Fun at the emergency room
The trouble is that by yesterday I could barely get up our one flight of stairs in the house without panting like I’d just run a mile.
When I ran this by my Mom the nurse she said, “WHAT?!! Are those doctors nuts?” or something to that effect. And so I went yesterday to our local Urgent Care facility and they said, “Get ye to the emergency room,” which I did.
They ran tests for all kinds of things — pneumonia, blood clot in lung, etc. I prayed and asked for the best possible outcome and, after about 5 hours, the ER doctor came in and said, “Well, this is the best possible outcome.” As it turns out, I have a “moderate” sized pleural effusion (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleural_effusion).
Mind you, I have a whole bunch of fluid pressing on my left lung and I am having a very hard time breathing. However, my oxygen levels are good and it is such that the emergency room doesn’t consider it an “emergent” condition in need of immediate treatment, and so I was sent back home — no wheelchair needed — to call my doctor on Monday to see what he wants to do about it. What he wants to do about it — and we will all be praying that this is what will happen — is to get me in to xray and then get them to put a needle in the thing and drain it for immediate relief. The other option is to just sit around and wait for it to reabsorb. Draining it is invasive, of course, and has some risks you can read about at the link above. Sorry, can’t get the link to be clickable today for some reason.
The effusion itself is likely caused by the cancer in my lungs. It didn’t look like pneumonia in the xray the did at the hospital, but that’s also a possible underlying cause.
So, prayers needed. I can’t lie down without feeling like I’m not getting enough air, so I need to sleep sitting up. Fun fun fun. The boys are spoiling me. I am trying not to do anything that makes me have to breathe heavily and irritate the lining of my lung. That involves nothing more than walking from the sofa to the bathroom.
Since this is a holiday week I really need you to pray that someone can fit me into his or her schedule somewhere very very soon. Like tomorrow. And that I can get through the night. And that this thing will stop growing today. Awful.