The other weekend is all a bit of a mystery to me from Friday morning onwards – at one point I thought I was in a storage closet except that among the clutter were a couple of beds. Oh this is where people go to die I thought before I drifted off.
Nearly a fortnight later I am lying down unable to get out of bed. It amazing how quickly you lose muscle tone and what difference fat legs make. I was weighed the other day and was almost 10kg heavier than normal. All liquid in my legs and elsewhere I think. This meant that I am very restricted on where I can put my legs etc. Then when I try to stand up I need the help of two physios or nurses and a frame or rotastand which I can hang on to to get from bed to chair or back. I shall have another go later but at least I’m not in the broom cupboard.
I had been finding it more difficult to sit or stand for long but at least managed to get down to the Scout Hut to see it renamed after Richard Sherman who was the driving force behind fundraising and building the much used facility.
Meanwhile one of my legs had turned into a balloon so off to the Urgent Care Centre. Was it a DVT? Blood taken and heparin given. Next morning there was a lot of blood in my pee (or vice versa) so I managed to get a scan that day which showed no DVT. However there was concern about what might happening elsewhere so a CT scan was arranged. The good thing here was that it was combined with the one requested by my oncologist so I was able to bring that forward a week.
Continue reading “Flying ghost monkeys”
Having been batted back to oncology from urology I fortunately had scheduled review imminent. I told my oncologist about the traumas of the past six months. He was of course aware of my raised PSA. He is a man with a calm and reassuring manner and a voice to match. As expected he added another tablet (bicalutamide) to my list and proposed a two scans so that he can get a better idea of what is happening. The first was a bone scan which I had last week. As before I went in to hospital for an injection of a radioactive tracer then home to drink plenty and let it do its work (gathering in hotspots in the bones). Three hours later it was back for the scan itself. Continue reading “Mildly Radioactive (Again)”
I left you in the Urology ward waiting over the weekend for an ultrasound scan (KUB – kidneys, ureter and bladder). Saturday came and went with an extraordinary rugby match – England 31-0 up after 31 minutes, Scotland then leading 38-31 at full time and England nicking a draw in the dying seconds. Sunday I should have been having another TWOC (Trial WithOut Catheter) but this was postponed. Had my last meal at midnight in case I needed to go down for surgery after the ultrasound. Continue reading “Urology to oncology”
If you confuse your TWOC and your TURP are you a twurp? When I wrote about my first ever stay in hospital (for a TURP) I was expecting to return a couple of weeks later for another TWOC. Things didn’t quite work out like that. It has become time to introduce you to some new words – acute pyelonephritis, hydroureter, hydronephrosis and pseudomonas – and I might even tell you what they mean. Continue reading “Another visit to A&E”
In my last post I left you hanging – I had just been returned to the ward. Had the TURP worked? Would I sleep? Would I be discharged on Saturday? Would I be able to pee? Would I be able to not pee? I was obviously hoping for a good string of ‘yeses’. Continue reading “Post-TURP, not out of the woods yet”