Relief For Robyn
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When you go into a hospital for help you trust that the doctors and supporting staff have your best interest in mind. Well unfortunately for Robyn this wasn't the case. Now due to the negligence of someone else Robyn and her family are suffering.
Robyn's story and what she has gone through breaks my heart! She is a wonderful person who unfortunately got some serious incompetent life threatening treatment from a local surgeon and hospital. She is a mother, a wife and a business owner. Since her horrific surgery gone wrong Robyn has yet to be able to return back to work and all the bills are pilling up. Robyn has done so much to help others and now its time for her Karma bank to cash out. She is still in and out of the hospital with complications from a negligent surgeon. She has a daughter with special needs that still requires full time care and her store and lively hood Ogden Rox that she is trying to keep a float. Robyn has sacrificed so much to build her business and not only take care of her family but also her friends, I feel now is the time for some of those friends to help her.
If you know Robyn or you just want to pay it forward please help us reach this goal! Every little bit counts!
In Robyn's own words she explains what she has gone through this past month.
"So... I went to the hospital on Tuesday the 24th of April. They did a CT scan and confirmed that I had a bowel obstruction. I was admitted that night. Over the next week I was made to drink gallons of one thing or another. I was on a liquid only diet. I went through procedures and tests daily. All of which had no effect. I was swelling up to the point that the staff said I looked 15 months pregnant. My feet were so swollen my toes were turning black. They finally decided to do surgery on the 30th. The Dr’s told me my tissue had gone necrotic and was unsalvageable. They told me I was going to end up with a colostomy bag at the age of 42. Several of my nurses volunteered their perspectives that if they were in my position they would choose to end their life. On that positive note, off to surgery I go. When I woke up I was given the news. I was fully in tact. They found something similar to a rock in the descending portion of my large intestine, removed it, sewed it back together, sewed me up, and wah hoo on my way to recovery. The incision covers my entire abdomen from top to bottom. From just under my chest plate to my pelvic area. 30 staples. All my abdominal muscles had been cut through. After proving I could walk on my own. I was finally released on may 4th. I was essentially on bed rest. Don’t lift anything over 20lbs. Don’t go to work. I was not allowed to return to my life. Poor Dustin was thrown into running the store on his own full time. A few days into my healing at home I was having all sorts of new pain. I had this horrible grabbing pain in my chest and back every time I took a breath in. I was just screaming and then hyperventilating. After only 1 week home I went back to the hospital. They confirmed that I had a ton of fluid (still from being so swollen) on my lungs. They called it 3rd spacing. When they had me drinking all those fluids and it had no where to go, I basically Ballooned up with fluid. It was stored all over my body under my skin. Both of my lungs were partially collapsed they estimated over a liter of fluid on each lung was preventing them from expanding. They were being pinned down. A tube was guided via ultrasound in between my ribs into my chest cavity and over 1500ml of fluid was taken off my right side. I was once again admitted into the hospital. The next morning my X-rays showed no marked improvement between the left and right sides. My chest had already filled back up with fluid. They decide to put me on IV pharmaceutical grade diuretics. Mother’s Day in the hospital away from my family was exceptionally heart breaking for me and I cried a lot. Dustin Owen brought me breakfast and later brought my babies and later... he brought leatherbys Ice Cream yummm. That day my surgeon popped in. He said it was time to remove my staples he took them all out, apologized for using staples, and soooo many. He said I still needed steri strips and he would be right back to put them on. Hours passed. I asked my nurse about him. She said she didn’t think he would be back since he had left the hospital so long ago. My new nurse after shift change would be able to put steri strips on for me but because my incision was so big she needed to take care of all her other patients first. I was going to be time consuming. As I waited. My tummy started leaking fluid. At first it was just a little spot. Then it started draining out as if a faucet had been turned on. I filled up an entire tissue box full just trying to contain the fluid after calling the nurse station. I said “oh I need help! My stomach is draining fluid like crazy”! 2 nurses came in and panic spread faster than the fluid that was coming out. Within a minute or two, one nurse said “I’ll hold her belly together, you go get help! Call everyone! Get the hospital supervisor here!” Wait? What? “You’ll hold me together?” I made the mistake of looking down. OMG!!!! No!!! My incision was opening I could see all the way down into my belly. I called Dustin and told him to come back to the hospital. Another nurse came in and asked if I wanted a pic of it. I thought she was crazy. But then I thought, oh shoot! Yes! I may need a record of this. I handed her my phone and had to remind her twice to take the picture. She froze while watching what was being done to me. Long story even longer... the hospital supervisor who is a nurse with 17 years experience packed my wound with sterile gauze, taped me up and called my surgeon to come back. Dustin made it to the hospital and we both took turns trying to calm each other down. When I found out that the staff had told the surgeon that they could see my bowels, and yet he refused to come in that night, I had to request an anti anxiety and sleeping pill. How else was I going to get through that night, knowing my belly is still wide open under that bandage? The following day, the surgeons assistant told me, they may not sew me back together at all. They may just keep me there and wait for my wound to close on its own. Of coarse if you know me, you know I expressed calmly my feelings for this plan and gently requested to speak to my surgeon who forgot to come back with steri strips and refused to come back to the hospital when my abdomen opened up. He arrived half way into the time where his assistant was stitching my abdomen back together. Ugh! I’m exhausted just telling this story. Blah blah blah. I’m starting over from step 1 of my recovery. I’ve been home 1 week and 2 days. I’m leaking fluid and filling up bandages daily. It still hurts to breathe my scar/incision is worse. I can’t work. Dustin still has to do everything. I’m avoiding seeking any medical attention at all. I’m just praying I can get through this."
Robyn's story and what she has gone through breaks my heart! She is a wonderful person who unfortunately got some serious incompetent life threatening treatment from a local surgeon and hospital. She is a mother, a wife and a business owner. Since her horrific surgery gone wrong Robyn has yet to be able to return back to work and all the bills are pilling up. Robyn has done so much to help others and now its time for her Karma bank to cash out. She is still in and out of the hospital with complications from a negligent surgeon. She has a daughter with special needs that still requires full time care and her store and lively hood Ogden Rox that she is trying to keep a float. Robyn has sacrificed so much to build her business and not only take care of her family but also her friends, I feel now is the time for some of those friends to help her.
If you know Robyn or you just want to pay it forward please help us reach this goal! Every little bit counts!
In Robyn's own words she explains what she has gone through this past month.
"So... I went to the hospital on Tuesday the 24th of April. They did a CT scan and confirmed that I had a bowel obstruction. I was admitted that night. Over the next week I was made to drink gallons of one thing or another. I was on a liquid only diet. I went through procedures and tests daily. All of which had no effect. I was swelling up to the point that the staff said I looked 15 months pregnant. My feet were so swollen my toes were turning black. They finally decided to do surgery on the 30th. The Dr’s told me my tissue had gone necrotic and was unsalvageable. They told me I was going to end up with a colostomy bag at the age of 42. Several of my nurses volunteered their perspectives that if they were in my position they would choose to end their life. On that positive note, off to surgery I go. When I woke up I was given the news. I was fully in tact. They found something similar to a rock in the descending portion of my large intestine, removed it, sewed it back together, sewed me up, and wah hoo on my way to recovery. The incision covers my entire abdomen from top to bottom. From just under my chest plate to my pelvic area. 30 staples. All my abdominal muscles had been cut through. After proving I could walk on my own. I was finally released on may 4th. I was essentially on bed rest. Don’t lift anything over 20lbs. Don’t go to work. I was not allowed to return to my life. Poor Dustin was thrown into running the store on his own full time. A few days into my healing at home I was having all sorts of new pain. I had this horrible grabbing pain in my chest and back every time I took a breath in. I was just screaming and then hyperventilating. After only 1 week home I went back to the hospital. They confirmed that I had a ton of fluid (still from being so swollen) on my lungs. They called it 3rd spacing. When they had me drinking all those fluids and it had no where to go, I basically Ballooned up with fluid. It was stored all over my body under my skin. Both of my lungs were partially collapsed they estimated over a liter of fluid on each lung was preventing them from expanding. They were being pinned down. A tube was guided via ultrasound in between my ribs into my chest cavity and over 1500ml of fluid was taken off my right side. I was once again admitted into the hospital. The next morning my X-rays showed no marked improvement between the left and right sides. My chest had already filled back up with fluid. They decide to put me on IV pharmaceutical grade diuretics. Mother’s Day in the hospital away from my family was exceptionally heart breaking for me and I cried a lot. Dustin Owen brought me breakfast and later brought my babies and later... he brought leatherbys Ice Cream yummm. That day my surgeon popped in. He said it was time to remove my staples he took them all out, apologized for using staples, and soooo many. He said I still needed steri strips and he would be right back to put them on. Hours passed. I asked my nurse about him. She said she didn’t think he would be back since he had left the hospital so long ago. My new nurse after shift change would be able to put steri strips on for me but because my incision was so big she needed to take care of all her other patients first. I was going to be time consuming. As I waited. My tummy started leaking fluid. At first it was just a little spot. Then it started draining out as if a faucet had been turned on. I filled up an entire tissue box full just trying to contain the fluid after calling the nurse station. I said “oh I need help! My stomach is draining fluid like crazy”! 2 nurses came in and panic spread faster than the fluid that was coming out. Within a minute or two, one nurse said “I’ll hold her belly together, you go get help! Call everyone! Get the hospital supervisor here!” Wait? What? “You’ll hold me together?” I made the mistake of looking down. OMG!!!! No!!! My incision was opening I could see all the way down into my belly. I called Dustin and told him to come back to the hospital. Another nurse came in and asked if I wanted a pic of it. I thought she was crazy. But then I thought, oh shoot! Yes! I may need a record of this. I handed her my phone and had to remind her twice to take the picture. She froze while watching what was being done to me. Long story even longer... the hospital supervisor who is a nurse with 17 years experience packed my wound with sterile gauze, taped me up and called my surgeon to come back. Dustin made it to the hospital and we both took turns trying to calm each other down. When I found out that the staff had told the surgeon that they could see my bowels, and yet he refused to come in that night, I had to request an anti anxiety and sleeping pill. How else was I going to get through that night, knowing my belly is still wide open under that bandage? The following day, the surgeons assistant told me, they may not sew me back together at all. They may just keep me there and wait for my wound to close on its own. Of coarse if you know me, you know I expressed calmly my feelings for this plan and gently requested to speak to my surgeon who forgot to come back with steri strips and refused to come back to the hospital when my abdomen opened up. He arrived half way into the time where his assistant was stitching my abdomen back together. Ugh! I’m exhausted just telling this story. Blah blah blah. I’m starting over from step 1 of my recovery. I’ve been home 1 week and 2 days. I’m leaking fluid and filling up bandages daily. It still hurts to breathe my scar/incision is worse. I can’t work. Dustin still has to do everything. I’m avoiding seeking any medical attention at all. I’m just praying I can get through this."
Organizer and beneficiary
Valerie Gillies
Organizer
Sandy City, UT
Robyn Owen
Beneficiary