Waking Up (part three)
after a week being on life support, i remember waking up in a small and cold room. i looked up and around, only seeing my mom and being in a frantic state noticing all the tubes i had coming out from my mouth, nose, and groin. “what is happening?” i asked my mom as tears started to fall down my face. thats when she replied “you have cancer” and hugged me real tight. i dont remember anything else after that, until the following day. i woke up in a different room, surrounded my doctors and nurses, all talking and working so quickly. before i knew it, there was three of them huddled over me, extracting the breathing tube out from my mouth. it was the worse feeling following, almost like i had a ball stuck in the pit of my throat that i couldnt swallow or cough away. moments later, a nurse tried feed tubing me (through my nose) which led to me being extremely sick for the rest of the night. i didnt want nothing to do with the liquid juice she was pouring into my nose, i was craving real food! things begin moving quite quickly the next morning. i had a german nurse, loud and spunky and was ready to kick my ass back to recovery. but before we began that, i had to learn how to hold my tooth brush all over again! brushed my teeth, took a dry shampoo to the hair, walked a few steps to the toilet, and was given real food. things didnt seem so bad, other then the body aches i was experiencing. but then the poking and pricks begin, i didnt feel to well after that.
the week to come, i had stitches put in my groins from where they removed the ecmo machine, i had a picline placed in my upper right arm, while i was under the life support they had already done two biopsies, leaving a long scar on the right side of my chest. i had a lumbar puncture, a power port inserted on the left side of my chest, which led to the removal of the picline in my arm. eventually, after some time, the stitches in my groin ended up being infected causing me severe pain and sickness. they quickly rushed me to surgery where they cleaned out the infection, and ended up placing a wound-vac in the right side. of all the needles, and complications, and procedures i was receiving (that i was awake for), replacing and cleaning that wound-vac will forever be the most painful thing ive experienced since being sick, so far.
- TO BE CONTINUED
