Mindy ~
Thanks for asking!
The morning of my AN surgery (
June 7, 2006) began when my alarm clock woke me from a light sleep at 4:30 a.m. After a shower and shave, my brother-in-law drove me, my wife and his wife (
my sister-in-law) the 30 miles to the hospital. It was still dark and the ride was a bit quiet, although we all tried to make small talk, our collective nerves made it awkward.
When I arrived at the hospital and checked in, I thought about the fact that I was relatively fine (
no health issues) and hoped I would be leaving the hospital the same way. The admission process is a blur (
lots of forms to sign) but I clearly remember my church's leaders
(Elders) visiting and praying with me and my wife. I had given the situation over to God at that point and remained relatively sanguine. I recall being somewhat anxious because of my unfamiliarity with being hospitalized (
first time in decades) and the fact that I knew I was taking a necessary risk - and I like to be in control. Not this time. I accepted that and once they came to take me to the OR, although I couldn't help but have some mild anxiety, I was about as calm as possible and ready for whatever happened.
The operation lasted just about 9 hours and I was blessed to come out of it with no facial weakness, headaches, nausea or other complications. I was extremely fatigued and just wanted to sleep. By Day 2, I was sitting up in a chair. Walking the halls (
assisted by my intrepid wife, Tina) on Day 3. Eager to go home by Day 4. I was discharged on Day 5. I recovered quickly and today, I'm doing great. I trust you'll have a similar experience.
Jim