One liter lighter
I got there at 1:30. Lots of cancellations due to snow, so the hospital got me in “quickly,” meaning by 3:30. No comment. Slow slow slow.
The procedure was painless. They drew out a liter of fluid. Yes, a liter. And guess what? There’s at least a liter or more left in there, but they’ll do only one liter at a time because otherwise your lung expands too quickly and it’s extremely painful. It’s possible the rest will re-absorb. Or maybe not. I will be in touch with the doctor either tomorrow or Wednesday (depending on weather, which is awful so they might be closed) and ask him if I just need to go back next week and get the next liter drawn out before it starts to bother me.
This is not going to happen again to this stage. The ER has been read the riot act about why they just didn’t draw off some fluid on Saturday night. Bozos. Big time bozos.
So, from this morning when I was breathing like I just ran a mile after walking just a few steps and having to be wheeled everywhere around the hospital, I am now up and about and feeling about 90% bettter.
Did you know that the light in your house is not actually tinged grey? I had forgotten that. When I got to the hospital my oxygen level was about 90%. They put my on oxygen right away and I started feeling better. My blood pressure was 151/100. Very bad. After the procedure I was breathing without extra oxygen at 100% and the blood pressure was down to 138/95. Mind you, I normally run 120/70 and that’s where I was only a week ago today when they checked my blood pressure at the doctor’s office. My lungs were also clear a week ago today. A week ago today is when I started the three days of cyberknife. I’m going to assume that might have triggered some sort of reaction. Who knows? It came on pretty quickly whatever it is.
No doubt there’s some sort of connection to the cancer in my lungs too. They’ll analyze the fluid they took out (God knows there’s enough of it to analyze) and they’ll get back to me. At this point I’m just prepared to hear all kinds of bad things from doctors, but God is bigger than doctors and now the light is not GREY and I can enjoy THANKGIVING with my family on Thursday. And I can keep tapering off these stoopid steroids. And I have lots of doctors on whom I can take out my righteous indignation. What more could a girl ask?
Oh, there’s one more thing a girl can TELL rather than ask. The snow really started getting horrible around the hospital. We have the Jeep and can go pretty much anywhere — but there’s all those dummies out there in their stupid little compacts with bald tires. Anyway, before we left we logged in to the online traffic report that has all the cameras and such and tells you which freeways are closed. We looked at our route and it was all “green.” The cameras showed people moving along. We thought, “Nah. That’s crazy. We can’t be traveling home on virtually the one and only clear route in the entire Puget Sound region.” But it was. There was ice and snow of course, but we went 40 mph the whole way, nobody got off on our exit. No stupid little compacts were spun out across the local roads. We pulled in to the garage. Said hello to Daniel, fed him dinner #3 (he’s 16….), and now we’re making brownies.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is a miracle from the hand of God if you’ve ever tried to drive in the Seattle area during rush our when even one flake of snow has fallen from the sky, so you truly have the ear of God and I thank you for your prayers.