Another Update

Not so good news this time. Now I have blood clots in my legs; one foot and leg is four times the size it should and quite painful. I’m having to get shots in my abdomen every day.Steve’s had to learn how to give the shots in case I can’t, and It’s taking me so long to type I’m suspending my blogs until there is something earthshaking to report. I hope you will understand.

Onward and Upwards.

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Seventeen Days After Whole Brain Radiation

There is a light at the end of the tunnel, and it isn’t a train! I have cut down to one pain patch, and am feeling a little more ‘awake’ and not foggy or dopey. Steve says my brain seems to be functioning closer to normal instead of being in a fog. The tradeoff is that my throat still hurts when I swallow, but it isn’t as bad as it was. I’m currently existing on a diet of soup and soda. We don’t normally drink soda, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Virgil’s orange cream soda seems to really help. It isn’t super fizzy, and tastes good. I’ve been drinking it at room temperature and it doesn’t hurt going down. And I’m still managing to drink my coffee.

We have switched my meds, so that the anti-nausea med is a quick-dissolve-on-the-tongue – no swallowing required. My pain med is now a tiny one that isn’t going to scrape my throat going down. My feet and ankles aren’t hurting, and neither are they swollen. I only needed half the hydration on Thursday, and none yesterday. My PA left it up to me as to whether I thought I needed it today, and I don’t. I think I’m eating (I was able to eat mashed boiled eggs for breakfast!) and drinking enough that I don’t need any supplemental hydration today. And I’m feeling better. I can still nod off at the computer, but that will improve once I don’t need the pain patch. I don’t feel like I’m 80 – maybe 70 – and I’m steadier on my feet.

My eyesight is still off, but I don’t think I can do anything about that until everything else is back to normal. It makes it difficult to read and to write, especially since my fingers aren’t cooperating either. The sores on my scalp are healing. And since I’m feeling better, I might venture out for some shopping.

I know I’m not 100% better yet, and may not be for some time. But I’m getting there. And I have a PET scan scheduled for Monday.

Onward and Upward.

Eleven Days After Whole Brain Radiation

I want to go to sleep and not wake up until all my symptoms are gone. But I guess that’s unrealistic. My throat isn’t any better in spite of the meds and home remedies. And I’m still starting the day with vomiting, which isn’t a great way to start the day. It doesn’t help my raw throat much, either. My throat is still congested; I still sound like a frog; my ears still feel as if they’re going to explode, and I still get esophageal spasms every time I swallow. The spasms extend from my throat into my Eustachian tubes. Eating or drinking anything takes forever. I swallow, wait 5 or 10 minutes for the spasm to stop, swallow some more, wait 5 or 10 minutes, and repeat. So it takes a long time to eat, and it’s exhausting.

I’m developing sores on my neck and scalp. And they itch. I’m trying not to scratch, because the last thing I need is an infection on my skin. I clean gently, pat dry, then liberally apply pure Shea Butter. So far, I have no mouth sores. There are sore spots inside my ears and nostrils; they get the same Shea Butter treatment, and that seems to help.

I’m having no trouble sleeping. I think it’s my body’s way of giving me respite from not being able to swallow, and the spasms.

My eyes have become super dry. And my vision is a little off, especially at the end of the day. I haven’t even worn my contact lenses for a week, because I just couldn’t read with them. I can read with my glasses, but even then I sometimes have to strain to really see. We live in a desert, and my aging eyes are dry anyway, but this feels different.

I’m not feeling very steady and find myself shuffling around like those ancient men and women you see in nursing homes. They’re shuffling along with walkers, or hanging on to the wall rails, or pushing their wheelchairs along with their feet.

On a lighter note; I tried to take a bath a couple of days ago, thinking it would help me feel better. I totally didn’t take into account how low down the bathtub is, how inflexible I’ve become, and how hard it might be to get in and out of the tub. It was basically a comedy of errors. It took 10 minutes for me to figure out how to get in, turn around, and sit down, without dropping on my butt hard enough to break my tailbone. I managed it. But in the process, I somehow opened the drain, and all that lovely hot water infused with bath salts disappeared down the drain in no time. So then I had to figure out how to hoist myself up, close the drain, and get more hot water into the tub. And then I had to figure out how to lower myself back into the water without splashing all of it out of the tub and all over the bathroom floor.

Spud came into the bathroom once to see what I was doing. He gave me one of those ‘you’re-a-crazy-human-and-I-want-nothing-to-do-with-you’ looks and plopped himself down in the doorway to watch the fun. I can’t blame him – it was pretty funny.

So then I had to figure out how to get myself into a standing position. The only way I could do that was turn myself over so I was on all fours – and that took a few minutes. Spud sat in the doorway with a concerned look on his face, but I know he was snickering at me. At one point he left, and I thought perhaps he had gone to get Steve for help. But nooo. He went to get Peanut, and they both sat in the doorway snickering.

I finally managed to turn myself over and stand up. And I decided then and there NO MORE BATHS! Until we win the lottery and can get one of those walk-in bathtubs. Or until I can work on losing weight and working on my flexibility.

It’s okay. You can laugh. You know you want to. I would be laughing, but it hurts my throat.

Onward and Upward.

WBR Progress (?) Report

Today is day 7 after the last radiation treatment, and some new symptoms are appearing, and some other symptoms are continuing. The worst is the painful swallowing. I’m getting tired of soups and pureed food. But I know if I try to swallow real whole food, I will be screaming in a couple of seconds. I’ll just have to be patient.

We met with my PA yesterday (Tuesday). She told me I had ‘sunburn’ inside my ears and nostrils. Which would explain the soreness and itching. So far there is no blistering on my scalp or in my mouth. The back of my neck is quite red, though, with a couple of spots that look like they could turn into blisters. The inside of my mouth doesn’t have any ulcers or sore spots at the moment. She recommended I go back on the Dexamethasone for a few more doses as I was feeling so rotten yesterday. So I had an IV infusion of the Dexamethasone, and it did help. So now I will take 1/2 tablet every other day for three doses, and then I’ll stop.

Today my throat is much more painful. And then I had a bout of nausea and vomiting, which scraped my throat even more raw than it already is. I should have know better and put something more in my stomach before I took the Vicodan. But in my defense, I was desperate for some relief from the pain. I don’t think I’ll do that again! So for now, I’m managing to keep the worst of the pain at bay by using the Lidocaine-Maalox-Benadryl combo the pharmacy mixed up, and the Chloraseptic throat lozenges. Between those two, my throat is eased enough that I can at least swallow without wanting to cry.

I’m not as unsteady as I was, so that’s a plus, and the fatigue has eased up a bit. The skin on my face and neck is extremely dry, and my eyes are drier, too. My vision is a little ‘off’, and I’ve developed some interesting-looking floaters. I’ve had those before, and they’re usually little black spots that soar up and down in my field of vision. But there are a couple that look like little wormy shapes and don’t have a set path but just wander all over. I’m making an effort to remember to put in my eye drops that I was using before. My contact lenses aren’t working as well as they were, so I’ll just have to wait that out and see what happens. I think the chemo changed my vision a little, and the radiation has changed it some more. I’m not due for an eye check until April or May, so maybe by then, my eyes will have settled a bit.

Then there’s the roaring in my ears. It’s not ringing, but sometimes a high-pitched whistle that sounds like a whistling kettle, and sometimes a roaring sound as if there’s a waterfall rushing along in the next room. My hearing seems to be as acute as it ever was, so I’m not worried about that too much right now.

My left hand is almost back to normal, as best I can tell. There is still some weakness on that side according to my PA. I’m encouraged that my hand is better, because it means the tumor is no longer pressing on the ulnar nerve. And by extrapolation, I’m guessing that the brain tumors are shrinking, too.

I’m scheduled for a PET scan in 2 weeks, and then an MRI of the brain 3 weeks after that. And then we’ll re-evaluate to see where we are and how to get to where we need to be.

Onward and Upward.