Hospitalization Diary 034_Regional Hospital_Day 27 of Hospital Visits. Today is a day for visiting. In the morning, a message arrives from my wife. "With the intestinal suction..."

20250416 (Wed) Regional Hospital Day 27 of Hospital Visits

Today is a day for visiting.

In the morning, a message arrives from my wife.
"With the intestinal suction, 3.6 liters came out!"
I'm surprised.
Where in that slender belly of hers could that much have been stored?
It must be in the intestines, but...

Well, that must have been painful.
Even watching her suffer right next to me, I don't really know how much pain she is in.
If only it had been sooner.
I had that kind of regret.
But with this, it seems the vomiting and abdominal pain will go away.

In the morning, I try going to the shared vegetable garden.
I intended to make ridges, but I couldn't confirm the plot I had renewed the contract for.
So, I decide to show my face again in the afternoon to confirm the location.

I take the missing items to the hospital.

"The nurse said my complexion is looking better."
I also feel that my wife's complexion is improving.
Her way of speaking also seems energetic.
The tank is filled with even more liquid that has come out.
She says it's from after the morning report.
I read the scale for the increased amount.
In total, it has reached nearly 4 liters.
"It seems it's more than other people."

Considering her body type, I would say it is significantly more than others. I try touching my wife's stomach. The tension has certainly decreased. It's not as bad as yesterday. However, I feel like some tension still remains.
Even while we are talking, brown liquid moves through the tube in her nose. A cycle of 30 seconds of pumping up and 30 seconds of rest. It is not natural pressure, but suction. Two additional outlets have been added for that purpose, and my wife has to unplug three outlets to go to the restroom.
It's a troublesome thing.

"When I do Tai Chi or walk around and move, more comes out."
I think to myself that she has become able to move that much.
The vomiting and the pain from the tension go away if you drain what has accumulated.
If that is gone, even if she cannot eat, she can live a normal life.
She grumbles about wanting to be discharged from this hospitalization soon, but I felt it would be better to get as much out as possible.
I tell her that.

It's good that she has become energetic, but her previous tendency to lament has returned.
But that is a much better state than being unable to do anything due to pain and suffering.
"Even during treatment, your physical condition should have its ups and downs, so when you're feeling good, you can go for walks, go to cafes, or even travel."
I say that to encourage her.

Throughout our conversation, my wife keeps her head down and frequently drops her gaze.
When I thought she might be disappointed, she was actually following the discharge from her nose, which was reflected in the corner of her eye, with her gaze.
When she flicks the liquid that flows down occasionally with her finger, it flows smoothly into the tank.
This seems to have become my wife's hobby now.
I try doing it too, imitating her.
The liquid that had stopped flows smoothly.
Indeed, this seems like it could become a habit.

Because I am waiting for mail in the evening, I take a shower and have dinner early.

Today's dinner
Chicken liver and steamed vegetables, grilled horse mackerel, leftover miso soup, rice bran pickles
Since the chicken meatballs and steamed vegetables were quite good, I eat the liver I had frozen with the steamed vegetables using yakiniku sauce.
This was not a very good combination.

Evening LINE call.
"I wonder if I will be able to eat."
It seems she had also talked to her older sister before talking to me.
"Even when I ask my sister and others, they don't give me a clear answer. Like, that I will be able to eat properly. They won't tell me it's going to be okay."
I can't say it's going to be okay either.
But I can talk about possibilities.
"If the anticancer drug works well, the cancer might temporarily recede, right? If that happens, the intestinal part might become passable. If that happens, I'm sure they'll say it's okay to eat."
"But even if that happens, how will they judge it?"
"Maybe with a CT scan or something. If they say the cancer has receded, maybe you can try liquid food..."
"Even when I look at the computer, everyone is eating various things. Like rice balls in a bento or sausages, I bet those are delicious... It's good that I've become energetic, but I've started thinking only about things like that."
"That's much better. Rather than being unable to think about anything due to nausea. I'm sure you'll be able to eat."

I talk about the time with my younger sister again to encourage her.
Even though the anticancer drug didn't work and only palliative treatment could be done, my wife knows that she went on trips during that time.

To put it extremely, regarding meals, at worst, she can just eat.
And then, she can just have it drained from her nose again.

I am thinking in the corner of my mind.
Is it possible to have only the part of the intestine affected by cancer removed?

Even if it's not possible as a treatment, what about as a palliative measure?
I might have to talk about such things with the doctor in charge.
But, anyway, nothing can be done unless the treatment starts.

The test results will be next week.
I am really looking forward to it.