The Hospital. Again.

For those of you that didn’t know, I was in the hospital again right before Thanksgiving.  I was in for 10 days and got out just in time to spend the holiday with MJs parents.

This hospital trip was long.  Very long.  Seems like I can’t just get in and out of there.  And if you’ve never been in the hospital, a. You’re lucky and b. it’s not very restful at all.

I went into the ER on Saturday, November 9th. I went in because I started bleeding from my stoma again.  (I’ll explain more about that in a health update after this post.)  I really figured I’d be in for maybe a couple of days.  Thought if they had to do the same procedure they did in May that they would probably wait until Monday when the IR guys are there.

So I was admitted and waited.  They weren’t going to do the procedure until Tuesday.  Sigh.  Oh well.  What could I do?
I was admitted to 4North this time because 1West (the oncology wing) was full.  I usually don’t like being out of 1West.  There’s a pretty big difference in how the oncology nurses treat you and handle things.  They put me on the list for a transfer but I never did get moved.  Worked out OK though.  I did have an interesting view out my window.

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Bonus was I did get to have the therapy pets come and visit.  They aren’t allowed in the oncology wing.  Had dogs come 2 different days and a cat on another day!  A cat!  It wasn’t a llama, Laura Dohrmann, but it was still pretty damn cool.

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I had friends come and visit which I always love.  Nice to chat and have company.  There’s only so much crap TV one can watch before completely going crazy.  We try to keep things as normal as possible for the kids when I’m in the hospital too which means MJ doesn’t usually spend a lot of time there with me. I do always forget to take some pictures when people come though.

Had the procedure on Tuesday.  They cauterized the vein that was causing the pressure and bleeding.  Last time they went through my groin which really didn’t hurt.  The pain I’ve been having since that time has been the skin right around the stoma.  I’ll get to that.
This time they had to go through my right side all the way over to my left and in doing so, punctured through my liver.  Anytime the capsule around the liver or the liver itself is poked, um, yeah. Uh, apparently it’s quite painful.  I ended up getting knocked out during the procedure.  I was a little rough once I came to.

But I was still able to enjoy my graham cracker and vanilla ice cream.

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OK back to that whole pain thing.
So yeah, remember when I said I had pain after the procedure in May?  It’s been chronic since then.  One dr thinks it’s nerve damage. Another thinks it’s from the vessels dying around that area causing something to something and yeah. I don’t really know and I don’t think they do either other than I have to take pain meds.  And I’ve been on quite a bit and some higher doses.  It can be quite painful.  If I don’t take meds at all or not enough it feels like if you scraped your skin open really bad and then rubbed pebbles and salt into it. Super fun.
Well now since I’ve already been on some higher doses of pain meds, the meds they’re giving me for the liver puncture pain aren’t cutting it.  I was in serious pain.  The screaming out loud kind.  They shoot me up with my all time favorite Dilaudid and it’s not even helping me sleep.  I’m miserable and my night nurse sucked.  There is just no other way to say it.  I’ve never really had an issue with a nurse there before, but she was just terrible.  She made me feel like I was being a big baby.  She would tell me that I already had a lot of pain meds and asked me why I was crying.  Then at one point she gave me a pillow to hug.  Yeah, a pillow.  By morning I could barely stand it anymore and was counting down the minutes until the shift change.  Right before the change it was time for me to have a dose of my pain meds.  Because my doses weren’t meeting my pain needs I was in agony the last half hour before the next dose.  I called her the minute I could have the dose and she ended up leaving me crying, sobbing and begging for someone to help me for 20 minutes.  I did end up filing a complaint later that day.  I was terrified I was going to end up with her again the next night.  Never saw her again the rest of my stay, thank God.

Pain management ended up being the focus of the rest of my stay and the reason I was there for so long.  They ended up putting me on a PCA that next morning to try and get me some relief that day.  A PCA is, well, pretty much the best button you will ever push.

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They put IV pain medicine in the pump and set it so you have control over administering your pain medication.  Basically, when that light turns green, you can press it at any time you need to and you will receive a shot of the pain meds.  Ahhhh.

Now that they had me to where it didn’t feel like there was a hot poker stabbing me in my side every time I tried to take a deep breath, I could get some rest and we could start getting me back on my feet.  I was even starting to look a little better.

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Since I had been on pain meds for so long and hadn’t been properly managed it was difficult for them to titrate and it ended up causing me to be there an extra 3 days.  I could’ve gone home, but the dr highly recommended me to stay there so they could monitor everything to make sure I had the right coverage.  In the end I’m glad we did get it worked out.  I feel like we’ve got a better handle on my meds now.
On Tuesday Nov. 19th, I finally got to go home!  TEN DAYS!  Whew!  Sleeping in my own bed was incredible.

Here’s a funny side story…

This is Gus.  Gus Glassmen.
Yup, he’s a gnome.
He’s part of the Glassmen Alumni Association.  He visits Glassmen Alumni and we take him around with us to show what were up to in our daily lives.  We take pictures with him and they get posted on his Facebook page.

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I was about to send Gus to the next person when I ended up in the hospital.  Since this is part of my life and what I deal with I brought Gus with me.  I had him in his container in my backpack when I checked in at the ER.  I figured I was going to be in the hospital for a few days so I packed clothes, books and stuff.
When you are admitted to the hospital from the ER they have to fill out a Patient Valuables checklist:

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I like how he included his name.  You know, in case they had an outbreak of “knomes” -as he put it.  They would know mine was “gus”.

 
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Disneyland!

Hey there Heather!  You have stage IV colon cancer and you’ve just been told you only have a few months to live.  What are you going to do now?
I’m going to Disneyland!

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I took that day and I went to Disneyland.  By myself.
It was on a Wednesday with nothing else going on so the park was pretty bare.  I had to wait more than 10 minutes only twice.  Pretty awesome day.

But seriously, who goes to Disneyland by themselves?  I mean, that is kinda weird, right?
Well, I can tell you that I was not the only person there solo.  *side note – found out one of my friends was there (by herself) on the same day.  Crazy that we didn’t run into each other! Anyway…
I honestly had a really great day!  You saw the picture above.  Do I look at all sad?
But I can also honestly say that I’m not so sure I would’ve done this pre cancer.  I would’ve been too hung up about being alone and wondering what the other people in line would think about me standing there by myself.

My mom called while I was waiting for the new Cars ride.  It was too loud to talk so we texted.  At one point she asked me to send her a selfie.  Huh.  um, OK!

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I didn’t expect this request from my mom, but we were having so much fun texting and I was just having fun all around, why not? How about another?

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Which turned into this:

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And so on:

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I think there were a few others too.  It was simple fun.
Also something I don’t think I would’ve done pre cancer.  At least not so freely.  Especially now… with my cancer riddled body and all the physical effects it creates.  The worst for me are my chipped teeth that get worse and worse because I can’t get them fixed while in treatment.  They used to really make me wanna hide.  But it doesn’t bother me anymore.  And I had this great moment with my mom because I didn’t let it get to me.

The whole reason I went to Disneyland was to just get away for a day.  I needed to get out of the house and out of town even to try and process some of this heavy shit that has been building and building and building all the way up to the moment of that phone call with my oncologist.  How do you process that kind of information?  I can’t ignore it.  It was put into my brain.  So if I have to try and deal with this, why not at “the happiest place on earth”?

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What did I think about?  I’m not so sure I can really put it all in words and tell you exactly what it was like.  Of course I wasn’t all heavy contemplating life all day.  Obviously I took time to let loose, be amused and have a pretzel.
I don’t think I came to any conclusions really either.  Except maybe this…

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I need to lighten up on people who I don’t think are appreciating life.  I realize I’m a little bitter about not getting to have a long one and I can’t take it out on people.
I think we all judge people this way to an extent. For example:
“Dude spends all his time and money on cars”  Well?  What’s his story?  Did he and his old man work on cars together when he was a kid?
There’s plenty of people who are materialistic and put a lot of time and money into things that don’t matter, but I think there can be more to it sometimes that we need to think about. Don’t be so quick to judge.

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Another thing I thought about?  Time.  Of course.
The day went by soooo fast.  It scared me.  Every day whizzing by frightens me on some level.  Yeah, I know, none of us know when our time is up.  But I have shittier odds than most of you reading this.  I’m struggling more then ever on making future plans.  I feel like I can barely do what I need to do.

When I got to the park I had this big plan for the day.  I knew exactly where I was going and what rides I was going to get on.  When I got there I started out just as I planned it and about 2 rides into my plan I already deviated and went on a ride twice because there was no line and it was fun!  It only took a few more rides after that before my plan was completely gone.  Except, that I had planned on staying until 8 to see The World of Color” show.  At about 6:15 I get a text from Mary Jo asking if I was coming home soon because she wanted to watch the episode of Amazing Race we were behind on.  Arghh!
I sat for a minute to think about it.  I had 2 more hours of line-free rides to hit.  Even the Toy Story ride only had a 15 minute wait.
I texted her back   “If you ever have any doubt about how much I love you…”
And I left a crowd-free Disneyland to be home with the love of my life.
So maybe sometimes leaving the party early might not be so bad after all.

::sigh:: the system

I’m trying to remain very positive about the care I’m receiving right now.  Luckily I have health insurance and I live close to very good medical facilities.  I am very grateful for that.  I just get a little frustrated getting shifted through the system.

The doc I saw on Tuesday night ran a bunch of new labs.  Apparently my white blood count was pretty high so she called me Wednesday afternoon and told me to go into the ER.  She said she’d call ahead to refer me for a scan.
So I went.
Still not feeling well and super not happy to be waiting in the ER for hours and hours.  The ER doc wasn’t really sure why she referred me in.  He basically said, “well, you have cancer”  Um, yeah.  Know that.
I guess they wanted to make sure I didn’t have some kind of infection starting up somewhere.  Which makes sense.  But 7 hours and $100 later? Kinda bites.

We met with a medical oncologist today.  She went over mostly what we already know.

And by the way, for those of you who are not familiar with cancer, I’m sure you’ve at least heard of cancer staging?  If not, Google it.  We already knew this was likely going to be the case, but my cancer no matter where the origin at this point is stage IV. I’m pretty sure there’s very few phrases you can say to a person that is as scary or devastating than “You have stage IV cancer” Luckily I’ve had some time to let this soak in so I didn’t fall off the table or anything when she told me.

She thinks it’s likely colon cancer and asked why we hadn’t had a colonoscopy yet.  I’m pretty sure I actually rolled my eyes so hard you could hear them.  It’s the one thing we’ve asked about a few times and no one has said we needed it yet.  Hmmph!  So she put in a referral for us today and they called me this afternoon to schedule.
“The earliest available appointment we have at any of the facilities is April 22nd”.
Are.  you.  shitting.  me?????
I seriously almost lost it on the poor guy.  I wanted to just scream “I HAVE STAGE 4 CANCER MOTHER FUCKER DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE THAT KIND OF TIME”?
But I realize it’s not his fault. So I now I’ve been playing phone tag all day trying to get something done.

We switch health systems March 1st.  Luckily the oncologist I saw today was very understanding of that and even offered to call her oncologist friends there to help get the ball rolling.  Also very lucky that I happened to be in this system before.  I called today to see if I could set up an appointment for the first of March and it’s already done.  She even set up me so I could create an online profile with their online system to access all of my information.  I’ve already sent an e-mail to my primary to let her know what’s going on to see if there’s any way we can get this moving so we don’t delay treatment any longer.  So far, I’m way more impressed with this new system.  A blessing in disguise I think.

As for me, I’m doing OK.  Much better than the last few days.  I still get pretty tired.  Dr gave me Norco for pain and well, that’s awesome 😀  I only take it at night though to help me sleep.  I want to be as functioning as possible during the day.  It’s hard to plan things because I never know how I’m going to feel, but I’m going to make it a point to start getting to yoga and swimming.  If I can get at least those things in I’ll feel accomplished.

Thank you all again for the birthday wishes and all of the support and love you’re sending this way.  I really couldn’t be doing all of this without it.  ❤