What a Pain in the...Bowel.

I'm so grateful this man is okay. Some of you may know that my ever-healthy-never-get-sick-in-my-life-because-I-have mutant-healthy-Mansfield-genes of a husband has really been fighting the health battle for a couple months. Near the end of January Mike started complaining a couple nights of some mild heart burn or upset stomach. Being the ever-helpful wife I told him to take some Tums. I know. Hey, I'm not an MD people. However, it seemed to slowly be getting worse as time went on. Sharp pain that seemed to wax and wane on his left side right under his rib cage. I was wise enough to tell Mike he should be checked out since his digestion has been off ever since his mission but, of course, he dismissed that and toughed it out. Then one Sunday night after eating Mike started having real pain. It got intense enough he agreed to go to an after-hours medical care. They ran an x-ray of his stomach and said there was no blockage, nothing looked abnormal and they gave him some OTC medications (Ya, I'm not sure if that guy was a real MD either).

We went home and the next morning he went to work. Yet that night when Mike came home he said he was going to lay down. He didn't feel well again. I was in the other room when I heard him. I could hear him cry out and when I came into the bedroom he was writhing around on the bed, sweating and clearly in a ridiculous amount of pain. I've never seen him experience any real pain and I gotta tell you... it scared me silly. I helped him to the car and drove the very short (what felt like forever) drive to the E.R. That visit ended up in a 3 day hospital stay. They ran a CT scan, admitted Mike for small bowel obstruction, inserted a tube through his throat and into his stomach and left it there for 2 days sucking all sorts of horrible looking things out of his stomach. Ugh, even thinking about it makes my heart hurt for him. He was so deflated, so tired and so uncomfortable. Morphine. Dilaudid. Morphine. Dilaudid. Bleh. They released him after a few days and told him to take it easy, starting with soft foods.

We did just like they said. Honest. Yet again tho, only days later and Mike had pain again. We called the doctor and he said just to do what made him feel good. Okay. Well as long as he didn't eat, he didn't have pain. Great! Uh... except that's a pretty essential human function. Mike minus 15 lbs later... we got in with a GI specialist and then the testing frenzy started again. Barium swallow follow-through, colonoscopy, endoscopy, biopsies and blood work. If you've ever had some of these you know about all the fun preparation. Mike and Miralax are best buds now. :)

So I'm sure you're all wondering what was the problem- what was the answer from all those tests? Well, we were too. Unfortunately, they didn't have a lot of answers. I felt like we were eliminating serious problems like Crohn's disease and cancer just to have them be put back on the list again later. All we could gather was something did look abnormal about his small bowel but the tests couldn't reach or see what exactly that problem was. Finally, the GI doc ordered a capsule endoscopy where Mike swallowed a pill that took pictures as it traveled through his body. This confirmed and pinpointed the abnormal area of the small bowel. On February 23, Mike was in LDS hospital for "exploratory surgery with the possibility of small bowel resection". Oh, those hours of waiting. It's a really weird experience waiting for your husband in surgery not sure what they're doing, what they're seeing, what could go wrong, what could change after that day. It's just an interesting place to be-- waiting with no control.

Anyway (and finally the conclusion!), they removed 8-10 inches of Mike's small bowel and re-sectioned the healthy portions together. On top of that, our awesome Dr. McKinlay did it all laparoscopically leaving Mike with four small (about 1 inch) incisions on his stomach. The recovery was actually much better than I expected and he's back to working and eating Bacon Westoner's (yuck). I tease but really could not be more thankful to my Heavenly Father for allowing my husband to be healthy enough to eat ground-up cow flesh (I don't eat red meat, people). Pathology came back negative for Crohn's and cancer (insert huge weight lifted off my chest) and although the doctor and his colleagues are a little stumped about what caused that abnormal section, they don't predict he'll have problems in the future. What a blessing- for his quick recovery, for a relatively short time of poor health, for the amazing family and friends who fasted, prayed, brought meals and always for the tender mercies of the Lord.

I can't say it enough... he's my world. There's no getting out of it...he's stuck with me for life!

(I know these pictures don't have much relevance to my post. I just don't like posting without pictures and Mike absolutely refused that any pictures be taken of him in any of the hospital stays. Which coincidentally, I may or may not have some awesome video of him coming out of anesthesia...that I vowed not to post.)