Thursday, October 21, 2010

Three liters

As you may have noticed, when I feel sick, I do not blog. If I feel sick and things are going on, then JP or Eric will blog in my place. From this you can deduce that since my last blog I have been feeling worse and worse without anything much going on in my life besides hobbling around and staying in bed. By last week I couldn't walk upright, my stomach was compressed so I was eating less and less, and my lungs were compressed so that I had to sleep more and more upright, most probably caused by a collection of fluid in my cavities due to renewed cancer activity. This Monday was my blood testing for possible chemo - all a go for Wednesday, and when I met with Drs M and L they were not happy with my request for immediate centesis, saying that they did not want to put me at the risk of infection by sticking more needles in me. They did agree for me to have an ultrasound the next day, which did indicate some fluid build-up, but from the belly - annoyingly the thorax ultrasound had not been ordered, so no news there.
Wednesday I went in for chemo - just an hour long drip this time, but I was feeling so much worse that we paged Dr L, who came by, listened to my chest and booked me for a thoracentesis for Thursday, much to my relief. I made it through one more mainly sleepless night and this morning drove out with light heart and bursting belly to PMH.
My bubble of joy deflated when they learned that I was taking Warfarin as a blood thinner and told me that a thoracentesis (chest drain) was impossible - I would have to be off Warfarin for five days to get it out of my system before they would put a needle into my chest. The doctor agreed to do a paracentesis (belly drain), sent me for ultrasound, and then drew 3 liters with two different taps. Immediate relief - I am now able to stand up straight, put on my shoes, eat a meal, lie down to sleep, and am 6 pounds lighter and feel quite good to boot. I'll fairly fly up the two flights of stairs to watch the West Wing on DVD tonight!

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Glad that you are feeling a bit better, I'd like to come and visit if that's ok, let me know, Helen xx

MARIANO said...

Good to know you're feeling a bit better, Anne! And that you like the West Wing! :-)
My favorite EVER bit of the show is this one, of course:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHaVUjjH3EI
Isn't he just GRRRRREAT???
Big hug,
Mariano

Mirta said...

Some news is so much better than no news... phew.. And news that there are things being done that make you feel better- now that's great news ;)
Much love

Mirta said...

Some news is so much better than no news... phew.. And news that there are things being done that make you feel better- now that's great news ;)
Much love

Webbster said...

Thanks for the update, Anne. Going to see about dropping by for a visit this week - I'll check first. Love it that your humour carries you through. Hugs to JP, Eric, whoever else is there. Much love, L

Kjetil said...

Great to hear you're feeling better! Love, Kjetil

Anonymous said...

I still haven't got over being upstaged by a red wig!

And now your flying up the stairs! How up can your staging be.

Fond thoughts. Mary BC

Anonymous said...

Hi anne
yes, some news is better than none
so glad the drain really helped.
Love to visit when you're up to it

We got back from Italy Monday night after a fabulous trip

Lots of love to all of you
eric and terry

Christiane said...

Anne,
C'est trop dur d'etre si loin de toi, nous sommes avec toi non stop par la pensée et nous t'envoyons plein de sourires et plein de soleils
love to JP and Eric and Myriam
christiane J Louis xxxx

STILLMAGNOLIA said...

Thank you for sharing this story. I am glad I found you and stopped by. I have a blog too...http://stillmagnolias.blogspot.com. Stop by and read it sometime. My husband is the pastor at Rock Mills UMC. We moved here in June. I love it!

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