Update on Granddaddy

Things have been a little quieter around here the last few weeks for which we are very thankful. Arend and I took Granddaddy to Port Huron Hospital on Wednesday (June 25) for a colonoscopy which had been ordered by Dr. Brooks, Granddaddy's infectious disease doctor, to rule out any more serious illnesses connected with the C. diff. diagnosis.

He was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning, but we were told to be at the hospital by 9:30. That meant that we needed to leave Ridgetown by seven - pretty early for those of us who are not morning people! The drive to the hospital takes 90 minutes plus whatever the waiting time may be at the border; that's why we left so early. And wouldn't you know...we got through at the border in about seven minutes! Figures! That put us at the hospital at just after nine. By the time we parked and got up to Outpatient Surgery it was 9:20. We were given a number and told to take a seat. In just a couple of minutes (honestly, it was no longer than that!) they called us in to get Granddaddy ready for his surgery. Apparently the person who was ahead of him on the surgery schedule was going to have two surgeons, so they bumped Granddaddy up since his procedure would only take about 20 minutes.

We went back with him and helped him get changed into his "Christian Dior" gown. Then the nurse told us that they were ready to take him into surgery and we should go back to the waiting room until they called us when he was done. So we did as we were told. We had time to read only one section of the London Free Press newspaper before they called us to go back to the recovery room! Granddaddy was not back yet, but Dr. Akhtar came in to talk to us and said that all he had seen was diverticulosis plus a little inflammation left over from the C. diff. Whew! What a relief!

Granddaddy was back to "recovery" by 9:50 - before he was even scheduled to go in! It took a little while for him to wake up, but an hour later we were ready to leave the hospital. We crossed the border (another short time) and then I asked Granddaddy what he wanted to do about eating. He hadn't had anything but clear liquids since Monday night, so he was ready to eat. We ate lunch at Montana's then drove home. I stayed with him part of the afternoon just to make sure he was okay, but he did just great.

Now, five days later, he is still doing very well. Eats like a teen-age boy and is always looking for more! All of us are back on our "pre-Granddaddy's illnesses" schedule and are taking each day as it comes. We feel truly blessed that everything has gone well and that Granddaddy seems to be completely better.

Till next time, have a great day!