Drs. Kadue

Brad went along to my appointment with Dr. Herring on Friday to be "trained in" on how to pack my incision over the weekend. He has been a trooper in dealing with my issues over the past few months - gives me my shots, changes my bandages, etc. Now, I am asking him to perform minor surgery on my incision. I have confidence in him.

Dr. Herring starts poking and prodding again. I NEVER watch or really know (or want to know) what is going on down there. I hear the nurse ask Brad if he needs water or needs to sit down. "No, I think I'm OK", he says. A couple of minutes pass... "I think I need to sit down". I take a look at Brad - white as a sheet and sweaty (the same way I have been feeling this whole time). "Maybe my dad should do this, he suggests". Fine by me. They send us home with all the necessary supplies.

Ultimately, Rick (retired OB-Gyn) comes by on Saturday to help and Brad is able to do it himself - and I able to tolerate it without incident. Emma Claire pulls up her stepstool and watches the whole thing as she holds my hand "I don't touch", she says. She also relives the initial experience of the incision opening up last week "It went pop".

Thank goodness for good help.