A couple of weeks ago I had an MRI on my upper back to see if my arthritis has gotten worse. My anesthesiologist wanted me to have one done prior to giving me my next epidural. Since it wasn’t my oncologist ordering the test I had to have it done at the regular hospital instead of the Cancer Center where I’m used to going. So different techs, different radiologists reading the scans. The anesthesiologist seemed satisfied and gave me my last epidural without any problems.
Last week, however, I went to my oncologist for my annual blood work and checkup. He looked at the results of the MRI and told me they reported a spot on my right lung. He’s not sure if this is a spot that has been there, as a result of my prior surgery and it’s just being seen by new eyes, or it’s something new and we need to be concerned again.
So, the hamster is back on the wheel. The “what ifs” are flying around my tiny cranial cavity.
OK. we have a CT scan scheduled for when I return from vacation and the oncologist a week later for the results. So for two weeks this is going to prey on my mind.
Light a candle for me.
Went to a rehabilitation therapist today for the arthritis in my back. He is now ordering an MRI to be done of my spine due to the increasing neuropathy in my right arm. It’s to the point now where I feel nothing in my thumb and only some in my index and middle fingers. My arm falls asleep at a moments notice. My right hand will start to shake uncontrollably and I’m starting to drop things. I have to admit this to everyone otherwise I will keep pretending that everything is fine. I can’t anymore.
I’m glad I spin my mandrels with my left hand and apply glass with my right. I can set a glass rod down till feeling comes back, can’t set a hot bead down “for a minute”.
OK so I got a very painful steroid/lidocaine shot in my back to hold me over till he can determine if an epidural is necessary or if there is anything else he can do. So I’m scheduled for an M.R.I and a C.T. scan next Monday (gonna need a pill for this one). Then I see a neurologist on the 25th, then back to this RT that I saw today to see what’s going on. So till the middle of next month it’s one test after another and the hurry up and wait game. I hate that game.
Meanwhile I’m keeping myself busy. Tonight Oscar and I go for his first testing as a therapy dog. There is an entire checklist that he has to go through. I hope he does well. Then Saturday it’s out to Brighton for torch time for the BOC, Sunday is a guild meeting in the afternoon. Then I need to get busy making beads for the bead bonanza in October. Phew, when I jump back into life, I don’t fool around.
I’m off for an afternoon nap to let this shot take effect. Hugs to everyone.
In other words, I’m back from the Hospital again. Last Sunday my face and neck started going numb on the left side. Don’t know what caused the numbness, but it’s here and not going anywhere. In the emergency room last night another doctor was asking the patient next to me to describe her dizziness without using the word dizzy. So I started to apply it to my own feelings. I’m not really numb. I can feel touch. What is feels like is that my skin is getting thicker. Like the nerve endings are receding into my skin. Anyway, two chest x-rays, two CT scans one MRI later and they still don’t know. So I go for a Lumbar Puncture on Monday morning. Just to make sure those sneaky CA cells havent moved into the lining of my brain. Can’t wait for this result. What fun we are having this week. Off to more interesting subjects.
Have you ever spent any time at all in a hospital? Time means nothing. It’s like they run on their own time schedule. All the clocks could be running backwards and the patients wouldn’t notice a thing. They keep you sleep deprived by waking you up all night to ask you questions. Every hour on the hour. Windows are tinted so you really have no concept of outside time. In those few glimpses of windows you get heading to your tests you get a distorted view of the outside world. You can order whatever you want from the menu whenever you want it. TV stations are confusing and their schedule is not any that I’ve seen before. Got home at 4:00 pm and could have sworn it was 11.
Had to go straight from the hospital to radiology for my treatment today. The good news is that my treatments are down from 45 minutes to 20 +/- minutes. Apparently I’m shrinking at an acceptable rate for them to be comfortable with the reduction in treatment time. Did have the girls take a picture of me locked into the beast.
Me and the Beast
C called tonite and gave me a really good pep talk. I needed to be reminded that I was stronger than I think and tougher than I know and that I have a lot to fight for. I need to remember that when sometimes things get down for me. I just signed you up for my pep squad C. I plan to be around for quite awhile and need your talks. Don’t let me slide.
Anyway, I’m tired, finally. Think I’ll go finish watching Blue Bloods and maybe sleep. Felt so good to take a shower. Hospitals have funk that clings to you. Oh and for those that caught the cryogenic in my title. It’s freezing in that place, and no blankets. You have to fight to keep the ones you have.