Yesterday, someone misunderstood my note and concluded that the hospital was somehow negligent in caring for John. Nothing could be further from the truth, so I wanted to try to give a more accurate explanation. Please understand that I'm very tired and very busy, so I am not interested in giving every single detail.
Basically, John came through the colonoscopy well. Right now, the colon cancer is localized to one surgery, so the expectation was that he'd have surgery in early April and then get started on chemo. My friend Carol and I (thanks to one of John's relatives) surprised him by coming to the recovery room, finding him in relatively good spirits, but in pain from bloating. His vitals looked good, and he seemed ready to go home.
The staff was extremely attentive, leaving us little time together...which is good. I was telling him that we'd seen a helicopter on the way in to see him. His eyes lit up and he said, "Oh wow!" A split-second later, he wasn't breathing and alarms were going off. The yanked me out of the room to do chest compressions. The thought (and reasonably so) that his decision to use an anstrum rather than a mask with his ventilator (so he could talk) prevented adequate ventilation.
During the night, however, his enzyme levels showed that he'd indeed suffered a mild heart attack.. The catherterazation showed two blocked arteries. They put a stent in one, and will do the other Monday.
Now he's struggling getting the settings right on his new ventilator. This is absolutely not the hospital's fault. He's been forced to change ventilator's because his was obsolete, and he lost the company that serviced his equipment. Therefore, all this has happened at once, so the adjustment has been difficult for him. Anyway, they're getting his old ventilator to him now--hopefully from that the pulmonary therapists can figure out what settings will work. Until then, he prefers no visitors...not even me. We appreciate your prayers.