Well, when Dr. H says "Do you think you could park it on the 11th floor overnight for me?" I don't think I'll ever believe him again! One night turned into 3. The third night was actually the hospital's fault, though.
Remember how Ames said I needed a transfusion? They didn't get the blood up to me until 7:00 PM!!! So I couldn't leave on Thursday like I wanted to. I had to wait until Friday. And something happened during the transfusion. I had a reaction of some sort to the first unit, and reached a new level of misery like I've never known. I was burning up in my core, and freezing on my skin. My chest hurt, and everything felt cold. I was sincerely afraid that I was not going to wake up on Friday morning if I fell asleep during the transfusion. And at one point, I was actually willing myself into the arms of Jesus. Just so that it would be over. When that first unit of blood was completed, they gave me Ambien, and I fell asleep with my mother rubbing my back. On Friday morning, all was well.
Dr. H said that even though I was getting O positive, irradiated blood, that there must have been something in the blood serum that I was either allergic to, or had that horrible reaction to. He said that he has a patient who has to get blood platelets on a bi-weekly basis, but he's allergic to strawberries. Inevitably, he has an anaphylactic reaction to every infusion. Especially in the summer. Because the person who donated had likely eaten strawberries.
I'm thankful that it wasn't my first transfusion, or I would be terrified of ever having another one.
Anyway, the ulcer medicine continues to work wonders. We've got my tube feeds back up to "normal" levels, and I've actually eaten a little bit of solid food today. The smell of burned toast nearly sent me OTE this morning, but I've got good nausea drugs. I also have "Magic Mouthwash" for the mouth sores, and they're getting better. My counts are likely still low, but everyone at home is being very careful around me.
Dr. H decided that he is either going to cut back or cut out the "new" third drug, as I've had such rediculous reactions to it. He said that the regimin was already pretty heafty, and that adding the Epirubicin made it more toxic than I needed. It also suppressed my bone marrow so much that it scared him. My white and red counts both tanked very fast, despite the two shots they gave me to increase production of each.
I'm going to work tomorrow since I can't go to church and make up for at least one of the days I had to take unpaid last week.
On the swelling note, the lymphedema specialist recommended under armor, as it's tight and goes all the way up my leg. Why on earth didn't WE think of that?? Since buying it, my left leg has softened, and the swelling in the thigh is much much reduced!
A few very specific prayer requests:
1. For Paul. He's so depressed and worried that he's having a hard time functioning. He needs to find a job, but he's nearly paralyzed with fear/dread/worry. He's applying for teaching jobs, but not for anything else, and something else may be what we need right now. BECAUSE
2. I'm going to talk to work about cutting back to 3/4 time until this round of chemo is over. It's at least 2 more treatments, so I'd be working 3/4 time the rest of the summer. But I need time to heal. Time to rest. Time to get better.
So that's that. I'm home, and it feels good to be here. Thank you for all of your love and prayers!
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