Yesterday’s port insertion was pretty uneventful for the most part. I was feeling some mild discomfort, but not a lot of pain. The worst part was that the anesthesia left me feeling really nauseated, whish I thought was extremely unfair on the last day before my chemo. Continue reading »
I woke up at 7:30 this morning, 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. I wanted to get to the lab early to make sure my sodium results were in ahead of tomorrow’s port-insertion surgery. Continue reading »
I had been feeling nauseated for the past few days, and last time that happened, my sodium was low. Since I hadn’t heard back from the kidney doctor about yesterday’s labs, I called his office. Continue reading »
Today started fairly early with a trip to the surgeon to discuss the port for my chemo. The port, which is about the size of a quarter only thicker, is placed under the skin under general anesthesia. Continue reading »
When I woke up this morning, I wanted to bury my head under the covers and just hide out for the rest of the day. But unfortunately, hiding doesn’t cure cancer. Continue reading »
My alarm was set for 7:45 this morning, but I woke up at 7:00 and knew there would be no going back to sleep. My first appointment was at 9:30 for my PET scan. Continue reading »
This morning I got a call from my primary care physician’s office (I really need a new one of those). The woman on the phone said my doctor had spoken to my surgeon and they wanted me to go for a PET scan. I asked what the scan was for and she said it was to “look for any cancer.” So I said, “Are they wanting to see if the cancer has spread? Because I haven’t even gotten my biopsy results yet.” Silence. Then, “I’m going to have to call you back.” Continue reading »
When I woke up from my surgery, I was breathing on my own instead of through a hole in my neck, so things could definitely be worse. My throat was a little sore and it was tough to swallow at first, but at least I can breathe again! Continue reading »
In this case I’d say both yes and no. It turns out I did not have lung cancer, for which I am eternally grateful. However, on the weekend following my CT scan, I began to feel very ill. Continue reading »
Sunday, July 11, 2015
Last night was rough. I woke up wheezing several times (wasn’t doing that before) and had a hard time catching my breath. I felt horrible all morning because I was gasping for air. And nothing I tried made breathing any easier. Continue reading »