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A BIG thankyou to my sister Jenny for guest blogging while I was in the hospital. She now has her own blog which you can visit...go ahead...show her some LOVE!:)

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It's good to be home, okay so I'm not actually home but I'm out of the hospital and that's all that matters. My dad picked me up on Saturday from Dartmouth and took me down to Massachusetts so that I could be reunited with my kids. It was good to see them again. To sum up that last hospitalization, it was awful! I woke up with a temp on a Friday and was quickly brought to the ER by my husband because my port had been bothering me and so everyone was worried that it might be infected. Because my port is right next to my heart, you can't mess around with it. I was in the ER for 8 hours before being admitted. Antibiotics were started and I felt awful. The surgeon visited me a couple of times that night to observe my port and was not quite sure the fever was a result of an infected port. By morning my white blood cell count was better which made the surgeon feel even more confident that it wasn't my port that was making me sick. Sunday morning my white blood cell count was down even more BUT the surgeon told me that all of a sudden my blood count plummented and my kidneys were in acute renal failure. Throughout the rest of the morning and afternoon, many doctors were consulted to find out why my body was all of a sudden failing. I was transfused with two units of blood in the meantime and by the afternoon I was informed that they were sending me to Dartmouth because they did not have any answers. I arrived at DHMC around 7pm that night by ambulance. To make a long story short the rest of the week was spent testing and testing and re-testing to find out answers to which there were none. I left not ever knowing why but atleast my counts returned to semi-normal which allowed me to leave the hospital. My pancreas is still having some issues but they felt comfortable enough to let me leave. I will now be seeing a high risk OB doctor at DHMC because of all my problems. The scary thing about not knowing why is that they can't say it won't happen to me again??? My gut feeling is that my TPN that I was on had something to do with it. I'll never know. I'm still struggling with nausea and vomiting but things are looking up. I'm returning to NH tomorrow and can't wait to see my husband. My sister Amy will be coming back with me to help me while I'm still ill. I am so grateful to my family members for all their love and support. I have been waited on hand and foot here at my mom's house. Life is good.