First Post: I Didn’t Plan to be a Caregiver
When we returned home from the hospital, hubby was so exhausted. He returned to bed and for the first time in days was able to sleep peacefully. I spent the night praying for God’s mercy. I wasn’t ready to be a widow and I prayed God wasn’t ready for that either.
The next morning my hubby had better color. He was tired but he actually felt like eating some soup. Broth and lots of water made up his diet for the day…between much needed naps.
Draining a catheter bag is an experience we learned together and it took teamwork. He slept most of the next day and on Saturday morning we returned to the family doctor to have the catheter removed. Then he gave us the sobering news.
Hubby had been in acute renal failure at the time we reached the hospital. I knew he had been very close to death’s door but I didn’t realize how close. But the doctor told us hubby’s counts were now back in the normal range. A very lucky man is the way he put it. I gave praise to God.
The catheter was removed and we were sent home.
And the cycle started again.
Hubby was unable to urinate except for a few drops. He continued to take the medication, but by evening he was in extreme pain. I rushed him back to the ER. We returned home with a new catheter.
And then the storm gathered and Satan pushed a boulder in our path.
“I didn’t plan to be a caregiver, but God had a different plan for me. I accept it with a happy heart, thankful that my love and I are still together.”