Sam went into theatre about 12:30 and I went down about 2:45 to collect him from post op. He was fine for about 5 mins then he turned into a raving violent biting angry screaming individual. I know its the drugs and normally I am fine, but after a kick to the throat (which hurt), then a really strong bite on my cheek, I found it all too much and sobbed may way along side him as we walked on to the ward. He continued for around an hour and had to be restrained by 2 people. Each time a lull came we would loosen our grasp on his arms, but he would then try to rip out his various medical devices. I left the room several times and the capable nurses coped so well with him - seriously they do not get paid enough for all they deal with on a daily basis.
Eventually Sam relaxed into a sobbing mess as I cuddled him and reassured him I loved him so much and all would be well - poor wee man, so much to deal with.
The surgery went fine and he has a portacath in his right chest.
He is sitting up playing with trains and watching tv totally oblivious to what went on. I am lying beside him wishing my cup of tea was something stronger!
I think the plan is to maybe get home tomorrow, with him having IV gentamycin to try to kill off this uti. I need training in how to access and use the port, as this is a new device for him.
As he was in theatre I read the following, which gave me peace and encouragement: Psalm 68:19, 'Praise be to the Lord, to our Saviour, who daily bears our burdens.' I am so glad He can cope with my burdens ... And He can cope with tomorrows too ... Now that is more comforting than the cup of tea I just had!