I spent some time today reading through the patient stories at the Pheo Para Troopers website. You should too.
After reading there, my thoughts today are this: Do you have any idea how incredibly lucky I am?! With all of the 'lightning bolt and lottery ticket' odds that I've been hit with so far, I think the biggest 1 in a million happening that I've been blessed with is this: Somehow or another, I got the information I needed at the right times to talk to the right people to get me to the right doctors to get the treatment that I needed right away.
When reading stories like these here and in other places online I've felt, in a typically neurotic Val fashion, inadequate because of the simplicity of my case so far. Inadequate isn't quite the right word. I guess I've felt unworthy of notice or care or of world-class doctors to help me walk through my case. I've felt, somewhat rightly, that held up to what other people have faced, my worries and frustrations and fears have been petty. After all I have "Only a carotid paraganglioma," "Only another nodule." Reading through those stories those onlies are just emphasized for me even more.
I read Matt, Erin, and Tisa's stories today and one of the things they all had in common was going to doctor after doctor after doctor and getting treatment that was good, but that missed something. Those missing links and pieces of the puzzle that weren't picked up on right away, even by doctors who I'm sure were very good, inevitably made these journeys that were already arduous even more difficult.
It's true that I "just" had a carotid paraganglioma removed and that I "just" have a nodule. The stories that are represented here and elsewhere online give me plenty of perspective. What I've been thinking about, though, as I've wondered in the last few days what the future will bring is, what will MY story be? Will these be the only tumors that I deal with? I'm only 30. If I have anywhere near an average life expectancy and this disease progresses in the way that I understand it to do so when there are mutations involved it just seems logical to me that there would be more to deal with, though that may not always be the case. Will there be abdominal paras or Adrenal Pheos? More tumors in my head and neck? What about tumors in other places in my body? If there's more to come, where will they show up? What twists and turns have I not even dreamed of?
What is astounding to me though is how incredibly lucky, or blessed I am to have found Dr. Pacak and his protocol at NIH and been accepted into his study this early in the game. I wasn't thrilled with who the Navy referral docs sent me to in the beginning, but I quickly found my way to better options AND with the advice of a couple people (one of them being a Pheo Para Trooper) and a timid email sent I very quickly had Dr. Pacak in my corner! How incredibly lucky I have been that things have been tweaked here and there just so to get me to the folks who were in the know the first time around. At 30, with all of this really being my first go-around, even if there is more to the story, I have a team of doctors on my side who will be watching like hawks. I'll be working with people who see people like me--and people with much more complicated stories like the Pheo Para Troopers featured in these stories--on a daily basis.
How can I be anything but grateful then?! Forget gloomy!!! I got the one in a million luck of going to some of THE LEADING experts on Paras and Pheos when the adjectives describing my ordeal could still be words like, "Just" and "Only." I haven't seen legions of doctors. While it felt for a while in the beginning, like I was having to explain my situation a million times to people who didn't fully understand, I've been on this journey less than a year and haven't really seen THAT many people.
In light of that, it only makes sense to shift any of my "Why did *I* have to get these rare tumors?" thinking to, "If I had to get these rare tumors how grateful I am that things aligned themselves just so leading me to one of the best teams possible to see me through this!"
One in a million luck, every once in a while, is a really great thing to have. Today, I'm glad I've got it.
Go read these stories. Find out why the Pheo Para Troopers are such a vital and needed organization. It's because of these people and others who are allying against these mysterious illnesses that hopefully more and more people are going to get to have luck like I did and find their way to the doctors and treatment that they need immediately and not half-way into their stories. I'm honored to join the ranks. I can only hope that I can help other people to be as lucky as I have been somewhere down the line.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Processing Tomasito
Suddenly, cool, calm, and collected Val has gone on vacation (Andrew would dispute that cool, calm, and collected Val ever resided here in the first place...). In her place is stewing, gloomy Val. I don't like her as much. Since we found out about "Tomasito," (the little guy on my other carotid has received his Val-nomer) I've been feeling pretty gloomy. This cinches the fact that this is something that I'll be dealing with indefinitely. As in the rest of my life, which I hope will be long. I had high hopes that maybe I was going to be in the 'sporadic' group of paragangliomas--that there would be no genetic mutation at the root of this and after Tomas I could be done--but this little nodule means that this is likely not the case. I'm finding that tough to swallow. I don't want to do this again. I don't like even the shadow of a possibility that my kids would have to deal with this either...
(Karen at the NIH actually said that "(If I have a mutation) It's not unlikely that you will have slow, clunky tumors growing throughout your body. No big deal. We just watch them and deal with them." What an interesting thought. I'd never thought about a tumor being slow and clunky. I guess slow and clunky is better than other prospects though...)
On top of it all, we have to figure out how to balance the rest of our life with trips to NIH and Tomasitos and potential clunky tumors. Did I mention that we're a Navy family? That we're up for orders? That Andrew is heading back into Sea Duty and we're supposed to have orders in hand right now, but don't because we were instructed to wait on all of this Tomas-y stuff to know what my Exceptional Family Member Program status would be? That we might be moving? That maybe it would be a good thing to move to be closer to the NIH? That maybe it would be an awful thing to move because we have a fantastic support system here, a home that we love, and stability? (And did I mention that I'm a horrible mover? I mean for a Navy wife I'm a horrible mover... ) I guess the truth of the matter is that about now I'd be panicking about orders and heading back to Sea Duty anyway, but adding in Tomasito and a body that is most likely predisposed to growing tumors for a hobby makes that all just a little more overwhelming.
For most of the Pheo-para folks out there news of a mini little nodule guy like Tomasito would be something to just take in a stride. I feel like I'm over-reacting by feeling so gloomy about it all. And the truth of the matter is we still don't know what our genetic testing results are so we aren't entirely sure exactly what we're dealing with. I should really wait to pull out the gloomy face til we have the whole picture, I guess. I am a pheo-para trooper light-weight though. I shouldn't be freaking out. I shouldn't feel gloomy. BUT I DO! I confess to my light-weightiness and promise to feel appropriately ashamed for it. Right after I bury myself in my Kindle and eat chocolate for a few days (by the way... we're seriously lacking on chocolate around here. I really need chocolate. And fruit... which would be better for me to hole up with than chocolate, but really let's just be realistic. Also toilet paper.... *sigh* If only growing a baby nodule named Tomasito was reason enough to avoid the grocery store...).
On the positive side of things: 1) After my Mama got sick when considering my dismal family history, it occurred to me that it would be nice to have a reason to have scans from head to toe periodically to make sure I didn't have anything weird growing inside of me. Guess what?! I GET TO NOW!!! 2) Tomasito is a tiny little guy. He should grow slowly. 3) I think Tomasito is a great name and it's even more fun to say than Tomas. 4) D.C. is a nice place to vacation. Now I'll have a reason to go there twice a year! 5) I already have some of the best people in the world on the case. 6) Andrew's command has been awesome and we have a lot of people looking for answers for us on the juggling of it all. 7) The ever-present joy of blog-fodder. 8) I'll never have to decide on WHERE to go for a family vacation again.
I guess we just have a lot of balls in the air right now and that this season, like so many others that we've weathered, is just "fraught," and that hopefully other seasons will shake out that will be less "fraught." We're moving into a time of pretty major transitions on the heels of a time of pregnancy and gorgeous new babyness and surgery and weird diagnoses. We're trying to figure out which way is up in all of it. I guess I need to give myself some room to be in all of that. The good news is I do have The Rock of refuge and strength to cling to. I'm clinging. I'm glad that He holds me fast even when the fingernails by which I've been hanging for a while give out. I am glad for the moments of peace that passes all understanding when they come. I am glad that my rock waits patiently for me to walk through the gloomy feelings that I have to get through first.
Stay tuned. The Tomas-saga continues. And feel free to send chocolate.
(Karen at the NIH actually said that "(If I have a mutation) It's not unlikely that you will have slow, clunky tumors growing throughout your body. No big deal. We just watch them and deal with them." What an interesting thought. I'd never thought about a tumor being slow and clunky. I guess slow and clunky is better than other prospects though...)
On top of it all, we have to figure out how to balance the rest of our life with trips to NIH and Tomasitos and potential clunky tumors. Did I mention that we're a Navy family? That we're up for orders? That Andrew is heading back into Sea Duty and we're supposed to have orders in hand right now, but don't because we were instructed to wait on all of this Tomas-y stuff to know what my Exceptional Family Member Program status would be? That we might be moving? That maybe it would be a good thing to move to be closer to the NIH? That maybe it would be an awful thing to move because we have a fantastic support system here, a home that we love, and stability? (And did I mention that I'm a horrible mover? I mean for a Navy wife I'm a horrible mover... ) I guess the truth of the matter is that about now I'd be panicking about orders and heading back to Sea Duty anyway, but adding in Tomasito and a body that is most likely predisposed to growing tumors for a hobby makes that all just a little more overwhelming.
For most of the Pheo-para folks out there news of a mini little nodule guy like Tomasito would be something to just take in a stride. I feel like I'm over-reacting by feeling so gloomy about it all. And the truth of the matter is we still don't know what our genetic testing results are so we aren't entirely sure exactly what we're dealing with. I should really wait to pull out the gloomy face til we have the whole picture, I guess. I am a pheo-para trooper light-weight though. I shouldn't be freaking out. I shouldn't feel gloomy. BUT I DO! I confess to my light-weightiness and promise to feel appropriately ashamed for it. Right after I bury myself in my Kindle and eat chocolate for a few days (by the way... we're seriously lacking on chocolate around here. I really need chocolate. And fruit... which would be better for me to hole up with than chocolate, but really let's just be realistic. Also toilet paper.... *sigh* If only growing a baby nodule named Tomasito was reason enough to avoid the grocery store...).
On the positive side of things: 1) After my Mama got sick when considering my dismal family history, it occurred to me that it would be nice to have a reason to have scans from head to toe periodically to make sure I didn't have anything weird growing inside of me. Guess what?! I GET TO NOW!!! 2) Tomasito is a tiny little guy. He should grow slowly. 3) I think Tomasito is a great name and it's even more fun to say than Tomas. 4) D.C. is a nice place to vacation. Now I'll have a reason to go there twice a year! 5) I already have some of the best people in the world on the case. 6) Andrew's command has been awesome and we have a lot of people looking for answers for us on the juggling of it all. 7) The ever-present joy of blog-fodder. 8) I'll never have to decide on WHERE to go for a family vacation again.
I guess we just have a lot of balls in the air right now and that this season, like so many others that we've weathered, is just "fraught," and that hopefully other seasons will shake out that will be less "fraught." We're moving into a time of pretty major transitions on the heels of a time of pregnancy and gorgeous new babyness and surgery and weird diagnoses. We're trying to figure out which way is up in all of it. I guess I need to give myself some room to be in all of that. The good news is I do have The Rock of refuge and strength to cling to. I'm clinging. I'm glad that He holds me fast even when the fingernails by which I've been hanging for a while give out. I am glad for the moments of peace that passes all understanding when they come. I am glad that my rock waits patiently for me to walk through the gloomy feelings that I have to get through first.
Stay tuned. The Tomas-saga continues. And feel free to send chocolate.
Friday, March 25, 2011
What We Know Now...
Trip two (short though it is) to the NIH has gone much more smoothly thus far than Trip 1. We've figured out how to get around to where we need to go both inside and outside the hospital. (The lab rat is starting to beat the maze!!!) There were far fewer worries both in and outside the hospital in general this time around. I knew how to get to all the places I needed to... Well mostly. I have had to ask for directions once, but I was headed in the right direction! So we've learned a lot at this point.
We really only had to come for scheduled labs and a follow-up appointment. It was certainly the longest trip I've ever taken to a doctor's office, I gotta tell you! But, though that felt frustrating to begin with, in the end I'm glad we got here.
So what do I know now?
1) Arriving during daylight and when the shuttle to the airport is still running is a GOOD thing.
2) Security is easier to get through with badges in hand.
3) How to get to the spot on the 5th floor where they do the supine blood draws
4) That the NIH can actually take more blood than a Red Cross Blood Drive one tiny vial at a time.
5) Having a hep-lock for an hour is better than having one for days and days.
6) How to find the GOOD gift shop
7) Where the cafeteria is and what time NOT to go... and also that they make decent dessert
8) I can appreciate the wonder of NIH a lot more readily when I'm not panicked about impending surgeries, pre-op sickies, breastfeeding bungles, or people who are freaked out by babies being present (though I understand that was partly out of concern for her). It is an amazing place where miracles happen every day.
As for the serious side of things... The follow-up appointment was also full of information. Most of it confirmed what we already expected. But still, some ground solidified.
First of all, I am again a medical rarity. In fact, I'm a medical rarity among medical rarities. That mean post-op infection that I had? It was the first one that Dr. Pacak has seen in head and neck surgeries in his 12 years of doing this. I was the first patient to sprout an infection after this particular procedure under Dr. Kebebew's care. This apparently happens so infrequently there has been debate about whether to even bother administering antibiotics before and after surgery. They said in these types of operations, an infection happens in 1 out every of 2,000 or 3,000 cases. I gotta tell you. I'm ready do stop being special. The docs were all very nice about it all and sympathetic about the extra ordeal I'd gone through. And one doc--He told me to go get a lottery ticket. Like yesterday.
Secondly, we got the official word about the pathology of the tumor. It was well-encapsulated. It hadn't invaded any other tissue and didn't have a blood supply. That means that it doesn't "look" like cancer. This is really good news. The doctor was sure to remind me though that you just can't tell with these tumors. Even the ones that don't "look" like cancer when they are removed may metastasize years down the line. They all have the potential to be malignant, but you don't really know until you know. Dr. Kebebew suggested that in light of that I get follow-up scans yearly.
Third, when we were here last time around and the Endocrine Doctor on my case was going over the scan results she mentioned a "possible" nodule on my lung and another one... bum bum bum.... on my other Carotid Body. We asked everyone we saw about those findings today. The lung nodule is most likely 'no big deal.' A very large portion of the population has lung nodules. Nodules on the carotid artery are... well, you know... less common. And I'm pretty sure things like Tomas are really all that grow there. Dr. Kebebew finally gave us the definitive word. There is something there. He was aware of it and had reviewed it before my surgery. He says though that it's too small to do anything about right now. The bottom line is that this 'something' needs to be surveilled as well. He said it may start growing 2 or 5 or 10 years down the line and then we'd need to do something about it. Or... it may just stay a 'something' and be a non-event.
So the over-arching theme is... We need surveillance of some sort for a while.... or really indefinitely.
The piece we didn't get today is the results of the genetic tests. If this 'something' on the carotid is a 'something' that would eventually become another carotid paraganglioma then, from what I've learned so far, it's VERY likely that I am a 'mutant' and this came about from one of the genetic mutations. I think that is the determining factor for whether or not they'll want us to continue in the NIH protocol, but maybe the nodule and need for surveillance will force that issue anyway.
Kind of a mixed bag, but all in all mostly just confirmation of what we already knew.
Praying for more smooth travels tomorrow... And that the control tower folks at DCA are awake when we take off in the morning. ;) Can't wait to get home to be with my girls and for this leg of the journey at least to finally be all the way over.
We really only had to come for scheduled labs and a follow-up appointment. It was certainly the longest trip I've ever taken to a doctor's office, I gotta tell you! But, though that felt frustrating to begin with, in the end I'm glad we got here.
So what do I know now?
1) Arriving during daylight and when the shuttle to the airport is still running is a GOOD thing.
2) Security is easier to get through with badges in hand.
3) How to get to the spot on the 5th floor where they do the supine blood draws
4) That the NIH can actually take more blood than a Red Cross Blood Drive one tiny vial at a time.
5) Having a hep-lock for an hour is better than having one for days and days.
6) How to find the GOOD gift shop
7) Where the cafeteria is and what time NOT to go... and also that they make decent dessert
8) I can appreciate the wonder of NIH a lot more readily when I'm not panicked about impending surgeries, pre-op sickies, breastfeeding bungles, or people who are freaked out by babies being present (though I understand that was partly out of concern for her). It is an amazing place where miracles happen every day.
As for the serious side of things... The follow-up appointment was also full of information. Most of it confirmed what we already expected. But still, some ground solidified.
First of all, I am again a medical rarity. In fact, I'm a medical rarity among medical rarities. That mean post-op infection that I had? It was the first one that Dr. Pacak has seen in head and neck surgeries in his 12 years of doing this. I was the first patient to sprout an infection after this particular procedure under Dr. Kebebew's care. This apparently happens so infrequently there has been debate about whether to even bother administering antibiotics before and after surgery. They said in these types of operations, an infection happens in 1 out every of 2,000 or 3,000 cases. I gotta tell you. I'm ready do stop being special. The docs were all very nice about it all and sympathetic about the extra ordeal I'd gone through. And one doc--He told me to go get a lottery ticket. Like yesterday.
Secondly, we got the official word about the pathology of the tumor. It was well-encapsulated. It hadn't invaded any other tissue and didn't have a blood supply. That means that it doesn't "look" like cancer. This is really good news. The doctor was sure to remind me though that you just can't tell with these tumors. Even the ones that don't "look" like cancer when they are removed may metastasize years down the line. They all have the potential to be malignant, but you don't really know until you know. Dr. Kebebew suggested that in light of that I get follow-up scans yearly.
Third, when we were here last time around and the Endocrine Doctor on my case was going over the scan results she mentioned a "possible" nodule on my lung and another one... bum bum bum.... on my other Carotid Body. We asked everyone we saw about those findings today. The lung nodule is most likely 'no big deal.' A very large portion of the population has lung nodules. Nodules on the carotid artery are... well, you know... less common. And I'm pretty sure things like Tomas are really all that grow there. Dr. Kebebew finally gave us the definitive word. There is something there. He was aware of it and had reviewed it before my surgery. He says though that it's too small to do anything about right now. The bottom line is that this 'something' needs to be surveilled as well. He said it may start growing 2 or 5 or 10 years down the line and then we'd need to do something about it. Or... it may just stay a 'something' and be a non-event.
So the over-arching theme is... We need surveillance of some sort for a while.... or really indefinitely.
The piece we didn't get today is the results of the genetic tests. If this 'something' on the carotid is a 'something' that would eventually become another carotid paraganglioma then, from what I've learned so far, it's VERY likely that I am a 'mutant' and this came about from one of the genetic mutations. I think that is the determining factor for whether or not they'll want us to continue in the NIH protocol, but maybe the nodule and need for surveillance will force that issue anyway.
Kind of a mixed bag, but all in all mostly just confirmation of what we already knew.
Praying for more smooth travels tomorrow... And that the control tower folks at DCA are awake when we take off in the morning. ;) Can't wait to get home to be with my girls and for this leg of the journey at least to finally be all the way over.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Top 10 List of Val's Goobie-headedness
Ways Val has looked like a Goobie head in the last month:
1) Wearing high-water work out pants, white socks, and black loafers for scans at the NIH.
2) Accessorizing with containers of my own bodily fluids on the first testing day at NIH
3) Forgetting to take my NIH ID badges off when I left campus
4) Wearing t-shirts advertising major medical institutions on the campus of other medical institutions.
5) Watching my 'not a tumah' neck swell up like a balloon
6) Wearing a hospital gown and blue jeans for most of the day on Friday.
7) Wearing a hospital gown splattered with Tomato Bisque soup and yogurt for the rest of my hospital stay.
8) Big ole bandagey gauze with a stretchy band holding it in place post infection
9) Crying in inappropriate places.
10) Cocking my head to one side pretty much constantly post operatively
Now will someone please tell me what exactly a Goobie head is? I don't know either...
1) Wearing high-water work out pants, white socks, and black loafers for scans at the NIH.
2) Accessorizing with containers of my own bodily fluids on the first testing day at NIH
3) Forgetting to take my NIH ID badges off when I left campus
4) Wearing t-shirts advertising major medical institutions on the campus of other medical institutions.
5) Watching my 'not a tumah' neck swell up like a balloon
6) Wearing a hospital gown and blue jeans for most of the day on Friday.
7) Wearing a hospital gown splattered with Tomato Bisque soup and yogurt for the rest of my hospital stay.
8) Big ole bandagey gauze with a stretchy band holding it in place post infection
9) Crying in inappropriate places.
10) Cocking my head to one side pretty much constantly post operatively
Now will someone please tell me what exactly a Goobie head is? I don't know either...
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Soup and No Sharks
So have I told you all about Louis Zamperini yet?
Andy got me a book on my Kindle for Christmas. It's the latest book by Laura Hillenbrand and it's about this guy who was an Olympian and then he was a bombardier in WWII. It's an incredible, incredible story and it's basically like the worst case scenario of everything that could go wrong going wrong and someone still living to tell about it that I've ever heard. Louie gets to the end of all of this awfulness and he comes home and is really mad at God. Which, quite frankly, I get. But then he has this experience where his perspective shifts and he stops seeing all the wrong and awful things that happened to him and he finds himself just amazed at the miracle that he lived through it all and he lives out the rest of his life in joyful gratefulness to God. In Louie's story there are sharks. Real ones and lots of 'em. And those sharks have kind of stayed with me. I've been trying to see the 'gratefuls' and the spots of the goodness of God in this whole journey and trying to remember Louie's attitude. Thanks to Louie's story I have adopted the mantra, "At least there weren't any sharks."
So what can I tell you about the last week? Basically, I can say at least there weren't any sharks. Though I gotta tell you when Dad woke me up on Friday with news that our island was under a Tsunami Warning, I wasn't sure that one might not wash up right into my backyard. None did.
There was however a Quasimodo like hump that showed up not on my back, but on my neck. For those of you who saw the picture on Facebook let me tell you that the next morning that lump had more than doubled and by the time the story was over it was even bigger than that. Seriously.... I kept joking about looking like "Elephant Woman," but the really not funny thing was it looked really, really, I'm not kidding when I say "freakishly" bad by the time this was all said and done.
So about Tuesday of last week I started having some achy and unexpected pain at my incision site. That evening I noticed a hard lump--it almost felt like my tumor was back. When I woke up Wednesday and the lump was bigger I made sure to go see my doctor. He prescribed some anti-biotics to be on the safe side and recommended I come in for a follow up in 48 hours. When I woke up the next day, the lump was even bigger so I called my doctor to see what I should do and he said to come in right away.
I went in and heard words like, "possible abscess, possible pseudo-aneurysm (WHAT?! Thank God it wasn't that!), and possible hematoma." I also had an ultrasound and got to chat with my old buddy, Jim again. Scroll down to the beginning posts to see who Jim is. He is a very nice chap and actually did get filled in on how things 'turned out' with the freaky Carotid Paraganglioma diagnosis he'd helped to make. My docs conferred with NIH docs and the verdict was "probably a seroma which isn't life-threatening but should probably be checked out by someone else" was made.
At the end of the day we kind of got rolled over by a freight train with travel plans to go to the NIH the NEXT DAY. That was hugely overwhelming for several reasons and so finally Andy and Karen my coordinator at NIH--who y'all is one phenomenal lady--helped make a more sane plan to go to the University of Washington the next day instead and we backed up the travel plans and I slept better that night. Good thing too, because I didn't get a lot of sleep the next few nights.
So Friday dawned and we called my doc to see what the best way to get seen at UW was. And he said *sigh* "Go to the ER."
And so we went.
And they were very nice there. And they gave me a CT scan and took some blood and we waited. We got there about noon.
While we waited the lump grew. While we waited the pain got worse. By 7 that evening as we were still waiting for the ENT docs to decide what to do to me I was crying anytime a medical professional talked to me because the pain was so bad and they were saying words like 'surgery.'
So we waited longer and finally the doctors came in with a plan. I think that was around 9 o'clock and somewhere after the time that Andy snuck out and told the nurses, "Look this woman delivered two children without pain medication and she says her pain is at 6. Can we help her here?" Back to the plan. The plan was NOT to put me under general anesthetic (yay!) but to do a bedside procedure to drain the abscess, put in a drain, and get some kick-butt antibiotics. They explained this procedure which involved making an incision at the original incision site and ironically as they explained, the incision site opened up by itself and began to drain on it's own. I guess in the end that clinched the decision of how to proceed.
Andy tells me that what happened next was pretty gross. I don't know about that but I can tell you that it HURT. They said it would be easier than the Fine Needle Aspiration I had while at NIH. Let me tell you I was begging for that procedure instead by the time we were done. But we got through it. And I got some Advil for the pain and a couple hours later I felt better than I had in four days. The lump by the way, was not entirely abscess. A lot of it was lymphatic fluid, I believe, that kind of was my body's way of saying, "Something isn't right, Rally the troops!" The abscess was, however, big enough. Bigger than I expected even with the Quasimodo lump.
I was admitted, which I wasn't anticipating or wanting, but which I know was best. I got doses of Vancomyacin and Clindamyacin via IV Friday night through Sunday noon. I remembered how much I love UW and especially the AMAZING, PHENOMENAL, WORLD CLASS NURSING STAFF that they have. And I had their Tomato Bisque soup (which is also world class) for every meal that it was appropriate. UW's Tomato Bisque soup is some darned good medicine y'all.
We had some amazing friends back home who came to our rescue and took Carolyn and Abbie. Andy and Lainey stayed with me most of the time. Finally this afternoon we came home.
I'm up now trying to decide whether or not I'm having an allergic reaction to the antibiotics they sent me home with. Right now I'm landing on the side of probably not, I just had anxiety itching, but I'm sure one way or another I'll know by tomorrow.
So the best things I can tell you about the last few days is this: 1) I have amazing friends and family. 2) I am so blessed by the huge army of people who have prayed for me. And finally 3) At least there weren't any sharks and the soup was awfully good.
Let's see what this week has in store, shall we?
P.S. Even with the harrowing nature of the last few days, I feel like a colossal whiner when I look at the devastation in Japan. Absolutely heart-breaking.
Andy got me a book on my Kindle for Christmas. It's the latest book by Laura Hillenbrand and it's about this guy who was an Olympian and then he was a bombardier in WWII. It's an incredible, incredible story and it's basically like the worst case scenario of everything that could go wrong going wrong and someone still living to tell about it that I've ever heard. Louie gets to the end of all of this awfulness and he comes home and is really mad at God. Which, quite frankly, I get. But then he has this experience where his perspective shifts and he stops seeing all the wrong and awful things that happened to him and he finds himself just amazed at the miracle that he lived through it all and he lives out the rest of his life in joyful gratefulness to God. In Louie's story there are sharks. Real ones and lots of 'em. And those sharks have kind of stayed with me. I've been trying to see the 'gratefuls' and the spots of the goodness of God in this whole journey and trying to remember Louie's attitude. Thanks to Louie's story I have adopted the mantra, "At least there weren't any sharks."
So what can I tell you about the last week? Basically, I can say at least there weren't any sharks. Though I gotta tell you when Dad woke me up on Friday with news that our island was under a Tsunami Warning, I wasn't sure that one might not wash up right into my backyard. None did.
There was however a Quasimodo like hump that showed up not on my back, but on my neck. For those of you who saw the picture on Facebook let me tell you that the next morning that lump had more than doubled and by the time the story was over it was even bigger than that. Seriously.... I kept joking about looking like "Elephant Woman," but the really not funny thing was it looked really, really, I'm not kidding when I say "freakishly" bad by the time this was all said and done.
So about Tuesday of last week I started having some achy and unexpected pain at my incision site. That evening I noticed a hard lump--it almost felt like my tumor was back. When I woke up Wednesday and the lump was bigger I made sure to go see my doctor. He prescribed some anti-biotics to be on the safe side and recommended I come in for a follow up in 48 hours. When I woke up the next day, the lump was even bigger so I called my doctor to see what I should do and he said to come in right away.
I went in and heard words like, "possible abscess, possible pseudo-aneurysm (WHAT?! Thank God it wasn't that!), and possible hematoma." I also had an ultrasound and got to chat with my old buddy, Jim again. Scroll down to the beginning posts to see who Jim is. He is a very nice chap and actually did get filled in on how things 'turned out' with the freaky Carotid Paraganglioma diagnosis he'd helped to make. My docs conferred with NIH docs and the verdict was "probably a seroma which isn't life-threatening but should probably be checked out by someone else" was made.
At the end of the day we kind of got rolled over by a freight train with travel plans to go to the NIH the NEXT DAY. That was hugely overwhelming for several reasons and so finally Andy and Karen my coordinator at NIH--who y'all is one phenomenal lady--helped make a more sane plan to go to the University of Washington the next day instead and we backed up the travel plans and I slept better that night. Good thing too, because I didn't get a lot of sleep the next few nights.
So Friday dawned and we called my doc to see what the best way to get seen at UW was. And he said *sigh* "Go to the ER."
And so we went.
And they were very nice there. And they gave me a CT scan and took some blood and we waited. We got there about noon.
While we waited the lump grew. While we waited the pain got worse. By 7 that evening as we were still waiting for the ENT docs to decide what to do to me I was crying anytime a medical professional talked to me because the pain was so bad and they were saying words like 'surgery.'
So we waited longer and finally the doctors came in with a plan. I think that was around 9 o'clock and somewhere after the time that Andy snuck out and told the nurses, "Look this woman delivered two children without pain medication and she says her pain is at 6. Can we help her here?" Back to the plan. The plan was NOT to put me under general anesthetic (yay!) but to do a bedside procedure to drain the abscess, put in a drain, and get some kick-butt antibiotics. They explained this procedure which involved making an incision at the original incision site and ironically as they explained, the incision site opened up by itself and began to drain on it's own. I guess in the end that clinched the decision of how to proceed.
Andy tells me that what happened next was pretty gross. I don't know about that but I can tell you that it HURT. They said it would be easier than the Fine Needle Aspiration I had while at NIH. Let me tell you I was begging for that procedure instead by the time we were done. But we got through it. And I got some Advil for the pain and a couple hours later I felt better than I had in four days. The lump by the way, was not entirely abscess. A lot of it was lymphatic fluid, I believe, that kind of was my body's way of saying, "Something isn't right, Rally the troops!" The abscess was, however, big enough. Bigger than I expected even with the Quasimodo lump.
I was admitted, which I wasn't anticipating or wanting, but which I know was best. I got doses of Vancomyacin and Clindamyacin via IV Friday night through Sunday noon. I remembered how much I love UW and especially the AMAZING, PHENOMENAL, WORLD CLASS NURSING STAFF that they have. And I had their Tomato Bisque soup (which is also world class) for every meal that it was appropriate. UW's Tomato Bisque soup is some darned good medicine y'all.
We had some amazing friends back home who came to our rescue and took Carolyn and Abbie. Andy and Lainey stayed with me most of the time. Finally this afternoon we came home.
I'm up now trying to decide whether or not I'm having an allergic reaction to the antibiotics they sent me home with. Right now I'm landing on the side of probably not, I just had anxiety itching, but I'm sure one way or another I'll know by tomorrow.
So the best things I can tell you about the last few days is this: 1) I have amazing friends and family. 2) I am so blessed by the huge army of people who have prayed for me. And finally 3) At least there weren't any sharks and the soup was awfully good.
Let's see what this week has in store, shall we?
P.S. Even with the harrowing nature of the last few days, I feel like a colossal whiner when I look at the devastation in Japan. Absolutely heart-breaking.
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