Wow, what an eventful two weeks. Woke up early May 5th, had two caregivers to be sure we didn’t miss anything and then mom and I drove to USC for my surgery. Surgery went fine, I woke up nauseous and a little freaked out. I couldn't breathe or talk through my mouth. I’ll be honest, two weeks later it still does, but everyday becomes less weird and more normal.
I encountered a few trials and tribulations on this journey:
While in the hospital I developed a urinary tract infection, and another blood infection. UTI is simple, pop a few antibiotics and it will clear up. The blood infection is similar, but since I have a port catheter, it became compromised, so I will go under surgery again to remove it from my chest.
The good news:
And most importantly I am still alive to do my best keeping Ashton in line.