Monday, March 03, 2008

Aortic Aneurysms, Lacerated Fingers, and Rabid Pets

The "Readers Digest" version of Jenni's life, Winter 2008.

I haven't written about this because it's consumed so much of my life over the past few months that I just didn't want to belabor the catastrophe. My dad has been in and out of the hospital with a slew of problems, including, but not limited to, an infected, bleeding colon, a mass on his left kidney, and now, an aortic aneurysm.

Now, in order to understand my dad you have to realize that the man has been through the ringer with his health. He had a pituitary tumor where they had to remove his pituitary gland in 1974. He's had three strokes, the first when I was 12 years old, and the last (known stroke) 16 years ago, when I was 16. Also, because of the tumor and the lack of pituitary gland, he's been dependent on cortisone, a drug in which his doctor said he's be lucky to live 25 years on...It's approaching 33.

He's also stubborn as hell, trying to reason with him is like trying to reason the sucker out of the hand of a three year old. It's been worse since the dementia, which really started to get bad within the last three months.

Which brings me to yesterday, when my two brothers, my sister and me went to my parent's house to convince my dad that he needs a stint put in his leg so his aeorta won't explode. He doesn't want to do it, and it was MY job to convince him. For some reason, the man will only listen to me...And there is background there, but I really don't want to get into it. It has to do with me being the youngest and being there with him for all of his strokes, teaching him how to read again, and pretty much watching after him. So it was on my shoulders to make him do this.

I got him to say that he will think about it, which is more than anyone else could do. Tomorrow my mom and I will go to his doctor where he and I will once again try and convince him that he needs this done. And you can't just say "Dad, you need to do this because if you don't you will die." It's much more complicated than that and he is MUCH too stubborn.

Not only that, but he has been really weak and frail, so the fact that he is going to be put in the situation where he will be under anesthesia is another concern all together. We just have to pray that everything will work out...

On a completely unrelated note, I almost sliced off my finger yesterday with a chefs knife as I was cutting a lemon. (See below)

The damn thing won't stop bleeding. Josh claims that I'm just a wuss and stitches are for pussy's. So, I've decided to prove him wrong and wait until my finger falls off from some flesh eating infection before I get it tended to...I'll show HIM!

And last but not least, I thought I would sign off with a lovely photo of my dog Lola getting ready to eat my friend's 5 lb Maltese, Peanut.

Kidding! Actually, they were playing here, not even growling, just wrestling with their mouths open like rabid canines ready to kill each other for dinner. Really, though, they DO love each other...Here's proof!


mysterygirl! said...

I'm really sorry to hear that your dad's been sick. I'm sending good thoughts to you and your family.

Anonymous said...

Keeping your family in my thoughts, too.

Kristen said...

Wishing strength to your Dad and whole family. And my dog Belle plays like that too, especially with her best-dog-friend Roxy. Very ferocious looking!

m.a. said...

I'm thinking about you Jenni. I hope that everything turns out well. And if I ever meet you, don't let me meet Lola, because I'll want to put her in my bag and bring her to DC. :)

Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said...

Jeez. I need to watch giving people shit about not posting, because sometimes they have personal, and in this case, really sad, stuff going on.

I hope everything turns out okay.

flea said...

sorry to hear about your father, that's gotta be rough...not cool, i hope he has decided to have the surgery

i wish you strength and courage and I hope everything comes out ok.

Bud said...

Ah, Jenni, I wish there was something wise I could tell you to make this happen with your Dad but it's so complicated. Just please know I'm thinking of you and hoping it all goes well for him. I'm glad you still have a finger to point at him.