is now in a room. Unlike all the other times he has stayed in this hospital, this is a semi-private room. The other patient and his family are loud and have been comparing DWI stories. The patient is walking around in his underwear and they keep pushing his tray with his urinal on it into Danny's half of the room. Each patient has a curtain to act as a door and I can tell you it's not much of a door!!!! They are coughing a lot and the germs are freaking me out and I'm not a germaphobe by any means...we have been trained to be careful around sick people with Danny since transplant. I'm just not sure how this room is beneficial to his health!

The left tray is the other patient's...urinal and all. Gross!

On another note, Danny's pain has been at a 10 since surgery and it seems like the most recent pain medicine has helped some because he is finally sleeping. 

This is his description of the pain: 

~~It's like someone is sawing through his body starting at the layer right under his skin. The sawing never gets to the point where the cut goes all the way through though. Instead, it remains at the point where the saw teeth are trying to grind through the abdominal muscles. Anytime he moves his torso at all, the pain shoots up from a 10 to a 50.  

The surgeon said he put the mesh up over the bottom of Danny's ribs to make it harder for the hernia to come back out of the top. The mesh is sewed (tacked) down along the sides and bottom and the top left and right corners. I think I said before that the problem is that he couldn't tack the mesh down properly along the top of the hernia because he can't sew into rib bone! There's a 20-40% change of the hernia coming back but even if it does, it could be so minor that it wouldn't require repair. 

That leads me to the specific prayer requests:

  • Pain under control quickly
  • Quick healing and recovery
  • Discharge tomorrow
  • Hernia never returns
  • Peace and strengthened faith for Maggie and Charlie
  • Finances
Thank you for reading and praying for us!!