My daughter is slowly coming back. She was on an IV for about 2 weeks and she’s lost a lot of weight.
She had her gall bladder removed. It was very dicey there for a while as her liver and pancreas were inflamed…which can be fatal like the doctor told us.
She’s resting at home now with us, and I’m continually plying her with food and liquids to get her weight back up.
It really is a miracle that she is still with us. The doctor told us an older, more frail person would not have survived.
And the surgeon who removed her gall bladder told me that in all of his years, he’s never seen that many stones in a gall bladder for someone her age.
One stone was the size of a 50 cent piece…embedded into the bladder. He had to make an extra wide incision to remove it.
Doctors are baffled as to the reason for this. But both her grandmothers had their gall bladders removed, so there may be a genetic component to this as well.
I’m having serious issues with my Father. He kept telling me I needed to return to work…that I had taken enough time off.
If I listened to him, my daughter would be dead. I was home when she started vomiting…raced her to Emergency where she threw up bile, blood and a dark green liquid.
I saved her life twice during the past 2 weeks. My Dad is from that generation where you don’t miss work. I’m just glad I trusted my own instincts and stayed home last week.