It
was a pretty quiet night last night. At
least we did not have constant nurse interruptions or unnecessary conversation
taking place all the time. Since the
feeding tube and IV were not yet started it gave us a little extra time to
sleep. I had to get up at midnight for
pain and antibiotics. Had problems with
the J tube – it was clogged so couldn’t do the pain meds. Had until 6AM before the next round of the
same meds. George got up a few times
during the night to use the bathroom but, thankfully, with using the recliner
he did not need my assistance getting up and down to get there. Still no luck with the J tube at 6AM so
decided to wait for the nurse to help us unclog it.
Today
is our first full day at home - - yet it was JUST two years ago today that we
got the diagnosis of cancer.
Here is what I
wrote in my very first journal two years ago:
“ I am not sure if I
understand God’s humor and his wisdom right now. I have yet to determine just exactly which
one he is imparting on us right now.
Our day had started off ordinarily
enough. Getting Mom up and ready for
Sarahcare, having breakfast, and then we starting off to accomplish a few
errands. In the middle of one of those
errands George looked at me with a strange face and said, “Oh no.” At first I was thinking he forgot his credit
card but he then said that he was having the start of the same kind of pain he
had when he passed a kidney stone back in 2007.
We quickly went home to deposit the
items we had purchased that morning and to assess whether or not a trip to the
emergency room was in order. In short
order the pain level increased significantly and we found our way to the
hospital.
Although we made it into a room
quickly, we ended up waiting longer than the prior trip for a doctor or nurse
to come in. It was probably an hour
before a pain medication was given and almost two before they hung an IV with
liquids in it. In the meantime George
went through the routine test for kidney stone; blood and urine samples and a
CT scan. And then we waited and waited.
The doctor finally made his way to
our room and the first thing he said was, “Do you have any other health issues
going on?” George replied that he did
not and then the next words out of his mouth were shocking. The radiology report indicated peritoneal
cancer “seeds” that had metastasized. He
asked if George had undergone a colonoscopy and, yes, he had one done within
the last year and it did not show anything cancerous. He went on to say that we would need to
follow up with our regular doctor for more tests to determine the point of
origin. And just like that our lives are
turned upside down.
Disbelief…. Shock…. Concern…. Worry…
Plans??
Kidney stone? What’s that?
Yes, he has a small kidney stone to pass but that seems so insignificant
compared to the “C” word.
Is this God’s sense of humor trying
to make us scared and telling us that we need to appreciate what we have –
because maybe it isn’t cancer, maybe it’s something else. Maybe it will turn out to be something serious
but something that is treatable and curable?
Will we laugh when we look back at this?
Or is this God’s sense of wisdom,
allowing us to have a more time to plan and “end of life” plan. If this is indeed what the initial prognosis
is, it is not good. If we had not gone
in to find this kidney stone, this cancer would have gone undetected until very
late in the game. Too late to do any
planning.
Whatever it is, I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. When Mike died it was totally unexpected,
happened in a moment. This time, if
terminal cancer is George’s fate, I will have to watch it play out. Neither way is acceptable. I can only pray
that this is a treatable and curable cancer as that is easier to swallow than
the other option. But God has a plan…. and now we have to wait a few more days
for this plan to play out in our lives.”
And here we
are today, home after 19 days in the hospital.
While we’ve had nearly two years believing that George’s cancer would be
controlled by the first CRS/HIPEC surgery, today the picture is much different
than that. Still digesting the news of
the latest surgery. Aside from the
“shock and awe” of a cancer diagnosis two years ago, the feelings are nearly
the same. The elephant has found its way
back into the house. This time we know
what it is, we are able to speak about it for brief periods of time for
now.
The in home
nurse came this morning and showed me how to do the IV antibiotic meds as well
as how to hook up the tube feeding. She
described and then watched me do both.
She also watched as I cleaned and flushed the PICC lines and the wound
area. She was quite satisfied that I am
competent in handling what needs to be done here. The rest of our day was spent resting,
napping. I managed to go outside and do
some garden watering and checking the sprinklers to ensure they are all working
okay. George has had a couple of small
meals – still not very much, but more than he has eaten in a while in one
sitting. In a few hours we start ramping
up our evening schedule as I get ready to hand his IV at 6PM (takes about 30
minutes to run) and at 8:00 hook up his “snack” (that’s what it was called in
the hospital) which will run until 6AM.
I will need to get up at midnight and 2AM but hope to catch some good
zz’s between 2:30 and 6:00 at least! On
Thursday we will find out if we can discontinue the IV meds and that will decrease
middle of the night events. Any extra sleep
time is good!!
We will
settle into a routine for the next few days, a temporary routine. As the days go on it should become somewhat
easier to handle. I can hopefully get in
to work for a few hours next week in between medication treatments.
Then….. and
Now…. So much has happened in the past two years. We have been through some unbelievable challenges. It’s not done yet. We don’t know what the next two years
holds. I hope I can look back at that
point and say that things have gone much more smoothly than we expected. Gotta have some hope!!
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