Not Old, Not Infirm, and Definitely Not Prostrate
December 1, 2005
This past year has not been a good one health wise for my father in law. Way back in April he began having prostate trouble and didn’t pee for eight days. Yes, that is correct eight days.
When he finally went to the doctor he had a catheter put in place and he began the gauntlet of tests. Test after test after test. All the while he still had this catheter in place.
During the stress test he almost passed out and it was discovered that he had three blocked arteries. The blocked arteries would need to be addressed before he could have surgery to fix his prostate.
So the surgery was scheduled with the tiny roto-rooter to clean out his arteries. During the surgery they discovered his blockage was too strong for the tiny roto-rooter and he would need to have open heart surgery. It was nerve-wracking news.
In the end he came through that surgery with flying colors. The day after his surgery he was walking around the hospital making fun of all the “old” people. The man is 80 years old, just had his chest sawn open, and yet a day later he still has his biting sarcasm and general dislike for the elderly and infirm. Neither group he will admit to belonging , by the way.
Then he had to wait to recover from that surgery and various complications before he could finally have the prostate surgery.
At long last he had the prostate surgery on Tuesday. Rob visited him when he came out of surgery and he assured Rob that “when you are 80 years old and need this surgery, I’ll be there for you.” Rob reminded him that he would be 120 years old at that point, but he insisted he’ll still be around. And knowing him, he will be. And he’ll probably be making fun of us.
Today, for the first time since April, he peed. And no one had to clap and cheer, at least not in the bathroom with him.
I think he deserves his very own bag of Skittles.
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