Really Bad Sh*t....Literally

I feel like I should write about this time in our life while the details are still fresh but I am too exhausted physically and emotionally to compose anything proper...
After a few weeks of suffering from tummy troubles,Vern finally went to the Dr.. Many tests later,Vern was bracing himself to survive his first colonoscopy due to suspected Diverticulitis.
Wednesday evening his Dr called us at home and told us to head to the ER because he was concerned about the results of Vern's CT scan. So,we packed our bags and headed over. It's not very often that you get to walk into the ER and say "Hello,I'm Vern,I think you are expecting me?" and the receptionist says "Vern...oh yes,your Dr called we are ready for you."
After a few hours in ER getting admitted,he was moved to a room upstairs as we were told to settle in for a few days of IV antibiotics. Due to his Diverticulitis,part of his colon had become infected,then ruptured causing a hole in his colon that had begun to wall itself off and block outflow. Mess. A huge mess. My poor sweet man was suddenly faced with weeks in the hospital,surgery,recovery.

And that wasn't even the WORST news....
In cases as extreme as Vern's the infected part of the colon needs to be removed and the possibility of the surgeon being able to reattach it at the same time is highly unlikely.That means a coloscopy bag for a few months so the body can heal and then another surgery later to reattach the colon.

Thursday was a rough day. Shock. Tears. Hugs. Tons of phone calls,texts,facebook comments and messages. Our friends and family have been so amazingly supported and have provided a much needed source of strength. The last 48 hours have been educational to say the least. All the IV hoses and machines are becoming a lot less intimidating as we don't hesitate to hit the "silence" button when it beeps constantly for no reason. Finicky machine! We know what every IV bag is full of and what it's doing as the Nurse's appreciate our input as the shifts change every 6-8 hours and we keep them up to date. We walk the halls of our floor a few times a day,it's hard for Vern to sit in bed all day and we are trying to take advantage of it while we can because it looks like surgery is tomorrow. Vern is such a good sport,strolling the halls in his camo slippers,athletic shorts and hospital robe. Rolling his IV machine in front of him with one hand and holding my hand with the other.

So I end this blog for now,I should've been asleep hours ago...
Prayers are appreciated,we really need them tomorrow. We will get through this and everything will be fine... or so I keep telling myself.
 Man,I really need a hug.