Well, because I really did not have any content for a blog update, I was going to make this a more philosophical one. Sorry Lynn, you’ll have to wait.
Instead, I am typing my blog tonight on my iPad while lying in a hospital bed. Surprise, surprise, surprise! So, as before, don’t expect much of the cutesy graphics because it’s much more complicated using this device.
So how did I arrive at this location you ask? Glad you asked.
Just when I was finishing my last entry blogging about how well I was feeling, the worm began to turn. I was feeling short of breath again (abbreviated S.O.B. of course) and after a couple days got an appointment for what I expected would be my lucky 3rd lung-suck thoracentisis. Yet when I went in last Friday, using the ultrasound, nary a drop of fluid could be found. Hmm. What the hell? So what could be causing my air gulping after two flights of stairs?
My clinical trial CT scan is scheduled now for this Friday. This is the scan that they will use to compare against the one I took just before the trial started and thus see how the A-Team has been doing. I figured I’d wait for that scan to see if they could also figure out what was causing my breath shortfall.
Best laid plans.
The area behind and on the inside of my right knee has been bugging me a bit over the last week but I brushed it off as probably something I pulled slightly playing softball, a fairly logical conclusion based on my history. In fact it wasn’t bad enough to keep me from playing in our softball playoff game yesterday. Of course I went 0 for 4 again. Not sure why they let me keep playing on this team. Maybe it was my pitching or the 3, almost 4, double plays I turned at the rover position. Not that I was counting or anything. 🙂 Always looking for a silver lining….
Yet, when I woke up this morning I could hardly move my right leg. Had to basically lay my pants on the floor to put my leg in as I couldn’t bend it. Of course I continued my wishful thinking (and brain challenged) approach to the issue by assuming it was something I did trying to run out one of my ground balls. Nyet.
So I sent my lung-onc an email this morning explaining my symptoms, and I received a fairly quick response. It essentially said, though in not these exact terms, to get my ass into emergency as I possibly had a dangerous blood clot in my leg (deep vein thrombosis – aka DVT). Nothing to fool around with. OK, my scare meter took a big hit.
So in the ER they confirmed via ultrasound that yes, I did indeed have a blood clot in my leg. Scare meter jump. Apparently cancer patients are considerably more susceptible to blood clots than the average Joe. Maybe if I change my name to Joe? They then took me in for a CT scan to ensure that no clots had broken off and traveled into my lung arena. Scare meter off the chart when they confirmed a clot in my left lung as well. (aka pulmonary embolism – P. E.). Just love these acronyms. Hey, I thought I was supposed to know well in advance when things were going south. I wasn’t prepared for all of this immediacy crap.
So that brings me to the hospital bed where I will be overnight for observation while they monitor all of my vitals. Late in the afternoon they gave me an injection of Lovenox, a blood thinner that will become my BFF apparently. In fact, once I get out of this place I will be in charge of giving myself two jabbings a day with this stuff into my belly roll for the foreseeable future, likely forever. Lucky I have plenty of slab to grab to give myself the injection. Those of you with diabetes will go eh, no big deal. And I’m sure I will get to that point (intentional pun) soon enough. So tomorrow morning they will observe while I do my own masochistic stabbing to ensure I know how to inject myself properly. Hey, learn something new every day, right?
So since this is a blood thinner that I will be on, perhaps forever, I need to be concerned about any possible injury or cuts. Contact sports are out so I guess my weekly rugby games are history and I won’t be able to defend my UFC championship this year. Bummer.
But there is that same disagreement I had earlier in the year when we debated about whether the softball I play is a potential contact sport. I may have just played my last game if indeed I lose that argument. Perhaps they will let me play if I wear a batting helmet. Stay tuned Steve. Skiing? Problematic most likely. Guess I will just have to get a lot better at golf.
Next update will probably be early next week when I get the results of the scan on Friday. Stay tuned on that as well.
Business as usual, although we have a new business plan. Day at as time.