Saturday morning Bonnie fell and hit her head on the hardwood floor in our beach house. Bonnie fractured her right cheekbone and bled. She has some brain hemorrhaging and trauma to her chest.
I was in Chicago to take my mother to her skin cancer surgery. Mom had to be completely off of her feet for 2 weeks, with a potty chair beside her bed. I flew to Chicago to do the in-home care. My sister is a social worker and she could not leave her clients. Beverly also needed a break from the responsibilities of being the "in-town" daughter of our 87 year-old mother.
I was not there when Bonnie fell, so she calmly called our nearest family member, Linda Pollard. Bonnie had the presence of mind to tell Linda to bring a key to get into the house, as the front door was locked and she could not get up. When Linda arrived Bonnie was cogent and asked Linda for water. Bonnie knew she could not drink from a glass laying down and was able to direct Linda to the hidden stash of bottled water.
Linda called me in Chicago after she called 911. We collaborated to get Bonnie to the local hospital WITH her list of past treatments, medications and allergies, and her laptop which had all of this information.
I spoke to one of the EMT's who arrived to carry Bonnie out the door. She must have been hired for her brawn as she was clueless as to the meaning of "AML", a "Bone Marrow Transplant" and being "immune compromised". "How do you spell Marrow?" she asked.
Fortunately Linda was there to find the laptop, AC adapter and Bonnie's cellphone and charger so we could provide the hospital with Bonnie's medical history and the various doctors' telephone numbers at Dana Farber Cancer Institute.
I made a reservation for the first flight to Wilmington NC, which promised to get me to the hospital in 13 hours, just before midnight, and prepared Mom's morning meal and medications and went downstairs to coordinate Mom's care with the Hyatt Classic Residence health care nurse. Since there were no empty beds at the Care Center, I called to hire a 24/7 nurse service. I changed my mother's surgical dressing. My sister, came to take care of Mom and to orient the new nursing staff to Mom, her medications, and the post surgical instructions and the apartment, while I ran for the airport. So much for Bev's much-needed respite.
Of course US Air oversold the flight so when I arrived to the gate they had filled every seat.
In the meantime, Bonnie was taken by ambulance to the local hospital in Southport, NC and treated in the Emergency Room. Her blood pressure was dropping and she was having difficulty breathing. They performed an endotracheal intubation which is a medical procedure in which a
tube is placed into the windpipe (trachea). This was done to open the
airway to give her oxygen. Shortly thereafter Bonnie's blood pressure dropped to zero and her heart stopped. They performed CPR and got her heart working again, apparently quickly, but her blood pressure remained dangerously low.
When the local hospital had stabilized Bonnie as best they could, they put her in an ambulance to the New Hanover County Regional Hospital in Wilmington, which is about an hour long trip. Bonnie was whisked into the Surgical Trauma Intensive Care Unit.
Scott, our son-in-law, called to tell me that they needed her Advanced Directives, but it was NOT on her computer. I suggested that it was on file at Brigham and Womens Hospital in Boston as a part of her 400 page patient record and then had to board the next flight to Charlotte, NC.
From Charlotte, I connected to Jacksonville NC, where they had no rental cars at 11:30 PM. So I took a taxi cab the 90 minute ride to the hospital in Wilmington. Here is how I found Bonnie Sunday 19 October, 2008.
Bonnie is on 3 "pressor" medications to keep her blood pressure up and she is on a breathing apparatus. She is connected to 6 pumps that feed her intravenous fluids, anti-biotics, anti-fungals, and an anti-viral drug or two. She is running a 101.6 fever and from the blood cultures seems to be have one or more infections that they can not yet trace to a specific site or organ.
Bonnie is being force-fed some liquid food through a tube down her esophogas, and she has a catheter, heart monitor, blood pressure sensor inserted into her chest, and an oxygen saturation sensor inserted into her finger. There are also some other tubes and wires draped over her body, leaving only a small area over her heart to lay her hand-hammered silver cross. She was not responding to touch or able to move her hands or toes when I arrived at 1:30 AM Sunday morning.
The doctors are not able to do all of the tests and scans of her head and chest they would like to do since Bonnie has not been stable enough to undergo normal scans. From the quick looks they have taken, I am informed that Bonnie has a fractured cheekbone, a fractured C4 vertebrae, brain hemorrhaging, a very high white blood count, low platelets and a fever.
I "slept" on a two seat couch in the florescent lit waiting room of Surgical Trauma Intensive Care Unit 1.
Sunday morning Bonnie was stable enough for a better chest scan. They discovered that a lobe of her right lung had collapsed. They whisked her into surgery and inserted a tube into her chest, with good result. Her lung re-inflated and her blood pressure and pulse went up into a normal range.
HOWEVER, the doctors are quick to point out that her heart and blood pressure are in a normal range ONLY because they are keeping Bonnie on very high doses of three drugs used to revive a patient from cardiac arrest. If the breathing tube or the 3 pressor drugs were withdrawn Bonnie's blood pressure would drop to zero.
But Bonnie is responding to touch, and able to squeeze our hands when requested, and to wiggle her toes. Bonnie can force herself to open her eyes when asked, though with all of the goop in her eyes she does not focus or see. I get the sense that Bonnie is being patient and persistent and waiting to see, as are we, if life is going to be possible.
Tomorrow and the next day we should be able to get more scans and tests done. We can then see where we are against the criteria in Bonnie's living will and advanced health care directives.
Bonnie has never prayed that her life be spared or extended - only to understand what service she can be to God and the people around her.
Your prayers for Bonnie's peace and strength along this next section of our path are most gratefully received.
I personally pray that the Bonnie who recovered from AML and 4 rounds of chemo, a Bone Marrow Transplant, and twice had to recover her ability roll over in bed, and to be taught how to sit up and eat soup, and how to stand up, and how to walk and how to climb stairs so she could graduate from her Divinity School --- yes, THAT Bonnie I pray will be able and willing to recover one more time.
I pray that the face that has lit up my life, will return with her unusual grace, humor, light and wisdom, and that I be will be able to continue to live and converse with our Bonnie.
Photo of Bonnie at Mary's Ordination - 12 October 2008 - taken by BK
Thank you for your love and support.
/Daniel for BanD
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