Posts Tagged ‘good news

18
May
10

Three Scans for the Price of . . . Three

But first, results from last week’s scan!

Good news all around – the largest tumor has shrunk from 9.4cm down to 7.9cm; several of the other tumors also have shrunk; and some that haven’t shrunk outside are becoming necrotic inside, which probably means that the Avastin is preventing the blood flow leading to them.

So, yay!

As well, at 2 months, what they’re really looking for is to make sure that the tumors aren’t still growing, but often what you see at that point is that they’re stable, neither growth or reduction. The shrinkage, therefore is actually very good news.

So, double-yay!

My spleen is slightly enlarged, which isn’t of concern yet – Doctor Medici says there are blood vessels leading from the liver to the spleen (I think this is how it went, chemo brain is to blame if I’m saying wrong, not Doctor M), and they can get a little congested. At any rate, it is possible that it is lowering my red blood count, and may in the future have an impact on whether I can continue with this chemo regimen; but for now we want to go with it for as long as my body will tolerate it, since it’s having such good effect.

I also have some pleural effusion in my left chest cavity – a build-up of fluid in the space between the lungs and the chest wall. I believe this accounts for the chest symptoms I’ve been having, and also for the anxiety attacks, which I’ve been having a bit more often. Dr. M. doesn’t believe that, but I do – I know my body, and I’ve associated the anxiety with the feelings of pressure or compression in my chest, and the feeling that I can’t breathe as deeply as I want; and that was before I knew there was something in there.

However, the thing that most concerned Doctor Medici was the swelling on my left hand from last week. He was concerned that there might be hidden heart damage or a blood clot in my arm that was causing edema, and so he wanted me to have a vascular ultrasound and an echocardiogram in the next couple days.

I went in to the infusion suite and had my chemo, and when I came out, Nurse K. had scheduled me for the ultrasound at 3 pm and the echoCG at 4 pm. Fortunately, our savior driver cousin Jeanette was able to stick around and take me back to the hospital, and even had some personal business there herself, so that all worked out.

The ultrasound was given by a student, and one of the staff doctor/technicians was there to walk her through it. I was hearing comments like “Where is this thingy?”, “Show me that thingy,” “Show me that thingy in color.” I was seriously wiped out from the chemo, and all I wanted to do as I’m lying there was sleep – surprisingly, I ended up feeling pretty rested after that, so maybe my steroid high was kicking in.

They ended up taking a close look at the port and its environs, and the doctor/technician asked me a lot of questions about it. They ran over into my other appointment by about 10 minutes, and were looking intently at the results of the scan when I came out of the room. I had to wait a few minutes for the next test, even though I was late; and while I’m in having the echocardiogram, the ultrasound doctor stuck his head in the door and said:

“I just got off the phone with Doctor Medici, and he wants her to have a CT scan this evening – we’re getting it scheduled now.”

I called Jeanette to let her know that she shouldn’t wait any more, but didn’t get hold of her, which I figured meant she was out in the waiting room. We finished the eCG, and while I was changing the eCG doctor went out to talk to the other doctor. When he returned he said that the CT scan was scheduled, and I should just head right over there. When I got to the lobby, sure enough there was poor Jeanette, waiting patiently – I really appreciate the fact that she took so much time out of her life to drive me around, and to wait so long, but I didn’t know how much longer it was going to be, and figured she needed to get home to her family. After she left I called Brian to fill him in, and have him pick me up after the CT scan.

Once I was over in the radiology department, I got in pretty quickly. Nurse S. asked me why I was there, and I had to confess that I didn’t really know. All I could do was speculate that the ultrasound had detected a possible problem in my left chest/arm area, but nobody had told me what was specifically being looked for (and yes, I did ask the eCG doctor, who was the only one there by the time I was done with that test, but he didn’t know anything about it, just that the scan had been scheduled and where I was supposed to go). So he (Nurse S.) went to talk to the CT doctor, and it turned out that they were scanning the left chest and arm to look for venous clots, as I had guessed. I was still confused with why they needed a new scan, since I’d just had one on Thursday last week, and it was after the swelling symptoms had been and gone; until Nurse S. reminded me that normal chest CT scans are done with both arms above the head, so the arm is not imaged. Ah, of course.

Brian was waiting for me as soon as I was done, and we came home and made dinner, and were hanging a couple new pieces of artwork on the wall when the phone rang.

Dr. Medici was calling to let me know that the ultrasound doctor had detected some apparent slowing of bloodflow into the arms, which seemed as if it was coming from the middle of the chest; this is why Dr. M. requested the CT. The CT however, didn’t detect any clots or other problems, so unless the eCG results come back with something odd, everything seems as it should.

So that is the story of my big medical day, and My Three Scans.

16
Sep
08

September 16, 2008

Today the surgeon called.  I saw her number on Caller ID, and almost didn’t answer, because it seems like doctors never call with good news – if it’s good, they wait to tell you when you have an appointment.

But I picked up the phone anyway, and it turns out it was actually great (although not unexpected) news – the path report shows that there was no outlying cancer – the first surgery got it all!

So the cynical Julie wants to know why I had to have the second surgery, then?

And of course, the calm, logical, reasonable Julie reminds me that we wouldn’t know for sure without having done the additional tissue excision.

The medical researchers really need to come up with a method for determining spread of cancer in situ (Brian misheard me, and said “Inside you?” – well, it all comes to the same thing).  They figured out how to make a monkey phosphorescent – there’s got to be a way to insert jellyfish DNA into a cancer tumor so surgeons can track its spread.

At any rate, I meet with her on Thursday, and at that point, she’ll give me the names of a couple radiation oncologists, and a date as to when she’ll clear me to start radiation based on how I’m healing.  I’m ready to go on this – I still have a dream of finishing by the end of the year.

Last night I couldn’t sleep at all – I’ve been using a guided imagery program to help with my insomnia, and for the most part it’s been helping, along with some melatonin; but last night I heard every word, and even tried taking another dose of melatonin in the middle of the night, but I just lay there flopping around, having hot flashes and listening to Brian and the dog snore.  I even checked my temperature just to make sure I wasn’t developing an infection.  So instead, I got up and worked on my latest quilt pattern, read, checked the news, and finally logged in and did a little bit of work.  I had some breakfast and went back to bed – funny, I get the best sleep during work hours ;-}  I ended up working from home in the afternoon, and I’m planning on going to bed shortly.  As tired as I am, I suspect I’ll sleep well tonight.




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