My friend Valerie went in to have a tooth pulled a few weeks ago. She ended up experiencing what’s called “dry socket,” and it infected. We went to see a local church’s “Singing Christmas Tree,” and she told me that ten days of antibiotics hadn’t worked. She said she’d never had trouble with her sinuses before, but she was feeling terrible pressure and pain all through her sinuses. I told her to tell the dentist she needed a different antibiotic. She said she would.
That was the last I heard from her until I got a message from a mutual friend saying Valerie was in a coma in the hospital. She’d been found comatose on her floor at home and rushed to the hospital, where a CT scan revealed her brain had ‘shifted.’ Emergency neurosurgery was performed. The diagnosis? A ‘brain infection.’
That was two weeks ago. She has since come out of the coma, but is still in the hospital and had to have another surgery on her brain, because the infection is the kind that comes back….
At the beginning, the doctors were not optimistic. They told the family to contact her friends and other relatives. Now, they believe she will survive, but whether she’ll ever be ‘her old self,’ remains in doubt. The family doesn’t know what to do with her when she’s discharged; they’re talking nursing home.
Valerie is 56. She shouldn’t be going to a nursing home. No one at 56 should be going to a nursing home. How did this happen?
I want my friend back. I want to hear her laugh and talk and share pictures of her grandchildren.
This is hard. My friend had a tooth pulled, which led to a brain infection, which she may never totally recover from.
Jesus said “In the world, you’ll have tribulation (trouble), but be of good cheer–I have overcome the world.” I believe that. Valerie believes it. I know that, ultimately, in God’s providence, all will be well.
But for now–it’s still hard.