The Transfer

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 After a couple days at United Regional, the team of Doctors there had decided they were not equipped to treat me. They began searching for a Gynecological Oncologist. The next day I was transferred to Methodist of Dallas.

Immediately, I had MULTIPLE TEAMS of Doctors running more tests and putting together a treatment plan. They were certain I would be needing surgery to remove the cysts. Unfortunately at this point, the Sepsis had to be treated first. They inserted a PICC Line and I was on a cocktail of antibiotics and large doses of pain medicine. I had 4 blood transfusions. 

My breathing had worsened to the point I was completely oxygen dependent and eventually was intubated. I can't say that I remember much about what had gone on from the time we arrived at Methodist Hospital. I was very rarely alert, but in constant pain...a whole week I STILL don't remember.

I had amazing care at Methodist. They needed to treat the Sepsis first, as I mentioned earlier. At one point, I had stopped responding to family and was pretty much incoherent. When one of my doctors came in and noticed that, he immediately asked my family how long I had been like that and said it shouldn't have happened. He moved me to the Pulmonary Care Unit where they could have someone keep an eye on me 24/7. I do remember a few of my nurses from the time I don't remember. Mikael, Josh and Darius were their names, I think. Mikael was from Africa. He was a Dr there, but can only be a RN here. He took what the Surgeon explained to Anibal and put it into words Anibal could understand. Lol. Josh was bald and funny. Darius was young, engaged or was going to propose soon. He gave me a stress ball (that got lost when I moved rooms and I remembered it). After I was released, I learned the reason he brought me a stress ball. Apparently, I kept trying to yank the cords/IV out, so my sister kept making me hold a sock (gross), so Darius brought me a TCU stress ball. :)

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