That surgery took a lot out of me (and I don't just mean a 7 oz organ!) Yesterday we walked to visit Dad in the hospital, walked to check out the sites on Davie street, then walked to have dinner in a fabulous pub. Three short walks of less than 20 minutes each, but it knocked me on my butt. I'm an absolute mess today with exhaustion. Feels so strange as I pride myself on being strong and independent.
We're still heading over to St. Paul's this morning to visit Dad, but I've agreed to a wheelchair. A bit pathetic, but the other option is to spend all day laying on the bed staring out the window and I don't fancy that at all.
Dad's doing well and is anxious to be sprung from the hospital. Today they're going to check that his bladder is healing correctly. When they installed the new kidney, he got a third ureter draining into his bladder and its really important that this heals correctly. If all goes well, he can get disconnected from his tubing and will be on his way to North Vancouver around lunchtime. He's going to stay with my cousin, Aaron, for the duration of his recovery and make daily trips to downtown to monitor his (possible) rejection. So far, so good on that front, we seem to be very compatible :)
HC
This just sounds like such a fabulous, successful journey for you both. Hugs to you both
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