Shaila's Home! Update #14
Friday, April 29, 2011 at 2:03PM Update #14 from Shaila's husband:
Dear Family and Friends,
Homecoming. This means different things to different people. For most, it refers to the big football game at University where alumni and current students come into town and party til the dawn. There may even be some alcoholic beverages consumed. It's pretty much a huge event that everyone celebrates. Unless you go to a community University College like I did, where my primary goal was to get in and to get out as fast as I could, much like the tactics employed by my cousins when sneaking into the golf course at night to 'fish' for golf balls in the water traps. No partying at school for this responsible, young, cop wanna-be! (insert angel's harp music here, with a glow of light beaming down from Heaven). In any case, Homecoming is surrounded by cheering, music, horns, and lots of banners. A lot of planning goes into this event.
Shaila's homecoming preparation didn't have any marching bands. No cheering. No hoopla or trumpets blaring. She did however have music. She got to listen to a Christian FM station with Chris Tomlin singing. That's close to a marching band with 10,000 screaming fans isn't it? Well after an amazing Easter Weekend filled with amazing news that the gattii fungus has been killed in her spinal fluid, she was put on the list to get an MRI this week. We were told that the MRI needed repairs and therefore she may not get one until Friday the earliest. Well, somehow Shaila got bumped up and received her MRI yesterday. We were very happy about this as the results of this test will determine if Shaila is able to start her homecoming parade. Dr Vortel once again told her that her blood work was great, and would discuss the results of the MRI today. Again, he is hoping the fungus has not grown and in fact, has shrunk. In the meantime, Shaila had a consultation with Dr Mackie, the Neurologist she saw a few weeks ago that has been helping to manage her pain. Dr Mackie discussed her pain management, and simply put, Shaila will be having some tough days of headaches as she comes off the narcotics she has been taking for the last 6 weeks. All in all, it was a great discussion and very informative.
Okay, I need to cut to the chase here, if you don't mind...I can barely stand typing any more verbiage without getting to the heart of this update.
So. The stage is set. I showed up this morning to the hospital as soon as I could. Shaila was up and at 'em by the time I got there. She actually had a good sleep. So there we sat, two actors on a stage waiting to see if we got the part in the play or not. A bit nervous. A bit excited. Damn I want my wife home. But, who knows? We've mentally prepared for 8 weeks, so that is the game plan I'm sticking with. There's so much going on in your head when you're waiting to see what the last few weeks of Ampho B has done to the fungus. Are we setting ourselves up for disappointment? 1 in 4 healthy people die from this, and here I am hoping my wife can come home 3 weeks early. Wow. That's ballsy.
The Director didn't walk onto the stage until 1:30pm. He usually comes by around 9:30am, so we were kind of wondering what the hold up was until he came rushing into Shaila's room in a hurry. He was the on-call doctor in Emergency, and therefore was tied up in the mayhem downstairs.
"So? Do you want to go home?", he said with a grin on his face.
"Yes, yes I do!" Shaila said triumphantly. I echoed the sentiment like an excited parrot.
"Well, you're going home! Like now, as soon as I can get you out of here", Dr Vortel said with a big grin.
We both smiled from ear to ear and did a quiet cheer as we couldn't believe it. We were so excited!!! Dr Vortel, obviously in a rush as his pager kept going off, immediately started talking about her drug regime and follow up appointments. She needs to see him this upcoming Monday, then we'll see from there. She is also going to see the Neurologist within 2 weeks of leaving.
Then he stopped mid-sentence...
"You've already heard the results of your MRI, right?", he said.
"No, we're waiting for you to tell us!" we both replied to him.
"It's clear", he said.
"What do you mean?", we both asked.
"It's gone. We can't find it. It's completely clear," he said, shaking his head and slightly grinning.
"What?", we declared. "You're joking, right?" I asked?
"No, we can't find any trace of it. It's completely clear. Not even a scar on your brain. It's disappeared and I can't really explain it", Dr Vortel states. "There's no sign of it anywhere. I don't know what to say."
Shaila and I burst into tears as Dr Vortel attempts to give a plausible, medical reason for it.
"Maybe the last MRI before this one was picking up some inflammation, and it wasn't a fungal ball...I don't know" he said with a sly grin on his face. Dr Vortel didn't even believe his own lame explanation!!
Shaila immediately stated to Dr Vortel through tears, "I know!! It's because I have an awesome God who heals!"
"Um, ya....ya...that too" Dr Vortel reluctantly acknowledged.
I can't really recall much after that, as I nearly had auditory exclusion at that point along with my tears of joy for answered prayers. I still could barely believe what I had heard. But, no, Dr Vortel's lips were still moving and they seemed to be saying things like "get your things together" and "I'll get your PICC line removed immediately" and "I hope you have a good extended health plan".
Yes! You're reading this correctly. Shaila's homecoming has come and gone. We are home! After packing up 6 weeks of accumulated 'stuff', we said good-bye to the few nurses on the floor. They were sad to have Shaila leave, but were thrilled she was going. Shaila had developed quite the relationship and bond with most of the nurses over the nearly 6 weeks at the hospital. I must say, they are great women who work hard and care for their patients. We have yet to see what the next few weeks will bring, but it looks like Shaila will still be on 22 months of flucanazole and 9 weeks more of prednisone. She still has a journey ahead, but her backpack is a heck of a lot lighter. We walked out without any I.V. pole dragging behind Shaila, without any beeping from the low battery, and without any desire to return.
love,
Ryan
