It wasn’t my time. Ventilator was pulled at the 3 week mark, which is the maximum time that the vent can be left in the throat due to esophagus and vocal cord issues. As per my DNR (Do Not Resuscitate) no further life support was administered and I was not trached. I was left on my own to survive, .... Or not. Seems my body just wasn’t ready to go yet. Off life support, alive, feeling like crap, brain function significantly slower than my usual slow self, unable to walk, still eating through a tube in one nostril, (Mmmmmm, Similac, my favorite) O2 in the other nostril, 30 pounds lighter than I was 22 days prior and facing the probability of months of rehab and O2 in an assisted living facility. Then after a few absolutely horrible days, you don’t want the details, believe me, I managed to keep my first solid meal down. Mind you, I yanked the feeding tube out a few days prior, SORTA BY ACCIDENT, kinda, .... Nurse said that’s gotta go go back in, .... “Yea, over my dead body!” Anyhoo, next morning I got up at 5:45 (I will never forget looking up and seeing the clock, ...5:45) and everything seemed better. Hungry as hell, needing to take a leak (go potty) Kicked my legs around in bed and they seemed to work as well. Got out out bed, walked to the bathroom and took my first standing leak in 26 days :-) Ahhhhhhhhhhh. It just all, well most, came back. I could eat, I could breath, I could walk and I could almost think. Later that day the hospital doctor walked in with a huge smile on his face and said, “So I heard you’re walking,” I jumped to my feet, did a little dance and walked across the room. Still smiling, like a 6 year old in front of the ice cream truck, he said, “You’re outta here! Go home.” A little bit surprised I asked, “But don’t you want to observe me for a few days and make sure I’m not gonna just kick over and die?” and he replied, “You just survived something we didn’t think you would, you’re walking, you’re eating, you're breathing on your own, you’re feeling good. If I was you I’d get the hell outta here as quickly as I possibly could.” The next afternoon I was gone. Homeward bound :-)
Fast forward exactly 3weeks and 1 day from being released from the Hospital, yesterday, I saw my Pulmonologist, Dr. Cheung, the woman/Dr. responsible for me being alive. I had not seen her since the day before my release from the hospital. Before entering the room I was waiting in she examined my most current x-rays and the results from a pulmonary/respiratory function test I had taken last week. The door to my room opened and there she stood with an ear to ear smile and as she walked in she said in an excited, almost giddy voice, “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.” She sat down next to me and the very next thing she said was, “In all my years of being a Dr., you are the only patient I’ve ever seen that was in that bad of shape that actually left the hospital on his own 2 feet.” We chatted for quite some time. I swear she had a shit eating grin on her face the entire time like I had just made her day/week/month/year???. She informed me that there was still a little bit of minor scaring on the lungs but other than that everything was perfect. I was healthy and getting stronger and stronger and that was also her only prescription to me, .... Keep getting stronger. She gave me a big hug (when’s the last time your Dr. hugged you) and sent me on my merry way.
So what caused a healthy, fit 44 year old man to get that severe a case of Pneumonia? What’s causing that same 44 year old man’s tendons to be tearing like tissue paper? That search still goes on. 2 different tendon surgeries still await me. Nerve blocks next week. Contrast MRI’s, appointments with hematologists, blah blah blah. All I know for sure right now is that I (and my little dog) hiked 5 miles today with a vertical incline of about 1800 feet, in 2 hours at an average heart-rate of 141 BPM with a max heart-rate of 175 BPM which I hit about 5 times during the hike. I’m feeling good and glad to be alive :-)
I definitely have a renewed attitude towards life now. Definitely glad to still be here. Definitely grateful to my Dr. for being so skilled and so stubborn. Definitely grateful to everyone that had good thoughts for me and DEFINITELY grateful to a select number of people who really showed what they were made of and what length’s they would go to for me. Those people know who they are and I can’t thank them enough for what they have gone through and what they have done for me. Thank You. That said, I really do have to mention an extra special thanx to my sister Erika, who literally put her life on hold to take care of me. Thank You and I love you.
Live every day like it’s your last!
Live every day like if it is your last, you will have nothing to be forgiven for!
Signing out for now,
Back From The Dead,
Joe
PS. Have no doubt that by next summer I will be back to hiking up Half-Dome and clearing every gap-jump that Northstar has :-)