Oh where to begin... Well, lets just start with the fact that John is one lucky guy. While off on one of his monthly detail trips in the Arizona desert, John noticed he had an ingrown hair up under his man parts. Not something too comfy for a guy who rides horses for a living. A few days later when said pimple was now dramatically growing in size, he thought OK it's time to have this thing checked out. So off he went to the Douglas, AZ hospital to have things look at. The Doctor there told him is was an abscess, lanced it, in attempt to drain it and sent him on his way with an antibiotic prescription. A few days later he followed up with our doctor here in EP. This doctor took one look at it and told him he needed to see a surgeon and have it taken out. So off we went to the surgeon who had agreed to come in early from his lunch break just to see him. The surgeon told us that it was a very serious infection that was already traveling up his leg and it needed to be removed that day or else it would spread into his intestines and there would be no way to stop the infection from spreading. 24-48 hours more and Mr. John would have been a dead man. (If you are ever bored Google images of Necrotizing fasciitis, but be forewarned, not for the faint of heart.) click on the bold words for an explanation
After a surgery that cut out all the dead tissue, a week recovery in the hospital, 2 weeks of IV antibiotics, hyperbaric chamber treatments, and John's least favorite changing of the Wound V.A.C. , seven weeks have gone by and he is slowly but surely recovering. I'm so grateful everything worked out the way it did. What if we hadn't been able to see the surgeon that afternoon? Things could have been much worse. We are so blessed.
I don't know what I would have done without Joy who agreed to watch my kids for a quick follow up appt. and ended up with them until 11 o'clock at night. I'm especially lucky to have a mom just 6 hours away who jumped in the car the second she hear what was going on. She held down the fort all week so that I could be with John the whole time he was in the hospital.
Here he is headed into surgery
Hospital food through a straw. A jokester, even on his death bed.
It was like another anniversary getaway, except not quite as fun as the the beach. We had visitors everyday which made time pass (John has some real thoughtful friends). It also helped that the Olympics were on during the whole ordeal.
First time in the hyperbaric chamber.
After five days of not being able to see his kids, they came up after Church on Sunday to visit him. It was suppose to be a surprise, but poor John was so mopey I had to tell him, just to give him something to look forward to. He can't survive without those babies.
Moral of the story... Love your man because you never now when he might be taken from you!
