The wound on my butt..over the past month...has tanked. Tunnelled back down to the bone (spinal cord), widened, infected. I have two options in front of me:
Option A: Go into the hospital on Friday, have two surgeries. First to install a colostomy. Second to debride the wound, clean it up, cut out all the dead tissue, etc. and install a vacuum pump. Send me home after 3 days (or so) with the pump attached to my butt, visiting nurses 3 days a week to deal with it. Multiple trips to/from wound clinic (one hour away) each week, 3-4 weeks. Once the wound is "back under control", another surgery. This time, to fill the hole left behind (no pun intended). This would mean cutting out some tissue from somewhere else on my body, sticking it in my butt, hoping it sticks. Two wounds to heal. And 2-3 months in a nursing home, for it to heal. Then possibly a fourth surgery, to reverse the colostomy.
Option B: Do nothing. The wound will infect, sepsis will set in, I'll die in a week or so, surely no more than a month. Move into hospice.
I'm seriously considering Option B.
After 33 years of dealing with MS, recovering from several severe exacerbations early on, and now thiese last 2 years of one crisis after another, I'm tired. Don't know that I have another fight in my. At 68, I've led a good life. I cant / wont ask Tom Cat to continue to be my 24 hour care giver, nor commute one hour a way several days a week while I'm in a nursing home (He won't sta home, even though I really push him to>) Nor can I afford it. Running out of money. Blew through a bunch these last 2 years on stuff like adult duapers, bandaging, various drugs, co-pays, private pays, etc. I'm tired. I'm worn. I'm done.
Anyway. Cheery note on a lovely fall day here. Keep the faith. I've lost mine; if you find it lying around somewhere, let me know. Ca.
Option A: Go into the hospital on Friday, have two surgeries. First to install a colostomy. Second to debride the wound, clean it up, cut out all the dead tissue, etc. and install a vacuum pump. Send me home after 3 days (or so) with the pump attached to my butt, visiting nurses 3 days a week to deal with it. Multiple trips to/from wound clinic (one hour away) each week, 3-4 weeks. Once the wound is "back under control", another surgery. This time, to fill the hole left behind (no pun intended). This would mean cutting out some tissue from somewhere else on my body, sticking it in my butt, hoping it sticks. Two wounds to heal. And 2-3 months in a nursing home, for it to heal. Then possibly a fourth surgery, to reverse the colostomy.
Option B: Do nothing. The wound will infect, sepsis will set in, I'll die in a week or so, surely no more than a month. Move into hospice.
I'm seriously considering Option B.
After 33 years of dealing with MS, recovering from several severe exacerbations early on, and now thiese last 2 years of one crisis after another, I'm tired. Don't know that I have another fight in my. At 68, I've led a good life. I cant / wont ask Tom Cat to continue to be my 24 hour care giver, nor commute one hour a way several days a week while I'm in a nursing home (He won't sta home, even though I really push him to>) Nor can I afford it. Running out of money. Blew through a bunch these last 2 years on stuff like adult duapers, bandaging, various drugs, co-pays, private pays, etc. I'm tired. I'm worn. I'm done.
Anyway. Cheery note on a lovely fall day here. Keep the faith. I've lost mine; if you find it lying around somewhere, let me know. Ca.


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