Today I saw my GP. He read the report on the biopsy of my lump. Apparently it was cancer but low grade and slow developing. It had penetrated my bowel wall but not gone through. The surgeon removed it along with 14 cm of bowel. Since it was all removed I will probably be fine and not need chemo. I think I am very lucky and I am feeling unbelievably better every day. I spend my time walking, eating, resting and sending emails. On the asthma front I seem to be fine though I still have phlegm and coughing probably from gn. I lost around 10 lbs so my next target is to get strong as fast as I can.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
My surgery is done and I came home yesterday. It was a pretty arduous experience because I had a setback on about the third day. Up until then I was doing ok and even eating light foods. I remember chicken soup the first night. Apparently on the second night my stomach stopped draining and fluid built up. I got quite swollen and had bad pain. To fix this required a gn tube - gastric nasal - inserted through my nose and down my throat to my stomach. It had a pump which suctioned the stuff out of my stomach and into a container. It could be turned off when I needed to go to the toilet. While I had the gn, I could not eat or drink anything except ice chips and I was sometimes in pain plus nausea. Apparently the drugs I took were 10 times more powerful than morphine and definitely worked. The tube have me a sore throat and made it hard to swallow pills. I think it might have damaged my throat because phlegm would build up and make me cough. A lot. It still happens occasionally.
I was a bit slow passing gas - required before I could eat. I walked the busy halls - I called it "walking for a fart" - either with Mike or alone. Mike was so great and came in 4 times a day - sometimes just to sit and hold my hand. He kept in touch with everyone. Elspeth came for a visit on Saturday which was really wonderful. I think it was Monday when I had my first fart. Yippee!
My room had 4 patients. One of them was there when I arrived and still there when I left - poor thing. She didn't walk much but avidly read library books. She lived alone so had a lot to deal with. Another notable patient was a tourist from Italy who didn't speak English and had had to have surgery on her broken ankle.
Finally the gn came out and the next day I could eat lunch and dinner. The day after - which was yesterday - I had my first poop and was allowed to leave that morning
It is so great to be home and get away from the horrible hospital smell. Especially the really stinky toilet. All the nurses were very kind and professional which made it bearable. But at home it is bright and sunny. Just lovely. And Mike cooks great meals. I am so hungry especially for meat. Overall I lost 8 lbs so am a bit weak , gaunt and covered in bruises. I have to inject fragmin once a day to keep from getting a DVT. That's enough for today. Tomorrow I see my GP and hope he doesn't have any bad news like I had cancer. What is is - so I won't worry.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
What surgery? It's called a bowel resection and means that my surgeon will be removing a section of my large intestine to get rid of the strange "sigmoid mass" which has grown in the lower section (formerly I called it a polyp.) The colonoscopy showed that it was abnormal. the surgery will show what that actually means. If it's cancer I will have to have chemo. I sure do hope it's not.
In the meantime, my CT scan showed that I do not have any cancer anywhere else. This is a really good sign that all should be well. The CT itself included dye - which I had never had before. It was pretty benign - I could feel the warmth from the dye as I lay in the scanner. When I got home I ate some breakfast, went for a walk and then ate some lunch. After lunch I felt so tired, I decided to lie down in bed and I fell into a deep warm sleep. I got up for a few minutes, still felt tired and went back to sleep - same thing a couple of hours later. By dinner time the drug seemed to have worn off and I ate dinner and watched TV. That was 2 Fridays ago.
Tuesday I had my appointment with my surgeon. He simply said I have to have surgery, showed me a diagram and said I wouldn't miss the section they cut out and that the two ends would be stapled together and then stuck back in. It will be done laproscopically which means no big incision like the one I had for my gallbladder almost 50 years ago. Just a few holes. The surgery should only be moderately painful and recovery should be much faster than my gallbladder. In fact recovery seems to be all about having your first fart - a sign that your bowels are getting back in action. This, in turn, can be speeded up by getting up at least 3 times a day and walking around. If I can. I will get up more than three times. Nausea and recovery can also be improved be chewing sugarless gum. There's also coughing to clear you lungs after the unaesthetic. That's about all I know.
I went to two appointments - one a pre-surgery with a nurse and one one with an anaesthesiologist. There are two other big things to do. One is to completely empty my bowels again. The other is to have a good wash with a special sponge the night before and the morning of. Also only clear liquids startitng the night before (last night.)
I just took my bowel purging preparation - pico salax. It didn't require any extra drinking and was only a small cup of orange flavoured liquid. Nothing has happened yet but I feel a bit gassy. I should have a few watery bowel movements soon. I hope - hope - hope I don't get nauseated again.
Tomorrow I check in at Admitting at 6 am. I just take my care card, glasses and symbicort. Mike will take my clothes home. Wne i am in my room Mike will bring me a bag with a few basic necessities including pulmicort, tooth brush, slippers. I'm expected to be in hospital for about 5 days - really until the first fart so could be sooner or later. Not much you can do to get that happening except get a bit active.
Ho do I feel? I'm basically pretty scared, pretty annoyed and pretty grateful that this mass was discovered before it got out hand (I hope). If Annilee hadn't sent me for an ultrasound and my DVT hadn't seen pink poops I would not have asked for a fit test and this could have gone undetected for a long time. I am sort of annoyed that the doctor I first called about the pink poops didn't alert me to fact that there could be a problem and I left it for 6 months before I asked my GP for a fit test. I am also a bit annoyed that it took more than 3 months for me to get my colonoscopy after the fit test came back positive. Hopefully the whole thing is so slow growing it won't make much difference.
I am so grateful to Mike and my kids and other relatives for being very supportive. Mike and I went to a jazz concert last night. When this is over I hope we do a lot more stuff like that - singing, skating, RVing, supporting Asthma Canada, going to the opera and visiting friends and relatives - PLUS getting back to painting in a serious way. I am so grateful I don't have any nausea right now and hope it stays that way. Bring on the poops. There's no turning back and I just have to do it.
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Tuesday was a sad day because we took Lexy to the vet to have her "put down." She had congestive heart failure and was so sick - coughing and coughing and swollen up like a water melon with fluid. On Saturday something had happened to one of her back legs and she could not put weight on it. She did adapt to this and could get around - but we knew she was suffering and would never get better. The vet was very kind and Lexy died very peacefully - but I miss her really a lot and could actually cry right now just thinking of her. We have cleaned up all her stuff - mats, dishes, leashes, etc and taken her special food to the SPCA. Now we are getting used to life without a dog.
I fear that my colon issues and Lexy's death have got mixed up in my mind. I hope I don't have anything awful and will try to be stoic about it.
Monday, September 4, 2017
I finished drinking the 3 litres of clear fluid and then started in on the CoLyte ( a more intense laxative that tasted like lavender flavoured plastic). At about the begining of the 3rd litre of CoLyte I started to feel nauseated. By then I had drunk 3 litres of clear fluids and 2 litres of CoLyte. Looking back I am sure this was too much.
Suddenly, as I started the 10th cupful of CoLyte, I vomited ... and vomited and vomited - fountains of pale orange clear fluid all over the kitchen. After every fountain I could hear myself say, "Oh dear." I then determinedly tried to take my next cupful and it started again - in both directions this time. Mike called the nurse line and the nurse said to stop drinking the stuff. I should feel OK in an hour. Unfortunately this did not happen. I kept vomiting about every 45 minutes all night long. Around 6 am Mike called the nurse line again and the nurse determined I was moderately to severely dehydrated, So much for getting hydrated by drinking all that clear fluid. It had actually had the opposite effect. We went to Emergency around 7 am and I got a saline drip and some anti-nausea drugs and felt much less nauseated. We went home and I finally got to bed and had a good sleep for about 3 hours.
I didn't even get dressed to go back to the hospital for the procedure - just wore my pjs. Everything went pretty smoothly. I had another saline IV and around 2:30 I was wheeled into the procedure room and lightly sedated. I could see and hear what was going on. For example I could see what the scope was filming on the screen. It didn't hurt much or feel alarming. I don't know how long it took but when it was done Mike arrived and the doctor came to talk to both of us. He said they had found a polyp or mass that was too large to remove during the colonoscopy. It would be biopsied and I would have a CT scan. It would likely be non-cancerous or precancerous. I might need surgery. At least that is what I remember. He also said I could call his office any time. Hw seemed nice.
That night (Wednesday) I was still sedated but aware. I didn't sleep from about 12 to 3 but I wasn't alarmed. It was pretty hard to eat anything the next day because I still felt nauseated - but I did my best with toast and tea. My main activity was purging my closet of anything I hadn't worn for a year or two. The following night I had the best sleep in my life. The day after that I began to be able to eat normally and do normal stuff - like wash the outdoor furniture, (I seem to have purging into my system1) That evening my daughter and her family came for the night. They were taking our two oldest grandsons to a condo they had bought in Victoria. They were both going to U Vic this fall.
It is now Labour Day Monday. My daughter and her family have come and gone. I think I should be normal but I'm not as strong as I think I should be. It is pretty hot for Nanaimo - around 30. I have been doing some gardening but I find it quite tiring. Also I had a migraine aura without headache yesterday and another one today. I think they are caused by stress and may be what is zonking me out.
Our poor dog has taken a turn for the worse. She is suffering terminal congestive heart failure and has been coughing a lot for months. Despite all the drugs we give her she will not get better. On Saturday we took her for a 25 minute walk which seemed to go well. But when we got home, she had some kind of an episode and now cannot use one of her back legs. It just hangs there limply and makes it hard for her to pee or poop because she doesn't have 2 hind legs to balance on. She has learned how to get around the house fairly well and still has a pretty good appetite but she is as zonked out as I am and I don't think she will ever go on another walk. We are thinking we may have to have her euthanized sooner than we had expected. Maybe even tomorrow.
The other thing that is happening tomorrow is I have an appointment with my optometrist to see how my cataracts are doing. I feel my eyesight is pretty bad and find reading pretty difficult. So we'll see what tomorrow brings.