Tomorrow morning, at 8:00 Mexican time, Ken will have a procedure that is supposed to correct his inability to urinate fully. Something is blocking the flow. This evening between 7 and 8, we will take him in the wheel chair across the road and have him admitted, thus turning him over to the care of the nurses and doctors at the hospital. The Urologist is the same doctor who installed the stents. I believe he will remove them tomorrow if all goes well. "The kink should have been straighten out by now," said Dr. Pelayo. He is a well trained and competent Urologist and fairly young. Yesterday we met him for a consultation. He was wearing a polo shirt and jeans. Dr. Rios, the internist and lung specialist will be actually looking after Ken and has been since the beginning of the infections. So Ken is in good hands.
But I do not like these surgeries. Poor Ken has suffered through many of such indignities. They were all necessary but they scare me. For the procedure for the stents, Ken was supposed to use local anesthetic but the Parkinson's Disease means his legs jump around so they were forced to sedate him, which means he is groggy for many hours. We will see what happens tomorrow. He is expected to be in the hospital for 3 or 4 days, then be home recovering for a week building up his strength once again. We fly home to Jackson on March 24 with Rita and Ian accompanying us all the way.
Ken is delighted to be getting this surgery done here in Mexico. He has been waiting a long time. But I am nervous with these surgeries. You just never er know what will happen. "Must be done," says Ken, "And the sooner the better". He is the eternal optimist. So here we go.
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