There are times when I really wish I wasn't me. These usually occur when I come up with brilliant ideas for blog posts that I can entertain (or bore) you with on here - usually because I can just about guarantee that me thinking I have got great ideas for blog posts will mean I start to experience what you might call minor complications to my blogging abilities. As in - something happens to ensure that I am held captive (and most probably given some half-explained bad news as a result of my captivity which starts my head spinning for at least a week after the event).
I suppose one good thing has come out of my most recent hospitalisation. At least now I know that at least some of the Departments who are looking after me are working together.
I suppose I should start at the beginning (and explain what I mean about calling Dynarod in).
A few weeks ago I should have had four appointments in the space of two days (in fact, two of the appointments were supposed to be withing 40 minutes of each other - in two totally different places).
The two appointments I did manage to get two were the ones which combined to get me admitted back into hospital after the second one.
The first appointment I managed to attend was for a CT Scan which had been ordered by my Oncologist. The second appointment was with the Pleural Effusion crowd to check my left lung hadn't had a refill of fluid. Well, apparently the left lung had not had a refill of fluid but my right lung must have been feeling left out because it turned out that my right lung needed to be drained of fluid. That meant another stay in Ward 29 of Glenfield hospital. (It also meant the drain was put in a veryawkvery place - between the ribs just where the muscles are which allow you to bend the top half of your torso are).
I was also introduced to the most effective painkiller I have ever had (and - if you know me - you will know I hate taking painkillers). Oramorph (otherwise known as liquid morphine) is brilliant.
Unfortunately I was also introduced to the most painful procedure I have ever had - putting talc in to seal the lining of my lung in an attempt to prevent further leaks. So far, the talc appears to have worked.
However, the news I got in my Discharge letter wasn't exactly the best news I have ever had (nor was it put in an easily understandable kind of language) - which made me definitely not want to see my Oncologist for quite a while. The letter informed me that the tests on the fluid they had drained showed something which may be a progression of the cancer or it could be something else equally bad.
A week after I came out of hospital I saw my Oncologist who actually kind of put my mind at rest whilst scaring me at the same time. Yes - the tests did show the cancer has spread to the lining of my lungs but no I am not going to have Chemo yet. There are more drugs to try before that. So I am now on Letrozole instead of Tamoxifen. It took a week for the Letrozole to kick in properly. Just enough time for the next dose of fun to start.
I don't know if you remember but there was some fuss about whether or not I had Asthma before I had my left lung drained??? Ladies and gentlemen - I have had confirmation that I have in fact joined the ranks of the Asthmatics!!! I didn't like the test they put me through to get the result. Well, that is not strictly true - I didn't mind the actual hospital-administered test itself - it was the test involved in stopping my inhalers for 24 hours prior to the test, taking my tablets 45 minutes earlier than normal (to give one time to work through my system before I left home), and get myself to Glenfield hospital by bus on my own without conking out.
Anyway, that is you lot up to date so far.
I know I keep saying this but I honestly appreciate your support.
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