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!