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Fear my glowing urine!
Apr. 5th, 2011 01:41 pmYup, Doug got irradiated again. Another PET scan, meaning I was injected with radioactive sugar to see where my body, after lying at rest for an hour, is sending the sugar. With no other work going on and after a fast, your body will send the sugar to areas fighting infections or repairing injuries. I always love going to Nuclear Medicine. The solution containing the radioactive sugar was in a pretty standard syringe which was wrapped in a lead and stainless-steel container about the size of a standard can of veggies. And it's going in my veins. No wonder I'm sick.
But there was good news and weird news. The previous few scans had shown high levels of activity in several lymph chains, which is bad when you're a lymphoma survivor. Yesterday's show ed no activity in any lymph nodes, so a lymphoma has now dropped to 156 on the list of possible causes for my lung problems, right behind "getting poisoned by the Dodgers" (have I mentioned that my new oncologist rocks?) That's the good news. The weird news is no my lungs are lighting up, and the raw CT show more inflammation in both my lungs and in my esophagus. Which would explain the mild chest pain and difficulty I've had swallowing over the last week or so.
Seeing my pulmonologist next week. Dr. Jeske said that Butcher wanted to "take a good look at my lungs and get some samples to see what's going on it there." When I mentioned that sounded invasive and annoying, she laughed in the way doctors laugh when they know they can reveal their sadistic side. All I can say I better be blitzed into oblivion when they try this, because my gag reflex is a thing of legend. I fully expect to be back on Prednisone soon enough.
But there is some great news! Last night I slept in my bed for the first time in weeks! Kirsten cleared enough space so moving around in the dark isn't quite the fall risk it was, and we untangled my air hose so I could sleep comfortably. The futon was just killing my back. So nice to be back in my bed with my Boo! Although the critters we're a bit miffed.. they had taken over my side, and I had to move a mountain of mice, penguins, bears, and two elephants before lying down.
In financial news, I have an appointment with Social Security on Friday. I guess the long-ass SSDI form we and Kaiser submitted isn't the whole application, and we need to go in to do more. The guy I spoke with almost actively unhelpful, though, so I have no idea if this visit completes the application process, or if there's another set of hoops to jump through. Since I've now had four different doctors tell me in no uncertain terms that working any kind of blue collar job is now out of my reach, and that's all I'm qualified for, I can't see where the problem would be. I need to retrain for another career, and that takes years and money. I also need to get on MediCal so I can keep getting the drugs I need to prevent more blood clots from forming in even less happy places, like my brain.
It never ends, folks. And the bloody Giants are not helping my mood.
But there was good news and weird news. The previous few scans had shown high levels of activity in several lymph chains, which is bad when you're a lymphoma survivor. Yesterday's show ed no activity in any lymph nodes, so a lymphoma has now dropped to 156 on the list of possible causes for my lung problems, right behind "getting poisoned by the Dodgers" (have I mentioned that my new oncologist rocks?) That's the good news. The weird news is no my lungs are lighting up, and the raw CT show more inflammation in both my lungs and in my esophagus. Which would explain the mild chest pain and difficulty I've had swallowing over the last week or so.
Seeing my pulmonologist next week. Dr. Jeske said that Butcher wanted to "take a good look at my lungs and get some samples to see what's going on it there." When I mentioned that sounded invasive and annoying, she laughed in the way doctors laugh when they know they can reveal their sadistic side. All I can say I better be blitzed into oblivion when they try this, because my gag reflex is a thing of legend. I fully expect to be back on Prednisone soon enough.
But there is some great news! Last night I slept in my bed for the first time in weeks! Kirsten cleared enough space so moving around in the dark isn't quite the fall risk it was, and we untangled my air hose so I could sleep comfortably. The futon was just killing my back. So nice to be back in my bed with my Boo! Although the critters we're a bit miffed.. they had taken over my side, and I had to move a mountain of mice, penguins, bears, and two elephants before lying down.
In financial news, I have an appointment with Social Security on Friday. I guess the long-ass SSDI form we and Kaiser submitted isn't the whole application, and we need to go in to do more. The guy I spoke with almost actively unhelpful, though, so I have no idea if this visit completes the application process, or if there's another set of hoops to jump through. Since I've now had four different doctors tell me in no uncertain terms that working any kind of blue collar job is now out of my reach, and that's all I'm qualified for, I can't see where the problem would be. I need to retrain for another career, and that takes years and money. I also need to get on MediCal so I can keep getting the drugs I need to prevent more blood clots from forming in even less happy places, like my brain.
It never ends, folks. And the bloody Giants are not helping my mood.
