Update since surgery, 6/23-27
Friday, June 23rd: This morning I had a 7am meeting with the neurosurgeon regarding the surgery for the rods in Tina’s neck. My friend Mark Piatelli (he directed my play Shadows) was kind enough to get up at the butt crack of dawn to drive me. Guy Mitchell’s cousin, Lynn, who works at Kaiser was also there for the meeting.
The night before I spoke with a neighbor, Paula who is a State Compensation medical case worker and she gave me a good list of questions and also Nolan Cordell, an old baseball buddy, who is a doctor. Nolan gave me a lot of insight. He said that since my sister cannot move her arms nor her legs and she needs to be lifted or moved, her head could move the wrong way and then she’d have a worse problem like a spinal cord injury. When I mentioned to Nolan that this decision would affect Tina’s life forever due to the fact that she would not be able to drive, he said, driving is not that important right now.
Friday morning, the neurosurgeon (the chief of neurosurgery) walked into the room in his bright yellow turban (I think he was a Sikh). He was confident and answered all the questions that I had without me even asking. He also respected Tina including her in the decision making process. Lynn had asked the ICU nurses about the doctor and they all said he was the best and that if they were in that position they would want him to do their surgery – and you know the nurses know best! The social worker also arrived early for the meeting to support me, his name is Gary and he has been fabulous as a liaison. After my meeting with the doctor, I consulted with Gary and talked things over with Lynn.
Lynn told Mark to take me to the Self-Realization Fellowship grounds across the street, since I had about an hour before I could go back in to see Tina. It has a beautiful meditation garden. Years ago another one of my directors who directed a few of my plays, Jose Garcia, mentioned a book to read, "Autobiography of a Yogi" and this meditation place is one of Yogananda’s temple grounds and dates back to the 1920’s. It is a very serene place right on Sunset Blvd. There Mark and I got caught up on the past few years and I felt ready to go and sign the consent for my sister. The Social Worker told me to include Tina in all the decisions as much as possible. I asked Tina one more time and she blinked “Yes”.
June, 24, Saturday. Tina was taken to the operating room at 8am and was supposed to be back at 1:00. I was scared when she wasn't back in the room at 1:00 from the recovery room. I freaked out and started crying uncontrollably when I got to my friend Diane's house (she was going to drive me to the hosptial). Diane's son saw me crying as I walked up to the house and ended up holding me like I held him when he was a baby. It is so hard not to get scared. Tina was back in her room by 2:30. She looked pretty good at 4:00 when I saw her, but she was high on morphine for a couple of days. The nurse warned me on the phone that she was back on the ventilator because of the surgery, but on Sunday she was already just on oxygen and as of yesterday 24 hours breathing on her own. Also on Saturday she moved her big toe!
June 26: She looked good and was more alert and on vicodin instead of morphine. The doctor called me Tuesday, 6/27 morning and he said that the cat scan showed everything looked good. He said there was minimal blood. He also said that when she was on the operating table that turned her body over so that they could do the surgery, he examined for bedsores and there were none! He seemed surprised. This week they will change her feeding tube to her stomach and their goal is to put the voicebox or whatever it is called for the trach so she may be able to speak. Then they want to transfer her to a long term care facility. I heard Rancho Los Amigos in Downey is supposed to be great for rehab. The doctors are working on a plan for her long term care.
June 27: Tina looked pretty good. I think she needed the surgery. I burned some of her CD's for her entertainment and I played her "Dirty Dancing" CD - she rolls her eyes when I sing to her, (I also heard she rolled her eyes when Charlene’s dad, Dennis sang to her – she’s just as bad as Simon from American Idol!) but when Derek sang "In the Still of the Night" she seemed happy and calmed by his voice.
Thanks for the prayers and good thoughts!
Love,
Linda

Tina & Joey
Tina & Jessie (niece)
Tina & Lisa (niece)
Tina & Derek (nephew)



