Taking a Breath
Our dialysis story — chapter 11
For the first time in weeks, I feel like I can breathe.
Ben’s surgery yesterday went surprisingly well. By the time we were summoned to the hospital in the late afternoon, his blood pressure was high and his blood sugar was low — thanks to not taking any food, liquids, or medications since 7 am — but he was functioning.
Surgery started at 5:11 pm and was over at 5:56 pm. At 7:00, I was allowed to see him. Eager to go home, he nearly catapulted from the bed when I entered his curtained recovery space. I did the discharge routine with the nurse, helped Ben dress, and we arrived home before 8 pm.
The surgeon joined an artery and vein in his right arm — an arteriovenous fistula — to create a strong conduit for long-term dialysis. Once it heals in about two months, the temporary port that was installed during his hospital stay will be removed.
Although the hospital offered prescription pain medication, Ben declined. He really had no pain, just soreness that responded well to Extra-Strength Tylenol.
His arm is bandaged, but he has full use of it. He has no activity restrictions.
Best part? He feels good and I can breathe again.
I didn’t know how tense and concerned I was about the surgery until it was over and Ben was okay. That’s when I took a deep breath and realized that I’d been breathing shallowly for weeks. Only enough air to keep me alive.
Breathe in deeply to bring your mind home to your body. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh (1926–2022), Vietnamese Buddhist Monk and Author
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