"Wow, you have really been through the ringer!"
Why yes, Wound Care Doctor, I guess I have. Thank you for pointing it out to me though...
The kids and I hustled out the door this morning at a much earlier time than we are used to so I could stop by the wound care clinic and have the doc there check out my rectal wound. The nurse got to hear a recap of my entire journey. She looked at my wound. The doc came in and looked at my wound. He wants me to use a different kind of packing gauze that has silver in it (and some other healthy junk for my wound), with the hope that the fistula/wound will heal up some. The good news? This gauze only has to be changed every three days. And I was happy about that.
Isn't that weird? I was laying on the exam table listening to the kids happily playing, thinking about how I got to where I am. Sometimes I stop and think that this is the craziest thing ever, this whole cancer thing.
Anyhow, the doc seemed overall not worried about the wound. It's not bothering me, it's not weeping scary fluids. When I balked at showing up at the wound care clinic frequently, he said he could see me in two weeks. After all, I don't want to spend a bunch of time in clinics. Neither do my kids. Next time we'll bring some schoolwork. ;)
I was stressed out about going to the wound care clinic, but I'm glad I did.
My parents are coming to visit for a week, I'll try to post some pictures. Give your friends and family big hugs, y'all. Tell them you love them. And you know, pray.