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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Today's Roulette Menu

Tumor board says...more MRIs to see how it goes. So no surgery, which is a relief (that was beyond brutal last year). We're hoping the bleeder will just go away vs. rupture. So that's a fun roulette wheel to ride.

Thankfully, it's not as symptomatic as the one they removed. I just have to take it easy when it acts up, not get hit in the stomach, and go to the ER if it gets worse so they can look at me and go 'we've never heard of that.' Them's the rules.

Which, by the way, the second you absolutely cannot get hit in the stomach, you know what happens, right?

The universe just comes for you no holds barred.

I have taken more hits to the stomach this year than I have in my entire life. I could be in a padded room, wrapped in bubble wrap, and there'd be something walloping my gut. The universe knows what's up.

Anyway, I've been doing a 'dirty' anti-inflammatory diet this week to see if I can find something sustainable that might help persuade the tumors to go away. 

It turns out, the anti-inflammatory diet is basically plant based vegan with a lot of nightshades for flavor so that limits my options (for anyone who doesn't remember, I love tomatoes but they hate me). So there's been a lot of sweet potatoes. A lotta orange glop, man. So much orange glop.

Dirty =  some butter, some cheese, diet rootbeer and more sugar than I'd like to admit. I'm working on it. 

In other news, kiddo has PT and neuro set up. Knock wood, she hasn't had any bad falls since the one that prompted me to ask for the neuro appointment.


Friday, November 8, 2019

Up to Date


Hello! Long time, no post. But like, no one ever makes it to the front page of this blog, so really I'm just talking to myself. Per my stats, there are just a handful of posts that see all the traffic.

Anyway...

When last I posted, I was working submitting my case to the NIH for a study, trying to get a uterine ablation set up as well as an MRI for a tumor check.

That particular tumor check was uneventful.

I finally got a letter for the NIH from the endo I like and sent NIH everything. (Surprise, surprise the endo I thought was an ass couldn't even spell my name right making their letter unusuable. Lovely attention to detail. Just lovely.)

NIH called me several times. Yes. The actual researchers called and talked to me and then...crickets. The last time I heard from them, they wanted to know how often I was on prednisone. So I'm guessing the steroids disqualified me.

Womp womp.

They didn't outright refuse my case, so maybe I'm on a reserve list...if they can't find any better candidates maybe I'll get a call??? I don't know.

Life goes on.

I had the uterine ablation. I love my OB/GYN. We work well together and they are just magic. Super easy procedure. Very little pain. Absolutely the right move to head off heavy cycles due to the inability to use birth control pills. In fact, my body still manages to have some kind of cycle despite the ablation, and I have no doubt that, without that procedure, I'd be having all sorts of issues with anemia.

Only downside...getting back to exercise after recovery, I messed up my hip and I've had problems for the last 6+ months. It's been really frustrating and I haven't been able to be as active as I'd like.

I had another MRI tumor check last week. I didn't know what to make of the report. I could tell a tumor about the size of a walnut was bleeding internally. The other tumors showed 'fading', they weren't registering as bright, which I thought might be a good sign.

I actually convinced myself it was all good news. The mental cloud that lifted was huge. I could think about the future in a way I couldn't before. I felt like I could make plans.

Buuuut...then I heard from the hepatologist aaaaaand my case is going back to the tumor board.

Womp womp.

I am hoping it won't be a liver resection. I am not up for brutality like that again. I know I had it easier than many people, and it was still too much for me.

My asthma also flared with the last MRI. I don't know if it was the MRI or what, but I got really sick. I even had trouble holding my breath in the MRI, which I don't usually have issues. So I ended up on prednisone and am still not 100%. Naturally we went on vacation right after the MRI and that was pretty much a shit show. I stayed at the hotel the first three days, too short on oxygen to walk.

And if that wasn't enough...my kiddo is having issues with her neurological stuff. She was good for quite some time and now it's all gone kablooey on her. I'm working on getting her back into a neurologist. It's scary to see it happening again and I worry that maybe there was a misdiagnosis. Maybe they missed something. The neuro team we started with way back when was a bag of dicks, so I would not be shocked if they decided it was actually something else.

I told the ped we needed PT again, but they didn't register what I was saying. So I brought it up again and had to clarify it's a motor thing because they are used to it being more cognitive in presentation. I got the PT order, but now I'm asking for the neurology consult because things are much worse than when I first started asking for help.

End result...I don't know what's next. I don't know what plans I can make that won't be interrupted by medical fuckery. So I'm kind of stuck...not sure which way to go. Waiting.

I should hear from the tumor board later this month. As for the kiddo, I'm not sure how long it will take to get her into a neuro.

At least we met our deductible for the year! But then, we always do!

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Breakthrough

Today stretched to infinity and beyond.

Waking up at 5 am the week Daylight Savings Time hits will do that to you.

I schlepped my tired ass to endo #2 at the butt crack of dawn this morning. This time I also brought an entourage of support with me. Yes, I called in the troops. I asked the baddest mofos I know to be the heavys at my appointment.

"Don't let them dismiss me."

"You can say things I can't."

"You're the bad cops. I'm the good cop."

Aaaaaand I didn't even need to do any of that.

The endo was a brilliant physician. Which I knew, as I'd seen them before, but that first 'diagnose and ditch' endo appointment made me panic a bit.

The highlight reel...

1. I have support for my efforts to qualify for the NIH study. They'll write a letter and help me with switching around meds for additional blood work. After two doctors looking at me like I was crazy to even consider the NIH, this was a welcome surprise.

(Also, I feel like more doctors needs to use the Yes Principle of Parenting. Say yes whenever possible. What does it hurt them if I go to NIH? Sure, I get not wanting to mess with the meds and have that liability, but we aren't even at that bridge yet.

Let the NIH decide if I'm a candidate, just give me the chance, we can dither about managing meds and all that IF I actually qualify. Trust me, I'll keep going to docs until I find one who will work with me on this...I just need you to facilitate this interim introductory step. That's it. I'm not asking ya to marry me, and I'm sure the NIH would be super thrilled to know you're keeping patients away from their studies...for what?)

2. I saw my adrenal glands on the CT scan. OMG. It made me so sad. They are so atrophied. So so so atrophied. I had NO idea this was what the steroids were doing to me. None. The endo showed me and explained the devastation. There are literally black, empty holes that should be filled with adrenal gland. It was really sobering to see that.

Here's a pic I found online. Mine are like the ones on top. (Middle is normal. Bottom is excess cortisol production as in Cushing's.)



3. The tumor is teeny tiny. I might not even be a surgical candidate, and with as atrophied as my glands are, I'm no longer sure it's the right move anyway. (I still want to go to the NIH though and have them tell me what they think.)

4. I probably do have some periodic adrenal insufficiency going on in the background. This was an interesting part of the conversation. I was told I should always have steroids on me...basically act as if I'm insufficient.  Unfortunately, I know this is a controversial stance that 99.99999% of other physicians will never support. However, I did a little googling, and it does appear to be the case that standards are changing and understanding is expanding with regards to adrenal insufficiency.

5. First physician to question if all the tumors and cysts and my health history are connected somehow. This is my question, too. My body is going in a million different directions all at once. I'm growing a lot of different things and it's all happening in a vacuum??? Naw. That would make me a pretty special snowflake. We just don't have any answers for this question...we need the NIH for that.

6. My DHEA is low, no question, but there's no way to really fix it and supplements are not recommended.

7. I'm guessing I'm going to end up with full time Secondary Adrenal Insufficiency at some point. There is little adrenal gland left. My next bout of SAI is likely to be permanent. We didn't discuss this, but between our conversation and my reading, this is my sense of things. Time will tell.

Next steps...wait for the letter, call obsessively about the letter...on all fronts. I've requested letters from all endos. I don't care who gets it to me so long as one shows up.

Also, I need to see an eye doc for my eyeballs.

And I guess call the OB's office because they seem to have dropped off the face of the earth. I had one call about the uterine ablation promising a date and then...crickets.

Last, time to get the next MRI scheduled. Let's see what the tumors have been up to since October.

Wednesday, March 13, 2019

Hip with the Hep

Saw the hepatologist and got the blessing to run another MRI to see how the tumors are behaving six months out. If it's all good, no surgical menopause.

Crossing fingers.

Come on tumors! Shrink!

At some point, something has to be in the textbook majority. I can't be the 1% outlier for every fucking thing, right?

That has to be statistically improbable, right?

RIGHT?

Saturday, March 9, 2019

Tired

This was my week.

Monday:
Ob/Gyn appointment to set up uterine ablation because of the liver adenomas.
Corresponded with lots of hyperaldosteronism patients.
Researched an NIH study a lot of hyperaldosteronism patients apply to and sent an email to lead researcher.

Tuesday:
Heard back from NIH. They are actually interested in my case, but I still have things to do to qualify.
Got a phone call from the Ob/Gyn nurse to start the process of getting a procedure date.
Called diagnosing endo to start gathering what I need for NIH.
Called second opinion endo and got appointment moved up to next week.
Called the hospital to order records.
Went to hospital to pick them up.

Wednesday:
Met with primary care physician to update them and discuss NIH study.
Went for mammogram--it's time and I'll need to prove I don't have breast cancer for NIH.
Ordered more hospital records trying to find imaging for NIH.

Thursday:
Ran to hospital to pick up more records.
Spoke with pastor and explained everything. Somehow triggered a meal train that makes me both grateful and ashamed at the same time.
Took kiddo to the dentist for a filling.
Called endo again as they still had not returned my call.

Friday:
Endo's fellow called and we discussed what I needed for NIH to decide if they should proceed with me or not.

In between I homeschooled the kiddo, felt guilty about not working much, and didn't cook any meals--we lived on take out this week. I just couldn't handle cooking.

My eyelids continue to be swollen. My right eye seems to be enlarged now, but it's subtle and maybe I'm crazy. I almost went to urgent care, but am trying to hang tough until the second opinion appointment next week. I don't feel good, but I don't feel as heinous as I did last weekend. I keep hoping this will resolve.

Also, no one wants me to go to NIH. The lack of support is stunning and I don't understand it. I keep getting asked 'why do you want to go to NIH?'

Ummm...so I don't die because of y'all?

Medicine has been so god awful at diagnosing ANYTHING, and I have a strange pattern of tumors and cysts that I think medical care that looks at ALL THE THINGS just sounds SMART at this point.

I am not looking for 'you're fine' blow offs. I want empirical data that proves I'm fine. I don't care what medicine thinks, I want data. Prove that medicine works and that I'm full of shit. PROVE IT.

NIH will scan the shit out of me. Blood work me like a starving vampire. Genetic testing. AND I can donate my tumor (if they decide to take it out) to help others. I donated my liver tumor to research. I am HAPPY to give science more if they want it.

PLUS...it's free. It is a major financial burden to max out our insurance two years in a row. If I can save us money, I need to do it. My biggest fear is destroying my family financially with all the sick.

AND it's not an experimental study. No meds. No crazy anything. They are collecting data on these tumors so the care is standard but very thorough. No worries that I'll get cancer or lose a limb from some untested drug or anything.



Monday, March 4, 2019

Stockholm Syndrome

I'm no longer able to reliably tell a doctor anything. My idea of normal is so warped that I don't even know what to say anymore.

"Do you have muscle pain?"

"No."

What I fail to add is... "Not beyond the normal every day muscle pain."

See the problem?

Being sick is my normal. I can't report my symptoms accurately.

*face palm*

At least the blood work tells the story on this latest round of medical mayhem.


Sunday, March 3, 2019

Conn Logic

Before I get into what I actually came here to bitch about today, I'd like to document some of the latest fuckery my body has produced.

I couldn't sleep on Friday night. My brain was overwhelmed with data and too busy making connections and synthesizing information to let me sleep. I also learned about the possibility of ending up at NIH late in the evening, which pretty much obliterated any melatonin my brain managed to make.

Too much to chew on.

Saturday we were due to attend an event at a local university about an hour away. I'd been prescient and arranged to have a friend join us and drive us down. So I didn't have to worry about driving, which was good because I was barely functional.

I almost canceled.

For all that I feel like shit the vast majority of the time, I mostly meet all my commitments. I mostly don't flake. However, I reached a point this weekend where I ran out of 'suck up' and had to cave.

Saturday though, I pushed myself to keep going. I tried to set myself up for success and took some prednisone, hoping it would kick me into normal like it did on our trip to Chicago.

We arrived at the event and I was just falling apart. Chest pain, weakness, profound fatigue, my brain wasn't working well, my stomach felt like all the tumors in there were swelling in unison. I was not making it.

Now, I'm used to my body's voodoo, so I did not immediately run to the ER, but I thought about it, and I knew the fact that I was thinking about it meant shit was real.

What can I do? What can I do? The thought raced through my mind as I drifted through the event in a fog known as WTF is wrong now?

I'd brought some granola bars so I tried that. Then tea. Then water. More water. Nothing helped.

I then decided to go for salt just because it felt so much like adrenal insufficiency and I figured my blood pressure was low. A bag of chips I didn't even like was the best I could do. I forced them down.

Voila! About twenty minutes later, huge improvement.

Since it was behaving so much like a weird adrenal thing, I added in sugar too.

Suddenly I felt human. Amazing.

I continued with my day, which was quite busy. The kiddo did her STEM career day thing at the university and then we hustled to her home school band concert. After that we went out for dinner where, scanning through my phone while waiting for our food, I realized, I was scheduled to teach Sunday School the next day.

I started the process of mentally preparing myself to slog through that. I was starting to wilt again and just felt off in general. The last thing I wanted to do was anything at all, but I'd made a commitment.

It was the hubby who gave me a reality check. "You don't feel good. Why are you going? Tell them you're sick."

A light dawned. Yes. I could call in sick. It hadn't even occurred to me. I've managed to avoid it so far, but maybe this one time I could give myself a break. So that's what I did.

Which was good, because I don't feel all that much better today. I woke up with huge, swollen Dumbo-esque eye lids, I assume from yesterday's salt and my energy is in the toilet. My brain is struggling. I set off a family panic that had us all looking for my phone when it was in my pocket. I've missed little details that caused little accidents. It's just not a good time to try and make me go forth in the world and function.

I hope I'm making sense so far actually.

So that's been the weekend. I hope tomorrow is better because I need to drive to a doctor's appointment.

I will also be calling the NIH. Thank god for patients who blaze a trail and leave sign posts. There's a big study for primary hyperaldosteronism, and if I qualify, that's where I'll be as things stand now.

Further, I'll be calling to ask to be added to the next endo's wait list as I think sooner is better. And calling the primary doc to set up an appt there for anything I need to do for NIH if I can't get into the endo faster. I'm going to do a basic blitz of doc appts to try and hack the process and get 'r done.

My blood pressure went high in 2010, but my HPA axis quickly suppressed and I didn't need bp meds for a while. Once my system was working-ish again around 2013, I went back on meds and it looks like in 2017 I started spironolactone.

Sooooo here's the deal...

Usually, if your hyperaldosteronism wasn't properly managed past a certain amount of time, you're kind of SOL and they won't do surgery (at least based on my reading). On paper, I had improperly managed hypertension for around 7 years, but if you dig deeper, the secondary adrenal insufficiency changes things. Predinsone is anti aldosterone and therapeutic so hopefully, that will help me qualify for surgery (if I opt for an adrenalectomy).

Either way, I'm so dang symptomatic of *something* being way off that I hope there will be serious consideration given to removing the tumor.




Friday, March 1, 2019

The Long Conn



So I have Conn's Syndrome.

Actually, they called it hyperaldosteronism. I picked up Conn's Syndrome off the internet.

The adrenal adenoma is actually doing something, which I kind of figured it was because I can feel stuff in there that ain't right, and thanks to previous inflammation, I actually know where my adrenals are.

I did my best to deny it, but no, the tumor is legit doing shit.

This endo's rec was do nothing. Just take spiranolactone and watch my blood pressure.

I'm going for a second opinion. I don't like how my adrenal blood work looked and sometimes adrenal tumors should be removed.

Thus far in this journey, I've learned to never stop at just one doctor.

Along those lines, this meme popped up the other day and got me steaming....

Please do not confuse your Google search with my medical degree.

Oh really? How about...

Please do not confuse your medical degree with my experience with a rare disease and with other patients of the same disease (we all talk) when you've never seen a case.

Please do not confuse your medical degree with the fact I've read all the studies, talked to all the patients I can find and am actually IN my body FEELING this disease.

Please do not confuse your medical degree with me knowing my body's different patterns of disease.

Please do not confuse your medical degree with actually providing high quality care.

Please do not confuse your medical degree with eliminating implicit bias.

What I want from your medical degree is intelligent medical care that goes beyond the obvious.

I ALWAYS thought my high blood pressure was weird. ALWAYS. I ALWAYS wondered if it was a tumor. ALWAYS.

Medical Degrees are shit.

Medical degrees saw the fucking adrenal adenoma on CT in 2013 and NEVER TOLD ME.

It's what you do with your degree that counts and too many of y'all are doing JACK SHIT.

If I went to a doctor today and didn't disclose the tumors, they would tell me it was my weight. It ain't my weight, geniuses. How many would look beyond the obvious? Less than 1%.

Occam's Razor sounds smart until you realize it cuts everyone who doesn't fit.

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Hello? Is this thing on?

Bullet point update and data dump...

1. Had a minor infection in on incision. Antibiotics fixed it. Surgeon did not care...which is what I expected.

2. Finally saw endo about adrenal adenoma. It's been there since 2013 and no one told me. Possibly it has grown a bit. It probably isn't doing anything but they ran blood work. Am Cortisol is 5,  so right there at the bottom of the normal barrel. Also I'm told I am likely deficient in DHEA, but I shouldn't do anything about it because of the hepatic adenomas.

3. Current plan is to push for MRI to see what the hepatic adenomas are doing because if they are shrinking, I'd prefer to skip the surgical menopause. I've learned quite a bit about menopause now and hooooooly shit...nope, don't want any part of that mess if I can help it. I'll try a uterine ablation first.

4. I tried to develop a coffee habit. It's supposed to be good for the liver, but my liver is not interested. For me, coffee triggers a lot of liver pain. So no more coffee.

5. Energy is low. I'm having a hard time waking up in the morning and I've had to take some 'bed rest' days which do actually help. I don't know what the problem is. Adrenal, liver...what? But it's atypical. I felt better in January. February has been a slog of wishing I was Rip Van Winkle. So. Tired.

6. Met a patient with around 30 tumors like me and they are doing embolization on all of them. Interesting.


Friday, January 4, 2019

How to Prepare for Major Surgery


This list is a work-in-progress and will be updated as I go. This is everything I've learned from my liver resection for a hemorrhaging adenoma.

1. Fill all  prescription meds you usually take and stock your medicine cabinet with the over-the-counter meds you rely on. Have everything you can think of on hand for your recovery. For example, I have asthma and I filled every prescription I could before my surgery date. I also made sure to have over-the-counter meds on hand for different GI issues that often come up for me. Plus, I stocked up on vitamins. You'll also need stool softeners and a mild laxative (which some hospitals will prescribe for you, but others may not so have it ready just in case).

Also if you find you're energy is really low, try sublingual B12 and a really good multivitamin. Sometimes bodies need a boost.

2. Set up a recovery station at home.  Sheldon has his spot, you have your recovery station where you'll be spending most of your time until you're back to normal. Set it up before you're in pain and high on meds.

I use a nebulizer for asthma and neglected to have it all set up and ready to go when I came home from the hospital. The problem with that was I felt like death and was pretty drugged up and unfit to be doing much of anything. It wasn't the best time to crawl on the floor to reach the outlet so I could plug in the nebulizer. I should have done all that prior to my surgery date.

Aside from meds and medical equipment, your 'recovery station' will need Kleenex, hand lotion, chapstick, lozenges, remotes phone charger, blankets, pillows etc... Think about the things you want within arm's reach and put them there.

3. Prepare for anemia. There's some level of blood loss in every surgery and that can leave you anemic. My body trends toward anemia and isn't great about self correcting, so I have to actively manage any anemia. Other people might have different experiences.

As per #1, if you end up with anemia, some vitamins and supplements might be in order. The big caveat here is that iron supplements are hard on the system, so trying things for the first time after surgery could be dodgy. If you have time, try some iron supplements before surgery and see how they impact your body. Iron supplements can either constipate you or cause diarrhea. These extremes aren't helpful when you are recovering from major surgery.

In my experience, the best iron supplement is a German product called Floradix (which was recommended to me by one of my nurse friends). It's very gentle and easily absorbed. I've used it off and on for several years now without issue. I order it on Amazon.

4. Stock your freezer and pantry for the initial recovery period. You're not likely to be too hungry right after surgery and will not be able to handle a lot of food. Stock up on jello, broth, bread, crackers, sorbets etc... for the first week+ after surgery. Think stomach flu foods.

5. Fill your freezer and pantry with nutritious food for ongoing recovery. Once you're past the jello stage, you'll need something more substantive to eat, but you still won't be ready for heavy meals. At a minimum you'll want some kind of light soup with protein (I prefer chicken, but whatever works for you).

It's also a good idea to make some high fiber cakes or bars. I made pumpkin cranberry bars with almond flour and ground flax seed. Fiber helps keep your bowels moving and counters the constipating effects of pain meds.

I also juiced greens, apples, carrots and celery to try and give my body as much easy-to-absorb nutrition as possible. However, I did find that I wasn't able to eat much, so don't be surprised if you're struggling to eat anything. In my experience, you won't be eating normal amounts of food for a while.

6. For major surgery, pain meds are an incomplete solution to pain in my experience. Be ready to sit through a lot of pain with no end in sight. Ice packs and hot packs are useful. You may want to stock up on those instant cold packs.

I used the lunch box pack in my freezer, but they were thick and lumpy and uncomfortable. The instant ones at the hospital were more flexible and softer...you might want to have a few on hand and you can send someone to buy more if they end up being something you rely on.

For hot packs, I used my usual microwaveable hot packs.

A key point to keep in mind...some pain needs one temperature over the other at first and then it switches as healing occurs. So try both and see which one you find the most relief with, then flip it as time goes on.

As an example, I had a bad pain spot in my back that needed ice for the first week and then resolved with the hot pack the next week.

Quick pain tip: Plan any postoperative walking or activity around your pain medication. Walk right after you've taken pain meds or right before you're due for the next dose. Activity early on can make pain worse so mitigate it.

7. Prepare for sponge baths. The first week or so after major surgery you might not be able to handle a shower. You also may not be allowed to shower for a certain amount of time due to your incisions. Enter the sponge bath.

I washed my hair in the sink for a while after I came home from the hospital and wiped down with a hot wash cloth. I was so weak and light headed, a shower or bath would not have been safe.

8. You're just not going to care. If you've ever wondered what it's like to give zero fucks, major surgery will show you. You're exhausted and cut up like Frankenstein. You're just not going to care about the little things, or the medium things, or even some of the big things.  You're going to be out of bandwidth.

Identify important things that will hit during your recovery and work ahead. Pay bills and tie up loose ends before surgery. Say no to people, places and things. The recovery period is not the time to do anything big.

9. Pace yourself. Early on, if you take a shower, plan to rest afterward. If you go for a walk, plan to rest afterward. If you vacuum, plan to rest afterward. For a while, it'll be do one thing, rest and then do the other thing followed by another rest period.

10. Get your laundry done. Have a week or more of clothing lined up for after you come home from the hospital. You're not going to be up to doing a lot of laundry. Thankfully, my hubby kept up with the laundry, but if I'd been on my own, I would've been wearing the same underwear for a week without some advance prep.

In addition, if you don't have soft, loose clothing, stock up before surgery. You want pants with very soft, stretchy waistbands (depending on your surgery) and baggy shirts. If the surgery is anywhere on your stomach, you'll likely be bloated a size or two higher than your usual size.

A warm sweater or fleece jacket and slipper socks are good ideas as well.

If you care about how you look, now's the time to figure out 'recovery outfits' that will make you happy. My soft stretchy clothes were pretty old and unfit for public viewing, so I got a few basics that could be seen outside of the house.

11. Prepare for hair loss. Major surgery causes the body to route all resources to healing, which means hair is abandoned as a non-essential. It might not fall out right away, but at some point you're probably going to be losing hair for a while. This is normal and it should grow back as you recover.

Give some thought on how you want to handle your 'do while you're recovering. I went with a short cut before surgery as short hair hides thinning better than long hair and is easier to care for.

12. Protect yourself from pets. I've known many people who've been nailed right in their incisions by over enthusiastic pets. My 80lb rescue lab almost got me and I knew enough to try and prevent exactly what happened! Pets are sneaky that way.

Some pets may need to be boarded for a while. Other pets can be managed by simply shutting them out of the room you're in. The main thing is to protect your incisions from your pets and prevent falls. You don't want to end up in the ER because the dog cannonballed your stomach.

13. Sleep as much as possible. Anesthesia and other meds can mess with your sleep. Not to mention pain can keep you up. Basically, you're a newborn again. Time doesn't matter. Sleep when you can and don't worry about being up at night...when pain is often at its worst. Just sleep whenever possible because that fosters healing.

14. Walk as much as possible. Exercise also fosters healing. Every time I made an effort to walk, my pain improved the next day. So keep walking. Even if it's miserable (and it will be miserable in the beginning). Ignore how you feel and just do it, but don't over do it. We're talking short walks. Nothing heavy.

If you're feeling ambitious, take your short walk as usual, then rest and do another short walk later. That way you don't get stuck in a long walk with no way out.

You can hurt yourself by doing too much, so if your energy is surging, don't trust it. Go slow.


Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Finally A Break

I finally caught a good wind in my sail. The panting, which I assume was caused by the anemia, responded like a miracle to iron supplements. Once I wasn't panting like a dog, my lungs were able to clear out and calm down.

The asthma broke and crawled back into its hidey hole.

So that was good news.

I've started to feel like I'm actually recovering this week.

The first two weeks after the liver resection (aka hepatectomy) for adenomatosis were a mess of 'I think these people are going to kill me' and 'If these people don't kill me, the pain will.'  The third week has been 'I think I'll live.'

The initial stages of recovery were not pretty. It was brutal. Way more brutal than I imagined.

But.

I got through it.

My dermabond is off and the incision sites should heal into teeny scars...except for my belly button which was somehow butchered and left with a thick ridge of tissue instead of a thin seam. Something went wrong with the dermabond there. The one side of the incision was pulled up and over the other and the tissue pokes out. Maybe they can revise that with the next surgery.

But I feel almost normal.

I still have pain and a bunch of other tumors. I will be curious to see what things are like in another month. For the most part, this surgery was preventative and not curative, so I don't expect any huge change.

For the moment, I'm working on getting back in shape, making doctor appointments for the next surgery and trying to figure out a work schedule. Time to prep for instant menopause.