He is not tolerating the oxygen weaning process at all. They have come down considerably on both his sedation and the pain med.
And he is absolutely peaceful. No spontaneous movements, no hints of him waking up, no responding to my voice or squeezing my hand.
I feel completely alone. Just watching him sleep.
If he is unable to wean from oxygen today or tomorrow, they will have to give him a tracheotomy first thing Monday morning.
His left lung has a small leak which is filling the chest cavity with air. This is nothing new; it is the reason why they inserted chest tubes on either side to suction out air where it did not belong.
Someone can safely be on the ventilator for two weeks, but after that there can be problems.
It was a painful day. One minute hope-full and the next minute hope-less.
He looks so helpless.
‘How much longer?’ I ask the Doctor.
‘You’re looking at a good three to four weeks if everything goes well.’
‘So your hopeful then?’
I can’t quote him. It’s blurry, but he did not, for sure, commit to anything positive.
Heavy sigh...
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