It is with great sorrow and a heavy heart that I write this blog. My grandson Hayden, whose birth I have eagerly anticipated, has been taken from me. Vanessa and her parents delivered him at Vanderbilt on Wednesday, October 9th at 7:14 pm, without my son's knowledge or mine. For some strange unknown reason, a security alert has been placed on her, and all visitors will be escorted out by security. I know. I was escorted out this morning when I attempted to see her. I was screamed at by her mother and not allowed to see Hayden. Now, I know this girl is young (19), but she acts like she doesn't have a voice and lets her parents control and dictate her life, even though she lives with my son and he works two jobs to support her so she can stay home. Can someone please explain this to me? I want to hold my grandson and be free to love him, but I can't. I feel as though a part of me has been ripped to shreds. All I can see is the rain.
And there is more on the horizon. On Monday I will be taken back into surgery to remove the alloderm in my face. It is once again infected and it hurts. We will remove it, irrigate the area, insert a drain, and close it up. Apparently only one in thirty people who have parotidectomies have this problem. I am rejecting the alloderm and as a result my body is actually causing the infection. Leave it to me. Let the rain fall.
And there is more on the horizon. On Monday I will be taken back into surgery to remove the alloderm in my face. It is once again infected and it hurts. We will remove it, irrigate the area, insert a drain, and close it up. Apparently only one in thirty people who have parotidectomies have this problem. I am rejecting the alloderm and as a result my body is actually causing the infection. Leave it to me. Let the rain fall.
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