I was convinced my other baby brother had no gallbladder. My parents, my baby brother, my sister, my two daughters, my niece and I all had surgery to remove our gallbladders. For years my other baby brother has been the oldest with a gallbladder…now he passes the gallbladder to his son Josh the next in line.
My other baby brother got real sick on Thursday night and will have gallbladder removal surgery this morning. The surgeons were all too busy to do his surgery on Friday so he awaits his turn in the hospital…feeling very little pain with a bit of a sleepy look in his eyes…the pain meds are working nicely to keep the edge off the pain.
Years ago in 1926 before my father was born my grandmother had a severe gallbladder attack while she was pregnant with him. She had surgery to remove her gallbladder, they didn’t know at the time if the baby (my Dad) would survive…well he did and he must have passed on the “sick” gallbladder part.
I had my surgery back in 1995 or 1996, I could eat plain toast and drink 7-up that was it….anything else would bring on an attack. I was so happy to finally be diagnosed, I had to have a HIDA Scan to make a definitive diagnosis. My surgeon advised me to go out and eat pizza as soon as I could to find out if the surgery worked! The only problem I have noticed over the years is that you never want to over eat.
My other baby brother and “she who sees robins first.”
She had surgery on her hand on Wednesday and my brother was supposed to be “the nurse”…the best laid plans sometimes don’t work out. We sent over some chili for them on Thursday and I thought for a bit that it might have been my cooking that pushed his gallbladder over the edge but luckily he got too sick to eat it.