The day we went for pre-op, one week before surgery, was an emotional one. I had to meet with the lady at the doctor’s office first to obtain the doctor’s orders to take to the hospital, and that was a tough one. She read aloud to me a list of everything that could possibly go wrong during surgery: quadriplegia, paraplegia, death, to name a few on the list of possible complications. I swallowed the lump in my throat and thought I’ll always wish I had never done this if something terrible happens. I also thought of all the children we know who have successfully had their tonsils removed without any complications, and I went with my gut instinct. I wanted to improve my son’s life, and I believed this tonsillectomy was in our future for a reason.
When we planned it a month earlier, it seemed so distant, but the day fast approached for my son’s tonsillectomy. Since he is seven, he was very well aware of the upcoming surgery, and the weekend before surgery was long and difficult knowing it was looming ahead of us. Just like me he wished we could just head on over to the hospital and go ahead and get it behind us. We prayed a lot, and I felt the prayers of family and friends uplifting us during the procedure. The Tuesday morning of the surgery finally came, and he was fortunate to be slated for an early morning time slot. We arrived at the hospital at 7AM and waited for the doctor to complete one other surgery immediately ahead of us. It was finally Ethan’s turn to go back to the operating room. He received lots of hugs and kisses along with his sedation medication, which relaxed him, and they wheeled him back for surgery. A short time later a nurse called the room to tell me that he was almost through the surgery and we would soon be called to the recovery room. The surgery was truly fast, lasting approximately thirty minutes.
In the recovery room, I was very happy to see a lethargic, yet awake young man. He recovered from his anesthesia well, and he slept most of the afternoon. He showed a lot more alertness by the following day. Today is day four out from the surgery. He is still healing, and I have never pur-chased so many varieties of ice cream and popsicles in my life! I was impressed the moment I looked in Ethan’s throat to see that the huge, yucky tonsils were gone, and in their place the black and white spots that remain from surgery soon will be gone, too, leaving him healthier and happier in his future. For me making the decision to remove my son’s tonsils was a good one. Such deci-sions are not easy and should never be taken lightly, but I do believe you will feel comfort if you have to make such a decision once you make the right one for your child. Special thank to Dr. Stephen Ryals and all of the Gordon Hospital staff for seeing us through this surgery. We appreciate your dedication to helping your patients.