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Tag: Health

In the Midst of Crisis

Perrysburg Mercy Health

Thursday July 29, 2025

Keith experienced
classic heart attack symptoms.
Said, “Call 911.”

Very unlike Keith,
and so he didn’t have to
tell me more than once.

A look and some tests
showed no sign of heart attack.
Phew! But what happened?

July 31, 2025

Back in the E.R.
for STAT echo with contrast.
This, our new St. Luke’s?

Medical Test Findings:

He is well nourished.
His reproductive organs?
* Unremarkable.

August 2, 2025

Gallbadder all along?
 
Back in the E.R.
More tests have resulted in
admission. Thankful.

August 3, 2025

6:46 a.m.

Spoke with Keith’s nighttime
nurse.  He slept well. Still no word
on surgery time.

Afternoon

No surgery yet.
First will come more heart tests, then
gallbladder comes out.

August 4, 2025

9:30 a.m.

Nuclear stress test
(a four-hour test) followed by
an echo-something

8:00 p.m.

A 30-minute
gallbladder removal turns
into two hours.

Anterior wall
is the only thing removed.
The remainder is

too attached to the
liver.  Apparently they’re
inseparable.

August 5, 2025

11:30 a.m.

After not eating
since 5 p.m. August 3,
Keith is transported

to St. Charle’s to have
surgery 2 in two days –
needs a bile duct stent:

another 30-
minute procedure that took
about two hours.  Ugh …

5:00 p.m.

Keith is returned to
his first hospital in far
worse shape than he left.

Suffice it to say,
two surgeries in two days:
zero of ten stars.

After forty-eight
hours of no food or water,
and overheated,

there was ice water
for his throat, behind his neck,
on his head, and chest.

But other than that,
he didn’t want to be touched
not even by me.

He was beyond hot
(take that in every way)
and who could blame him?

August 6, 2025

Now his pancreas
has become enraged. Numbers
have skyrocketed:

Lipase, which should be
between zilch and one sixty
is at three thousand.

Other lab numbers
are also out-of-whack. So,
no discharge today.

Clear liquid diet
is better than nothing, right?
“Nothing” went too long.

August 7, 2025

FINALLY some FOOD!
He had flat, unseasoned eggs
that he loved, loved, loved!

Improving numbers
bring hope again for discharge.
Nope.  Safer to stay.

August 8, 2025

Finally discharged!
Though he is still battling pain
and unwell feelings:

He paused at the door
and sighed deeply as he stepped
inside the kitchen,

slowly walked each room,
taking in the sight and scent
and feeling of home –

mentioning details,
like the way the sun glistens
on the wooden floors,

and the beauty of
the hydrangea tree that
graces our window.

We both recognize
how grateful we should be in
the midst of hardship.

We have access to
a clean, modern hospital
filled with good people

who take pride in what
they do – from the surgeons, to
the NPs, RNs,

doctors, LPNs,
those who prepare the food, and
those who bring the trays,

the housekeeping staff,
the various technicians,
and those we don’t see.

The warm smiles and waves.
The patience for their patients.
The words of comfort.

None of these details
went unnoticed, and all were
appreciated.

(c) Marie Elena Good 2025

* Keith laughed hysterically over this aspect of his test results report! HA!


This, not really poetic, is an accounting of this event in the lives of my husband and me. I like to write 5/7/5-syllable poems, statements, observations, or feelings that express my day. This is the collection from what began July 29 with classic heart attack symptoms that ended up being a gallbladder attack.

Just for the record: The long, involved surgeries mentioned were through no fault of the surgeons. Keith’s was just a very complicated case.


I may add more to this as the days of recovery continue. This is my way of recording.





NATURE OF THE BEAST

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Photo of  “The Bean,” by Poppa

When your leader suggests disinfectant,
ingestible or an injectant,
should you chuckle or cry
or heave a big sigh
and wonder what you were expectin’?

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

Okay so part of me feels guilty about this one, but we gotta laugh, right?!

RELATIONSHIP

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This is an age of unbroken connection.
Our fingertips tap into instant links.
We’ve little tolerance for imperfection,
And as our ego grows, our goodwill shrinks.

And in this age of unbroken connection,
Our face-to-face relationships have waned.
Resulting loss of physical affection
May render us emotionally maimed.

Now suddenly a time of social distance
Is thrust upon us necessarily.
Most look for ways to be of some assistance,
And find these ways, extraordinarily.

I’m thankful in this time of social distance
For God, who binds my drifting heart to His.
Our Father God pursues us with persistence.
Be still, and let Him show you who He is.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

Quick note: My last three lines include words and truths from scripture, and from a long-loved hymn, as follows:

“Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” by Robert Robinson includes the phrase of prayer, “Bind my wandering heart to thee.”

The Bible overflows with God’s pursuit of us, including Psalm 139.

Psalm 46:10 tells us, “Be still, and know that I am God.”

Second Week of February (an Ekphrastic poem)

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It has been four years
since we nearly lost Izzy,
our grandbaby girl.

It has been two years
since my mother passed on to
the heavenly realm.

Now my son-in-law’s
mother is hospitalized,
fighting for her life.

The second week of
the second month of each year
feels like a movie –

a film I am in,
but choose to view from a safe
distance. Unseated.

© Marie Elena Good, 2020

I Am An Aging, Living Being

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No longer vibrant
smooth
-skinned strength, framed
on the nightstand

No longer quick
-witted or
-stepped
fluid in mind
agile in stride

No longer resourceful
proficient
a step ahead
with a head in the game

At times still life,
I am life, still

I am aging

living

being.

 

© Marie Elena Good, 2017

Life Support

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Photo by Marie Elena Good

Empty nest

Egg, emptied

Spent on health

 

Caring not

Whether they

Lose their nest

 

What matters

Is breathing

Each other