A Real Life Horror(spital) Story

Think Uny is making some of her stories up when she tells about what happens when hospital staff miss something? Listen to this!

Tonight I was at a party, and saw a dear friend and her husband. Every morning I get up and pray for 30 minutes, and I had been led to pray for my girlfriend several times in the past few weeks. I told her I had been praying for her, and she said "You heard what happened...." No, I hadn't, but boy, did she tell me.

Dear friend's husband is named Randy. He's 50 and just a great guy. He used to be a trucker, but he has diabetes, and about five years ago had to go on disability. Randy has a bunch of things wrong with his health- heart problems, high blood pressure, pancreas and liver problems, severe Depression from having to quit work, and of course the Sugar spikes and crashes. I think all of this is related to the diabetes.

Lately he has been having kidney problems. About a month ago he went to the ER at the hospital, where his wife works as an OB nurse, with kidney stone symptoms. It turned out he had a bunch in both kidneys. About 15 were too big to pass in one of his kidneys, so they admitted him for kidney stone surgery.

When they looked at his kidneys before the surgery, they found out neither one of them were in very good shape. In fact, one was only working at about 25% capacity, so the doctors elected to do surgery on the better one, get it super strong, and then try to work on the weaker kidney at another time.

While they were removing the kidney stones, Randy's kidney began to shut down. So the doctors stopped working on him. They decided it would be better for Randy to run a catheter from that kidney out Randy's back, down his leg, to a bag strapped around his calf. This was the way Randy was going to have to live.

I asked Randy how he felt about that, and he said he was fine with it until one time he and dear friend were "messing with" the bag and their Great Dane ran into the bathroom and accidently stepped on the catheter tube and pulled it out. Back to the ER they went.

The doctors decided to run a stint from Randy's kidney directly to his bladder, bypassing his ureter. I asked some questions and discovered the stint is a long plastic tube that punctures both kidney and bladder, and Randy didn't know how it stays in or stays put. After this surgery, Randy was sent home again.

That night, Randy began experiencing excruciating pain and abdominal cramping. He had extreme difficulty urinating, and when he did, he peed bright red blood. He was screaming and crying. Randy's a BIG guy, and a tough redneck. He told my dear friend he wished he could pass out so he wouldn't have to feel the pain, then screamed out in agony that he wanted to die, then told his wife he WAS dying. Dear friend called an ambulance, but tried to get Randy to her car at the same time. This was a trick since he was doubled over, screaming in agony. The ambulance got there and rushed Randy to the hospital, where they gave him ... pain meds.

They got Randy stable in the hospital. He said he was flying high as a kite, but he was still cramping. He told the ER staff he was still cramping, but the staff signed him off to go home. Dear friend said "I think there's still something wrong. He shouldn't be cramping like that. We've already made three trips to the ER this month. I don't want to leave this hospital until you check out the cause of the cramping."

The hospital staff gave them the runaround, stating that all systems were go, the pain was under control, blah blah. Dear friend started rattling her saber, so to speak, and began demanding that Randy stay in the hospital until they found the source of the cramping and corrected it. She had to go pretty high up in the hierarchy before she got a response. Randy was scheduled for exploratory surgery the next morning.

They began a routine laparoscopy, and while they were poking around in there, discovered that the stint had come loose out of Randy's kidney, went all the way through Randy's bladder and poked a hole on the opposite side of his bladder. Randy was bleeding internally from his kidney, his bladder, and his perineum. Blood had accumulated in Randy's bladder and had formed a tennis ball sized clot in the bladder cavity. So much blood had filled Randy's bladder that it had burst- split at the seam. He had blood and urine mingling in his perineum.

When the urologist performing the laparoscopy saw what was going on, he called ALL of the urologists on staff to help put Randy back together. Randy lost six pints of blood in the process. The "one hour at the max" surgery lasted over eight hours. Imagine what was going through my dear friend's mind when the lead surgeon came out of the operating room and asked if he could speak with her privately in his office. She asked the doctor what would have happened if she hadn't insisted that they check Randy's cramps out. The doctor told her "you would have been a widow tomorrow."

I hugged my dear friend immediately and she said "thanks for praying." When I saw Randy. I told him I love him, and later gave him a hug, too. I told him somebody wants him around longer, and my dear friend pointed to herself.

It wasn't the time to tell them about the Incurables Program or harp on them about living a healthier lifestyle. It was the time for love.

I think there are a lot of good lessons to be learned here. Uny, thank you so much for being you. You pour yourself out for others in an attitude of pure love. Your light shines so brightly. Keep ringing that bell of Truth. The ones who are supposed to hear the peal of it will hear it. I love you, and everyone who reads your forum. :)

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