Last month I had another surgery (female stuff). Since then I have been feeling really tired, hard to catch my breath, and my back hurting when I breathe deeply. I thought the cancer must have returned, so I waited patiently for the CT scan that was scheduled for February 22. After the scan, the tech asked me to wait until after the radiologist looked at it. (RED FLAG!) She came back and told me she called my doctor's office and they wanted me to go right over. (ANOTHER RED FLAG) The short walk to their office seemed longer than I remembered it. Wayne said "now they've got me worried." They called us in and the doctor was there but the PA said I had four blood clots in my lungs, two in each lung. No wonder I couldn't catch my breath. I also asked if there were tumors, and he said yes. My heart sunk and thought I would have to start chemo again right away. They gave me a script for Lovenox (blood thinner) and told me start taking coumadin again. Also, he said my vitals were good so he would send me home if I promised to "lay low" and do nothing strenuous. I had a doctor appt. with my doctor on Friday already scheduled so he said to come back and see him then.
That night I was trying to sleep and my body hurt, when I would lie down my back hurt and I couldn't get comfortable. About 1:00 a.m. I just started sobbing and couldn't control it. I guess I needed to get all those emotions out. Wayne held me close and thought that perhaps I should be in the hospital. I said no, they couldn't do anything more for me than I was doing for myself. I took some tylenol (because now I can't take ibuprofen with blood thinners) and an anxiety pill. I found a comfortable spot on my body I could sleep on and I fell asleep until morning. I stayed in bed all day Thursday and cancelled everything for the next week.
Friday Wayne, Karie and I went to the doctor. He said that he wasn't 100% positive that the cancer had come back. He wasn't sure if the spots on the CT were cancer or blood clots. So the plan now is to wait two months, get another CT scan and see what's left. The blood clots will be gone so if there are any further lesions on my lungs, then it would be cancer. He told me to do what I was doing already for the blood thinners, and that I wasn't in any danger of them moving because I already had been doing everything for two weeks and if they would have moved, they would have already done so. It looks like I missed another bullet that could have killed me. Thank goodness.
On the way home from the doctor, my back started hurting a little, then a little more, then a lot more, then severe pain. I had to take shallow breaths. Wayne drove me straight to the hospital. They got me in immediately and started an IV in my port, took a couple of tests including an x-ray, and then finally - they gave me morphine. The pain finally subsided. The doctor told me I could go home because again I could do for myself what the hospital would do for me anyway. So after four hours or so, we finally headed home with scripts for Lortab and Zofran. I went directly to bed, watched a little TV, took my medicine (didn't need Lortab - I hate that stuff) and fell asleep.
I woke up this morning with NO PAIN -- anywhere. It's so amazing. Now just another long two months to see if the cancer has come back. Keep those prayers and thoughts coming. I am hopeful that all will be well.