So, here's the story. On Tuesday, June 7th, my son Michael and his best friend Jeff took me into emergency at the hospital because basically I couldn't breathe and had a humungous pain in my side. We thought acute asthma attack or something along those lines. Nope. After overnight in the emergency room and tests and scans on the Wednesday, I was admitted to the ICU with 2 pulmonary embolisms. Yeah, I was in overachiever mode. *LOL* (I have to tell you that the pain I experienced was the worst pain I've ever had and that includes labour pains!) Oh yes, and NO internet access in the hospital, thank you very much. *RME*
I was in the ICU for 5 days and then they moved me to the regular floor where I stayed for another week and a day. The upshot of the whole thing is that I suffer from phlebitis and that's what threw the clots. So I'm on blood thinners for that - so that more clots don't form and all. I also suffer from some breathing issues thanks to the smoking, but with some changes I'm making (yeah, it's been over 2 weeks since my last cig) and my trusty puffers I should be able to improve that over the next while. Now that all sounds rather dire, but my blood pressure is wonderful, I don't suffer from diabetes and I have no strange growths or mysteriously swollen nodes, so there is some positive stuff.
I could regale you all with hospital horror stories, but you all know them. What I do want to say is that the majority of the nursing staff, in the Emergency Room, the ICU and the regular floor, were SUPER.
During the time I was in the hospital I had asked Michael to get in touch with a couple of key people, to let them know what was happening. (Things would have gone smoother, I think, if I'd remembered Rho's email addy correctly. *LOL*) So, he emailed Julie (Joolz) and she ended up calling him on the 11th, the Saturday. She'd been in the hospital too, she said, and she was annoyed at me for stealing her thunder. *LOL* So very Julie. *g* I was still in the ICU at that point and Michael said that as soon as he had a phone number for me, he'd email her, which he did on the Monday when I got out of ICU. Now he hadn't heard a thing from her since, and I began to worry, you know how you do. I had a feeling.
So yeah, Julie passed on the 12th. I had a couple of emails from her hubby, Bruce, in my inbox when I got home yesterday. I called him right away of course. The trial cancer treatment was a bust and the cancer had continued to grow aggressively. That Saturday, the 11th, was Julie's last good day. She managed to call and talk to a lot of folks and I'm just really glad she got to talk to Michael. They had a special relationship.
So, my best friend is gone. More than a best friend, really. A sister, the sister I never had. We clicked as soon as we met online, two crazy middle-aged ladies with an obsession for Metallica. It was amazing how much we had in common, really. And we instinctively understood each other right off the bat. I told her stuff I'd never told anyone and vice versa. We had a plan, we were going to buy ourselves a cottage on a beach and retire there to spend our days doing whatever the hell we wanted. We were also going to get a fancy Winnebago and travel the States and Canada. Damn, I'm going to miss her so much. We talked every night on AIM or Gchat. Maybe only for a few minutes over the past months when she was dealing with the damned cancer, but at least we were able to touch base, say hi and just be there, you know? It hardly seems fair that I be stuck in the hospital while she's passing, but you know, maybe that's how it was supposed to be. Michael said she passed when she did so that she could look after me from the other side and get me out of the hospital safely and all. And maybe he's right. :) Julie is out of pain now - God, she had a lot of pain the past few months, and she hated how helpless the disease was making her. She gave it the finger every day though.
I have a hole in my heart. I'm really going to miss her.