Never take
moments for granted. That has to be the
mantra for anyone with cancer. Some days
are good and you feel hopeful. The next
day could be bad and you lose sight of hope.
We have had
one of those weeks. After a pretty good
overall week last week where George got some things accomplished. He tinkered in the garage some, always a good
source of enjoyment for him. He did a
few things outside.
On Monday things
had gone pretty well. We went for an
evening stroll. Shortley after that he
was experiencing pain. I should preface
this with the fact that one of the things he had done earlier in the day was
putting a couple of large planters back into the wooden stands he’d built for
them. Considering that he won’t carry
the laundry basket, this did require some concerted effort on his part.
At bedtime
he took a strong pain medication to see if it would help. While he did fall asleep pretty quickly,
within a couple of hours he woke up still experiencing pain. The decision was made to take a trip to the
ER to see if we could either figure out what the cause was or to at least rule
out “bad” stuff.
We were
there quite a long time considering most of our trips. It took a while for the CT scan to get
ordered up. All the bloodwork came back
fine. The pain medication took a long time for them to get to us. We had arrived in the ER at about 11:45PM and
it was close to 2:00AM before they finally gave it! The CT scan showed nothing acute or
significant. They compared it to the
Sept. 2016 scan rather than the one just a few weeks ago.
At 3:30AM we
headed for home where George quickly fell asleep until nearly 10:00AM. I, on the other hand, took over an hour to
wind down, falling asleep at 5AM only to get up at 7AM and head to work. Fortunately, I only work four hours a
day! (In a few weeks, I won’t have to
worry about that anyore.)
We figured
that, perhaps, George maybe pulled or strained a muscle from lifting the
planter box. The pain originally was in
the groin and radiated towards the back.
By the next day it was mainly in the lower back. He took pain meds on Tuesday and then
converted to Advil which he has been taking pretty consistently since
then. It has helped some, but it has not
gone away completely.
He is
frustrated. He is tired of being tired. Between his back, belly and tailbone he
experiences discomforts nearly all of the time.
He is growing bored sitting at home yet he isn’t feeling well enough or
strong enough to get out and about too much.
Even yesterday when we went to the grocery store I could tell he wasn’t
feeling well. Normally he likes to walk
up and down the aisles looking at things (and putting extra things in the
cart), but he wanted only to go exactly to the aisles for the half dozen things
on my grocery list. Today at Costco it
was the same. That’s just not like him
at all, so I know he is not feeling great.
Last night I
brought up the fact that maybe it is time to look into palliative care. Palliative care may be able to help alleviate
some of his discomfort so that he feels like moving about again. Maybe they have something that can take the
edge off the pain but doesn’t make him tired.
Unfortunately, our oncologist at Stanford Cancer Center has just this
past week moved and we have to see someone new.
We put in a call today to get an appointment with a new oncologist that
we can meet and he can refer us to their palliative care department. George is not exactly thrilled about having
to bring another oncologist up to speed on his cancer. Maybe we’ll be lucky and the new doc will
have some basic knowledge.
It is hard
to watch him going through this. I feel
helpless because there is nothing I can do.
At least not in the way of physical comfort. I can only be there for him for emotional
support. I still wish this was more I
could do for him.
In a few
weeks I do hope to do something BIG to help bring more awareness to PMP. I am actually a little bit excited to be able
to do this. I can’t go into details
because George and I are the only ones who know so far. For my faithful followers, stay tuned!
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