At
the Tuesday,
25 April visit with the oncologist we reviewed the results of the CAT
scan taken last Monday along with the lab tests from the last blood
draw (Friday, 21 April). The blood tests all showed my white
cell count to be OK but that I am still anemic as usual. The
doctor didn't seem worried about the anemia, but maybe I will
increase my intake of salty potato chips and blackstrap molasses just
in case. The really good news is that the tumor is shrinking
and in anticipation of that, based on results of the previous blood
tests (the last previous to this Mondays tests), he had added
something (he called it bone cement) to fill in the defects left
in my rib as the cancer retreats . Based on these results he
recommended continuing the tri-weekly chemo for another nine weeks.
My next office visit and chemo is set for 17 May at 0930.
A
chemo session was originally scheduled to immediately follow
the Tuesday, 25 April doctor
visit; however, my blood vessels absolutely refused to cooperate.
The nurses successfully inserted needles in five different
locations (pretty much without pain, I might add), but my body had
apparently learned that they were trying to insert a foreign
substance and just refused to accept it. That meant that the
installation of a port to facilitate injections would be necessary.
The nurses said that if we could
get a port installed the next day at the hospital in Cottonwood and
still get to the Oncology Center in Sedona by 1400 they would do the
chemo the same day. That was important to me because I must
take a steroid (dexamethasone) twice a day -- the day before, day of,
and day following each chemo session. I get little or no sleep
on the days that I take the steroid and by delaying the chemo only
one day, I could just continue the steroids for one more day rather
than start a new three-day regimen of sleepless nights.
The
surgeon at cottonwood saw me late in the day on the 25th (the day for
which the chemo session was originally scheduled) and got us
scheduled for surgery to install the port (Bard
Power Port on
right chest with a lead to an artery near the heart) early in the
morning of 26 April. When he installed the port he left it ready
for chemo and we were in Sedona early enough that the treatment was
completed and we were home a little before 1400 on the 26th.
On
arrival back home, we were faced with a sprinkler leak where I had
apparently damaged the system while planting flowers the day before.
That took about 45 minutes and when finished I was feeling spry
enough that I finished clipping the already-bloomed irises except for
the few alongside the backyard steps/walkway that were still in
bloom. The exercise did me good after being confined to hospital
beds, wheelchairs, car seats and chemo-treatment chairs for almost
eight hours. The only good part of that confinement was that I
knew nothing from the time they wheeled me into surgery until they
were ready to take me out again and that I managed to get in a couple
of quick naps while undergoing chemo. With the port in place, the
chemo went very smoothly.
The
few days following the port installation and chemo session, were
pretty rough. I had diarrhea for two days and, a severe reaction to
the anesthesia used during the surgery to install the port. I did
not feel up to resuming my daily walks for several days. After that
I recovered nicely and even went for a 3.2-mile walk to Tavasci Marsh
with the Skyliners Wednesday walking group on 10 May. I blame most
of the problem on an adverse reaction to anesthesia and expect the
chemo session scheduled for next week to go smoothly.
Before
completing and posting this report, I waited for the doctor's visit
report. Arizona Oncology has a website that should make such
information available. However the website provides nothing
resembling office visit reports. They do complete the reports in a
timely fashion and I thought that I had requested that they mail me a
copy as soon as it was completed. However, I apparently failed to
make clear what I wanted and, after waiting a week, I called to find
that they had not understood what I wanted. To make matters even
worse, they really did not understand what I was calling about and I
had to call again the next week. Finally, after talking directly to
the doctor's assistant, I received the report in the mail today, just
five days before my next scheduled visit.
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