My Cochlear Story Part 3

On November 16, 2011, I went in for surgery.  It was really nerve racking.  We had prayed for and had been anticipating this day for some time.

My surgery was scheduled for 1:00pm (at least the check in was) and I had been fasting since midnight.  We didn’t get sent down to the pre-op room until 2:30pm and by that time I was pretty grouchy (hey-I missed lunch!)  It was another 2 1/2 hours before I was sent in for the surgery.  Yup.  It was a long afternoon.

Pre-op:  We hung out in our mini cubicle and played scrabble, took a nap, prayed and read while waiting for the doctor (he was 1 1/2 patients behind).

The anesthiologist gave me some kind of “relaxer” before they wheeled me in (I was a little loopy from it), they moved me onto the surgery table and that’s the last thing I remember until waking up in recovery.

We waited around in recovery for a few hours and I could barely stay awake.  I was in and out of it. I remember the nurse having Greg talk to me to try to get me to wake up.  They offered to let me stay overnight but I just wanted to get home.  It had been a long day. (It was past 10:00pm by that time)  We changed me from my gown, got in a wheelchair (quite the feat when your world is spinning) and got me into the car.  At one point I remember being really cold and the nurse gave me heated blankets (I love those things!).

This is me on the car ride home.  Can you see the drug induced stupor?


We got home and had a rough night. I had to sleep sitting up somewhat, Greg had to get up with me when I needed to go to the bathroom (I couldn’t walk by myself), and I needed pain killers because, well, the pain was killer.

I spent the next 4 days lying in my bed (at times sitting up) completely miserable.  I still believed I was supposed to have the surgery, I just hadn’t expected it to be such a painful recovery.  I hated that I couldn’t pick up Asa or Mason.  I hated that I couldn’t bend over.  But I believed God had brought me to this point and it was what I was supposed to do.

This was my first attempt at trying to take a picture of myself for a Facebook update, but I couldn’t focus so I had the funky eye issue.  Awesome right?

Here’s the one that actually made it on my Facebook page-






Photoshopped picture from my friend Dave Ortega "To usher in the strength of the original karate kid, may this adjusted pic bring you resilience."

















Special thanks to all of the women who helped make this surgery possible!  Since I was unable to do anything, we needed a lot of help.  You know who you are and know that God used you all to bless us incredibly!  Many thanks as well for all the prayers and well wishes!  They were felt! (and I didn’t die in surgery so that’s a good sign! 🙂

Since I didn’t expect this part of my story to take so long, I am going to do one more post (that will go up sometime next week) with updates on the activation and where we are at now.  Thanks for joining me on this journey!


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