Thursday,
May 24, 2012, I am home after four days in the hospital again. Sunday evening I was having respiratory
problems. I knew that I was having chest pain and trouble breathing, but I had
no idea why. I called 9-1-1 and told them that I was having chest pains and
trouble breathing. I was then taken by ambulance to Baystate Medical
Center. While in the Emergency
Department they did a contrasted CT Scan of my lungs. It turned out that both
lungs were covered with a thin layer of blood clots. This is a side effect of
cancer and its chemo-therapy. Of course,
this meant that I would be admitted. I was sent to ICU. So here was another
first, I had never been in ICU before or is it has an adult? They were not use
to having a patient that not only could but was awake enough to talk to
them. The people there, in ICU, where
just wonderful to me, what a great team of people they are to work with.
On
Monday evening they decided that I was no longer sick enough to stay in the ICU
any longer. This started a downward spiral emotionally for me. I was terrified
of being put in any other section of the hospital. I didn’t want to be anywhere
near that Dr. Philip Huh, that had discharged me so incorrectly in the past. It
turned out that on the Monday evening shift I was assigned to the night nurse
manager. Well, when she started talking to me about transferring me out of ICU
I actually started crying. She naturally wanted to know why I was so upset. So
I told her my complete tale of woe. After hearing the entire story and asking a
few questions to be sure she understood what had happened to me, she assured me
that I would not be seen by that doctor in that hospital ever again. Mary, the
nurse, started by writing a paper note saying that he was never to treat me and
taping that to the outside of the paper file. Then she wrote the same note on
the paperwork inside the file. Finally she brought the computer into my room
and after writing a note to go into the electronically keep records, she read
me what she had wrote and asked if she had summed the situation up correctly. I
told her yes and she then saved it into the electronic file. With all this done
I thought that I felt a great deal better.
Tuesday,
I found that things weren’t going quit as smoothly as I thought they were. The
first part really started on Monday evening they had a great deal of trouble
understanding just how much pain medication I am supposed to get every 8 hours.
They also failed to use any sense about when to give me medication to PREVENT
vomiting. They thought it would work after I had already started vomiting? I
don’t understand their thinking, but they now know how I think it should be
done, at least for ME!!!
Then
I realized it was the 11th anniversary of my Dad’s death! Pow, knock
my feet right out from under me. Emotionally I hit rock bottom, and just has I
did that the hospital care coordinator stopped by. That poor young lady got a
lot dropped in her lap, but took care of all it as much as she could. I told
her my tale of woe with Dr. Huh and she has referred the matter to the person
in charge of hospital and quest relations. She told me it could take 3 or 4
days before I hear from that person, but that is okay with me. When she saw the
emotional state of mind I was in she offered physc help, of which I said yes
PLEASE. We then talked about the medication misunderstanding and she had that
straighten out in a very few minutes. Just after supper a man from the physc
unit stopped by to see me. Although he could not solve my problems it did me a great
deal of good to talk to him. One of the things that was happening was I was
having nightmares. I even had one of my hospital roommate dying, and 86 year
old lady whose name I didn’t even know.
When
I had called Mom to update her about my care I found that she was in just as a
blue mood as was in. That is really spooky. But of course, Dad was her hubby
for over 53 years so it makes sense.
The
great thing that happened on Tuesday is that my Dr. J. Hu stopped by and she is
certain that the mass on my neck is almost shrunk by half of its size and it is
softer also. So the chemo is working!!! I am so thankful and excited by this
news. To me it makes more sense to continue with the chemo treatment I was able
to figure out that the treatment was not the cause of my blue mood. I feel it
is a lot of things coming together.
So
just maybe I can really get the right help. I think what I am going through is
a complex set of issues. I think my Mom is going through the same issues, just
from a different; view point. Several professionals asked me if I thought it
would do any good talking about them. I think it will do me some good. I figure
between the teaching of the Lord, within the scriptures, and whatever they
teach me I should find some final common ground and get some help. I have had
counseling in the past and I usually find it very helpful. So I will pray about
the man I am being referred to and what the Church teaches, us as long as the
two things are not worlds apart I will be just fine. Besides I don’t have to
stick with the person Stephen suggested. I need one with similar ideas has the
Church then I will check him out.
The
next day the nightmares where gone. And all of us agreed that I was ready to go
home.
It
is now Sunday, May 27th and I have been home since Thursday
afternoon. I came home needing to use oxygen and give myself a daily shot of
lovenox, a blood thinner, until I follow up with my primary care doctor
sometime next week. I was taught how to give myself the shot while in the
hospital and I am having no problem with it. I am also not having any problem
with the oxygen. I can be either in the living room, (first floor), or in my
bedroom, (the second floor), without a problem. I can actually be off oxygen
long enough to walk down stairs. Setting up the oxygen so that I could do this
took a little work but between, my son, Frank, and the technician from VNA they
had it set up in no time.
Hopefully
my next post will be a short one with little to tell. Until then I hope you are
all doing well thanks for keeping me in your thoughts and prayers.