This morning my husband left with Yirmiyahu for the hospital (since I was sick). He called me after traveling several hours to get there and then waiting at least another two hours, saying that there had been a technical error.
It seems that Yirmiyahu was scheduled for a different procedure than the surgery he was supposed to have. After they got the logistic mixup straightened out, the doctors checked out Yirmiyahu to see if they could go ahead with the surgery today. Yirmiyahu has been congested for the last couple of days, and the anesthesiologist said they won’t perform the surgery today since they’re afraid that he’ll come out of the surgery with a lung infection due to pooling mucous.
I had scheduled an appointment with his pediatrician the day before we moved, exactly two weeks ago, to get the necessary blood work done and to speak to her about the surgery. I asked her while she was doing the blood draw if she could tell me anything about what to expect and she said, no, she didn’t know anything. “But,” she said, you’re good at figuring things out for yourself.” In disbelief, I told her that I didn’t think this was something I should have to work out for myself. Wasn’t there anyone who could tell me about the surgery in advance? “No,” she said, then patted me on the arm and with a smile wished me luck, telling me she had other patients to see.
When someone from the hospital finally called just before the last day of Pesach and told my husband it was only an overnight hospital stay, I heard about it later in the evening and wondered aloud how that was possible. It didn’t make sense to me that it was a minor procedure that a very short hospital stay implied. I kept thinking, this doesn’t make sense. With no way to reach anyone at the hospital to get my questions answered, I rationalized that perhaps they were going to use newer larascopic surgical techniques that are supposed to cut down the recuperation time.
So the surgery didn’t take place, and we’re not sorry about that.
A couple of good things came out of this twelve hour trip that would have otherwise seemed like a huge irritation and waste of time. Firstly, a surgeon spoke to my husband at length about what to expect from the surgery, drawing diagrams and detailing the entire process. The surgery is complex and will take several hours; we’ll need to expect at least a week long hospital stay. It was good to finally get solid facts.
Secondly, I’m going to get referrals and find the best possible surgeon in the Jerusalem area to perform the surgery. I’m very unhappy with how badly all of this was handled every step of the way and will not take Yirmiyahu back to that hospital in the north. This delay gives us a chance to get ourselves organized medically locally and make sure Yirmiyahu will get the care he deserves.
We’re all so happy to have Yirmiyahu back home – he was only gone for 12 hours and the house didn’t feel the same without him! I’ll be sure to let you know when the surgery is rescheduled – I assume it will be sometime in the summer.