This past week went by slowly. I was very uncomfortable with a build up of fluid in my chest and abdomen that my oncologist didn't seem to want me to have dealt with (risk of infection, not really enough build up - what did she want? an explosion??). I had to push her to recommend me back to North York Gen Hospital, which she declined to do, saying that perhaps my GP would do this for me. I called my GP, and she, very kindly, did just that. Friday we drove to NYG where I met lots of the staff that I knew from last March, and they tapped the left side of my chest and drew off 600 ccs of the vile liquid. Then they tapped my abdomen high up on the right side and removed another 2.9 liters of liquid that had been compressing my lung and stomach and caused my ribs to ache and all sorts of other discomforts. In less than an hour I had lost another 7-8 pounds of excess liquid, and I went home walking upright and with an appointment for next Friday, in case the ascites returns. I am still on pain killers for other reasons, but at least I have ruled a new tumor out of the swelling on my right side.
Today I have been letting my insides sort out where they should be, and hopefully tomorrow will be a more comfortable day for me. It better be - I need to be a little more active to help my men get the house ready for our family to arrive from Alabama, Montreal, France and England for an early Thanksgiving gathering, US style. There will be 12 of us at our most numerous, and a great week of feasting and fellowship is on order.