The Surgery … and the Infection: The 45 Day Adventure
It looks like we’re finally going home … 45 days later. This is Ashley’s dad, David. It’s been an adventure, I can say that….
This’ll be a long blog post in spite of just hitting the highlights. And it’ll be from my perspective; I’m hopeful that Ashley can come back in future blog posts and fill in her perspective which’ll be more personal and more detailed. But this is my view of the past 45 days.
Tues, April 29, 2025 (Surgery Day) … After settling into our hotel 5 minutes from the hospital the previous weekend, Ashley, my wife, and I arrive early in the morning for the surgery. Dr. Henderson, Ashley’s neurosurgeon graced us prior to the surgery with a special moment of prayer; it was the highlight of our day so far. Second highlight comes when he came out after the surgery and said all was good. He noted that it was especially tricky because of Ashley’s tiny bones. “10 years ago I wouldn’t have been able to do that surgery,” he noted. His co-surgeon, Dr. Rosenbaum, was equally wonderful.
The rest of the week Ashley spent in the hospital recuperating. It took a couple of days to get her pain management right and, as always you NEVER sleep in a hospital. I took the overnight shift in the hospital with Ash so my wife could sleep, then she handled the days so I could sleep some and work some (counselings sessions via Zoom). It was a tiring week for us all.
Fri, May 2 (Home from the hospital) … We had to celebrate by getting ice cream and taking a (short, slow) walk in the park. Felt wonderful getting out in the fresh air and hopeful for the healing process to happen. Of note, Ash didn’t feel any symptom relief (no less headpain, definitely not less neck pain, etc.). The one thing I noticed was that she was able to speak more fluidly vs. saying 2-3 words at a time in a very, very slow speech pattern as before. This suggested better cognitive functioning to me.
May 3-12 (Doing ok) … Ash was doing relatively well. Still in pain, of course, after surgery but was up and walking a couple of times a day (super slow and not far but still walking). I worked part-time, handling counseling sessions as best I could, and on Wed, Angela went back to San Antonio to work the final month of the school year. With her departure, things were certainly more challenging but manageable and we looked forward to getting the stitches out and heading home in about a week.
Mon, May 12-15 (Infection) … On Monday (13 days after surgery per protocol), Dr. Henderson took the stitches out; we were cleared to go home! On Tuesday two of the prior stitches spots had popped open. By Wednesday we returned to Dr. Henderson (as we noticed some staples hadn’t been removed from the surgery two weeks prior) and he didn’t like how those two stitches spots had opened up. On Thursday, those spots were oozing discharge (her pillow was wet with pus and she was not feeling well - feverish, chills, more intense headache, body ache, more nausea, etc.) and Dr. Henderson ordered us to go to the ER right away for a potential infection. (You do NOT want to get a bone infection in your spine.) We spent 7 hours in the ER and were eventually admitted to the hospital about 11:30 pm, ironically on the same floor we had left two weeks prior.
Fri, May 16 (Surgery #2) ... Dr. Henderson reported that he was going to have to re-open the surgery site and do a “wash out” with strong antiseptic/antibiotics to thoroughly clean the site. And THEN we’d have to come BACK in 6 months and RE-DO the entire C1-C2 fusion procedure!!
Proud Dad Moment for me: I offered up a question, “If you’re washing out the site extraordinarily good to the point you’re sure you’ve gotten all of the infection out, couldn’t you replace the cadaver bond NOW with a new one so that we don’t have to open her back up all over again in 6 months??” While Dr. Henderson called this “highly irregular” he did consider it. And 30 minutes later said, “We’re likely taking your idea and using it.” I was thrilled! Made sense to me and I didn’t want my daughter to go through all of this pain and suffering and go home with NOTHING to show for it!
So he opened her up, did the “wash out”, and replaced the cadavar bone, then closed her back up with 2 “drains” in her neck to drain out any fluid, blood, etc. over the next 5 days, and put her on IV antibiotics. Ashley notes waking up from this surgery in extreme pain! She said it was infinitely worse than her initial surgery and she was screaming for more pain meds. Eventually they got her pain under control.
The next seven days were some of the hardest of my life physically and psychologically, handling overnight duties in the hospital (making sure pain meds are being handled well … sometimes they were, sometimes they weren’t), then handling day time medical oversight duties (on one day 11 different medical personnel were in her room from 5 am-9 am and another 6 over the next few hours), and trying to keep Ashley’s spirits up as they were going downhill FAST. (She was sick of being in the hospital, sick of not having any progress/in fact going backwards, and her white blood cell count wasn’t going down; we were worrying that this may be very serious. In addition, we were planning on going home and now we were facing a very serious bone infection and increased pain. We were both sleep deprived and stressed.)
Mon, May 19 (Picc Line Struggles) … In order to be discharged, we needed a picc line to be placed in Ashley so that she could get IV antibiotics via my wife and I at the hotel and back in San Antonio, and to have weekly blood draws to monitor her white blood cell count and other important infection markers. The experienced bedside picc line vascular access nurse tried valiantly for an hour and a half to insert a picc line into Ash (fully conscious and with essentially no numbing in effect because lidocaine doesn’t numb people w EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome) effectively because of how their bodies metabolize it; they need Bupivacaine (which this nurse was not authorized to use). So Ash was in a significant amount of pain, trying earnestly to make this happen so that she could be discharged. It didn’t work, as the nurse kept saying, “It’s like I’m hitting a wall.” (A little foreshadowing for you.) We were told, “We’ll do our best to get you into Interventional Radiology for a picc line insertion but it could be tomorrow, it could be Wednesday, it could be the end of the week. We don’t know.” Ash felt there was no end in sight and her mood started to plummet.
Tues, May 20 (Melt Down Mode) … By this point, Ashley’s composure had been pushed to the limit. She lost it. With no end in sight to this experience and with pain still an issue, she began crying almost uncontrollably. “I’ve got to get out of here! I can’t take this any longer!” Fortunately the nurse allowed us to walk outside to get a break from those same four walls (first sunshine and fresh air in 6 days) and Ash called her Mom, asking her to come back to help us out. She missed her dog. She missed her brothers. She missed her Mom. She was sick of being sick and in the hospital.
Wed, May 21 (Finally a picc line) … Either due to significant pressure I was putting on the medical staff for two days to get her into interventional radiology (IR) for what’s usually a ½ hour picc line placement so we could be discharged or due to something else, we finally were sent to IR. It took 2 ½ hours.
Dr. Amadu (nice doctor) tried extensively to place her picc line in her left arm but couldn’t. He couldn’t place it in her right arm bc all of her veins had been used up. (She’d had a total of 26 blood draw sticks in 5 days.) The doctor asked if they had my permission to put a picc line in her jugular vein! (That freaked me out more than a bit but I consented.) Ultimately, Dr. Amadu was able to get the picc line inserted in her left arm and we were on our way to being discharged.
Before trying the jugular, Dr. Amadu did a venogram with contrast and learned that the reason the bedside picc line nurse and he had both “hit a wall” was because Ashley’s Superior Vena Cava (artery in her chest) is irregular. (In utero, we have two separate veins in this spot that then meld together to form one “superior vena cava”; Ashley’s is still separate.) With this knowledge, he was able to revise how he was placing the picc line and finally got it into a workable position near her heart.
Last step before discharge … the PA (Physician Associate) took the 5-day antiseptic dressing off of her neck wound only to find … that the wound was oozing … from the same spot in was when we came into the hospital in the first place. UGH! We were literally packed and ready to walk out the door. We were tired of being there; we were sure they were tired of us being there. But could we be discharged if the wound is still oozing and her white blood cell count was still high? Apparently the answer was “Yes” because the PA said, “You have the IV antibiotics (daptomycin) which is all we’d be giving you in the hospital. I’d rather you be home away from all of the germs in the hospital.” So we were discharged. (I was wondering if Dr. Henderson would say to me the next day when we saw him at his office, “Why did you let them discharge her??? Now we’ve just got to re-admit her to the hospital.”) But fortunately he didn’t, agreeing with the PA on her decision.
Thurs, May 22 (You’ve got to be kidding me) … Shortly after that Dr. Henderson appt, home health came by to give Ashley her first dose of IV daptomycin … and the picc line didn’t work (could barely get the medicine in and no blood return). UGH!! You’ve got to be kidding me! Slight panic. Ok, more than slight. And a good bit of fear. If she can’t get her IV antibiotics, how are we going to turn the tide of this white blood cell count/not get an infection in her bones?!
At this point I was getting overwhelmed. I texted my wife, “I need you to come back to DC. This is getting very, very serious. The infection isn’t clearing up and that’s very scary. Between giving her pain meds, regular meds, food, laundry, walks, prescription runs, grocery runs, doctor appts, blood draws, being Ashley’s personal psychologist and cheerleader, and now adding an IV that has to be given daily via an extremely sterile method, this is a LOT! We need you to come back right away.” Fortunately the next day was Angela’s last day of the school year and she returned 2 days later.
Fri, May 23 (Back to the hospital … #3 for those of you who are counting) … If I’m tired of being at the hospital, you can only imagine how Ashley is feeling right about now, undergoing yet another medical procedure. Anxiety, PTSD, fearful for her future.
On this occasion Dr. Amadu attempted to put a tunnel picc line in her jugular but found yet another unusual thing about Ashley’s body; her jugular vein (big and fat on most of us) is tiny in Ashley; too thin and narrow for a picc line. “Could THIS be the reason she has significant headaches, brain fog, vision problems, etc.,” I wondered? “And, if so, why has no one looked at this in 14 years of hospital visits and doctor appts?”
Dr. Amadu said he’d try to adjust her existing picc line in her left arm but “no promises that it will remain viable.” Ultimately, he pulled her picc line back a few centimeters and then stitched it into place. “It is tenuous at best,” he noted. We are not convinced it’ll last 2 days or 2 weeks, much less 6 weeks. When we asked what the back up plan would be, he suggested that the infectious disease doctor might switch her to pill antibiotics but noted that they tend to be less effective.
Sun, May 25-31 (Mom’s back!) … Angela being back was a breath of fresh air! She was able to take on most of the cheerleader/friend role as well as medications, food, and laundry while I took a brief breather, then got back into helping Ash while also getting back into counseling some of my clients whom I had to put on hold for a couple of weeks. (I was truly grateful that each of my clients had been so understanding during this busy time as I kept having to reschedule time and again during this stressful period, something I almost never do.)
It was a BUSY week but a whole lot better with my wife here with us! Angela was able to take Ashley out more on some drives, occasional shopping, etc. Typically Ashley felt pretty miserable on most of these (nauseaus, tired, in pain) but she enjoyed getting out a bit.
Highlight of the week: finding out her white blood cell count was FINALLY in the normal range! Thank the Lord!
Sun, June 1-7 (the final week, we hope) … This past week has been relatively stable … Ash in a good bit of pain still (neck, head, back, spine), nauseaus most of the day (nothing new from the past 14 years unfortunately), anxious/worried, tired. On Thursday, Dr. Henderson took this 2nd set of stitches out (leaving them in for an extra week per our request to allow extra time for the wounds to heal … EDS patients tend to heal slowly and Ashley is no exception) and we are hopeful that the stitches spots remain closed.
You’ll recall that this is where things went downhill last time … just as we were planning on going home. So we are cautiously optimistic that, nearing Day 45 in our journey, we will be able to go home to San Antonio on Tuesday, June 10 … where we will continue this journey … IV antibiotics being carefully administered daily in an extremely sterile fashion by Angela and I for an additional several weeks until July 3, weekly IV dressing changes and blood draws by home health nurse, resuming typical at home medical things (doctor appts, medical trauma counseling, physical therapy) … and hopefully embark on a much needed journey of healing … to begin a new life in which she is hopefully in less pain, less fatigued, and able to function in life better … getting back to doing more of what Ashley loves and what makes Ashley, Ashley. We will see….
“Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full into his wonderful face.
And the things of this earth will look strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.”
> one of our favorite songs during these challenging times
ps-Angela & I gifted Ashley with a new Bible during her recovery as she has been using her children's Bible that she recieved during 3rd grade at Alamo Heights UMC during Children's Ministry Bible dedication-aka the same Bible for 20 years! We surprised her with it (meaningfully signed by her three brothers as well as Ang & I), as her children's Bible is missing entire books of The Bible, assorted chapters, etc. She won't be getting rid of her prior Bible, and all the meaningful notes, hilighted verses, etc but would LOVE for YOU, Team Ashley, to share some of your favorite and most meaningful Bible passages, verses and notes to journal to help her begin the process of filling in her new Bible with hope and encouragement as she begins this next step of this next chapter of her life. Please feel free to pass this message on to anyone and everyone! The more the merrier!