I returned home from the hospital today. I'm a little sore, and in a little pain. Although I have many stories and experiences to share, I must share this one first....It had NOTHING to do with my surgery at all.
After getting my xray this am and getting moved from recovery to a regular room, I arrived at my new room, and realized that I had a roommate. No big deal. What happened next was one of the most emotional experiences of my life.
He had told the nurse that everything was OK in the bathroom, whatever that meant, and he finished his IV Nexium. (a drug used for GERD, or acid reflux) A girl, no older than 35, and a man walked in. My bed was closest to the door so naturally I greeted them, just said hello. A doctor I hadnt met walked in, and walked passed me. The girl was his wife, the man his brother..
The doctor had bad news. He told the young man, about my age, 31, that he was pretty sure from test results that he had Leukemia. I couldn't say exactly what was said after that, but because my own best friend is being treated for Hodgkin's disease right now, my wife and I completley lost it as well.
Family began to come in....more doctors....First his inlaws, then mom and dad. I immediately summoned my wife to get me out of bed so we could go for a walk....the young man told his mom before we could leave..."my baby, my baby" is all we heard....and the sobbing.....we left the room.
I felt guilty. Guilty for the pain I was in. Embarrassed of the fact that i was there because I was overweight. Although a great day for me, I downplayed the rest of the conversations with my nurses and doctors that visited. I tried not to kid around or laugh. I was leaving the hospital to begin my new life......James wasn't leaving.....
Before I left, I excused myself for butting in and wished him my best. Although a stranger, I felt like I had been through so much of it to this point. I told him my friend is winning his battle, and that he would too......They wished me well too, I assumed they had overheard enough to know why I was there...I replied, "its not that important, I'm just fat." It provided a little comic relief.....
I'll talk about my band tommorrow. I'm not really up to it tonight......
Pray for James, please....