The Stay at United Regional

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 There is SO much I don't remember. During these posts, when I write "I remember..." it is usually something I remembered AFTER I was released from the hospital. I'd say a good week and a half is just what I've been told (and much I still haven't been told). 

United Regional is our local hospital and the ER we were at. They did every single test you could think of. X-rays, Cat scans, MRI's, The thing where they use a huge needle and pull fluid from your body parts (that was fun)....all sorts of things. 

My initial diagnosis was (get ready lol) ::

SEPSIS with Acute Organ Dysfunction
Hypoxic Hypercapnic Respiratory Failure
Bacterial Peritonitis

After ALL the tests, it was determined that both of my ovaries (2-4 inches long each) had cysts on them that were 5-8 inches long each!) My ovaries had RUPTURED and inside was lots of infected fluid, blood clots and more cysts. 

My white blood cell count was elevated and the multiple blood tests for Cancer were indicating an extremely high probability that the cysts were cancerous.


After being released from the hospital and visiting with friends, I learned that Trena was there when I attempted to do the urine sample and came back and told them I couldn't. She told me that my niece (who graduated from RN school while I was in the hospital) looked at her and said it was Sepsis. Smart thang, that one. :)

I also remember talking to Trena, Alice and some other people who said they didn't think I would survive while I was at United Regional. They had me on high doses of Fentanyl and they said it wasn't doing anything for my pain. Trena really didn't think I was going to make it through the night. Even writing these words, it's hard to believe.


....to be continued...

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