Sunday, January 17, 2010


19 X-rays
7 needle poke for IVs
One epidural without gaining a child
10 days in the hospital
Drinking 4 oz. of prune juice to get my bowels moving
Two Chest tubes
and the removal of a catheter

I was able to return home Saturday around 10:00 a.m.

It is good to be home and to be able to sleep in my own bed and not being woke up 4 or 5 times every night to either take pills, get my vital taken, or having my IV machine beep due to the infusion of my antibiotics being done.

During my stay I also lost count of how many pills I had to take but I can confidentially say that it is above 70.

I will just now be kicking it at home letting my chest continue to heal.

This Tuesday I will be going to get the staples that are holding me together removed and then Chemo probably on Friday or next Monday. The Chemo part is not yet scheduled.

That is all for now and I just wanted to thank everyone again for the many Get Well Cards and would like to thank my cousin Clarke Anderson for his Speech. It was Awesome!

If you have any questions about my past surgery or future treatment feel free to comment on this blog or email me at I will answer them the best I can.

Thanks for all your prayers you never can have to many!


Lauren Kristine said...

Let me know if you want any particular tasty food and I will make it/bring it by the house sometime this week! I'm glad you're home.

Anonymous said...

Welcome home cowboy.

disco stu said...

An epidural without a child is like Christmas without any presents.

Kels H. said...

I'm so glad to hear you're home - sorry about the lack of baby. But it reminds me of a story - once upon a time, my grandpa had to go into the hospital right before Christmas for some type of stomach infection (I don't remember the details, which is fine with me). His stomach had been all swollen because of the problem. So, when he came home from the hospital just in time for our family Christmas party, he brought a litter of little black puppies with him. He said, "When mommies' bellies get big & they go to the hospital, they come home with babies. When grandpas' bellies get big & they go to the hospital, they come home with puppies." It was an awesome Christmas for all of us grandkids, though I don't think our parents were quite so amused by the furry little surprises.

Get well soon, Dave! :) Still keeping you in my prayers.

Kels H. said...

It was pretty creative - I think I was about 4 at the time, and though I was suspicious, I don't think I conclusively decided that grandpa's didn't have puppies until I was about 6 or 7. He was a great teaser, my Grandpa T.

Maritza Toro said...

Hi Dave! My name is Maritza Toro and I'm a cancer survivor from
2006. Your father, then Elder Chalk, taught my brother and I the missionary discussion in Puerto Rico in 1976. He confirmed me a member of the church. I feel a great esteem for your father and through him for your entire family. I hope your chemo will go well and you'll beat this cancer for good! My husband put your name on the prayer roll at the Mt. Timpanogos Temple last week. We hope you'll be able draw strength from all those who care about you so much, especially your Heavenly Father. Best wishes and we'll continue to pray for you.