
Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep praying.
Romans 12:12
Thanksgiving was met with nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, and great pain. Cancer at times is very painful. Vomiting and diarrhea at the same time should be an Olympic event. My Oncologist asked me to stop taking Longsurf chemo pills, I complied, and nothing changed. Eventually, I was admitted to the hospital to have my Ileostomy surgery and over the next few writings, I will share those seven days of experiences with you.
I was admitted directly to room day one and did not have to go through the emergency room to be admitted. I had no set time to be there, I just answered a phone call and told my room awaits. Upon entering the hospital, I took the elevators to the oncology floor and was met by staff who directed me to my room.
Surprisingly, the bed was not too uncomfortable. My room had a dresser, bathroom with shower, and was clean. I was first greeted by a young Medical Assistant who took my vitals and was told that my daytime nurse would be with me shortly.
Sure enough, my day nurse arrived. She did a head-to-toe examination including asking me to squeeze her hand, press, and pull my feet against her hand. She read through my history, asked about each of my medications, and asked personal questions like, do you feel safe at home. She informed me today I would remain on a liquid diet followed by only allowing me ice chips in the evening before tomorrow’s surgery. I was informed that I would be having a CT next.
Shortly after the nurse left, I was greeted by an aid with a wheelchair. Away we went, my in my hospital gown, not covering much as we went. We arrived at the room where my CT would take place. The almost floor-to-wall donut with a bed that slid in and out the donut hole. By now I am used to the routine. Usually, I am to drink a super-sized cup of lemon or fruit-flavored drink 3o minutes before the scan. Not today. I lay on the table and they ask me to raise my hands above my head and they connect an IV to my existing access in my elbow.
I was informed they will talk to me through speakers in the donut and there is a camera there also where they can see me. The tech disappears into a room next to where I lay. They scan me once looking for any metal objects in my clothing and then the scan begins. The speaker tells me to take a deep breath and hold it. I comply as my bed moves through the donut. Next, the speaker states that the contrast has started through my IV. What an odd sensation. You feel the warmth from within your body core that slowly begins at your chest and works down to your groin area. The voice interrupts and asks you again to take a deep breath and hold it. My bed again travels through the donut.
Done. They remove the IV and the aid appears with the wheelchair and off we go to find my room.
Back in my room lunch is delivered consisting of beef broth and orange-flavored jello. This was the first food that stayed on my stomach in five days. It tasted wonderful.
The nurse came back after lunch with a surprise. My doctor had ordered blood thinner for me to prevent clots. This medication was delivered via shot into my stomach. Ouch.
Dinner came at five and again, beef broth and orange jello. Tasted just as good as lunch. I munched on ice chips until I fell asleep for the night. I was awakened every six hours for vitals and blood work. The IV pump just seemed extra loud this evening aiding in a restless sleep.
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