Well, I'm home from the hospital again. This time, with a port-a-cath implanted in my chest so that I'm ready for any kind of Chemo they want to throw my way.
Friday, around 5:00PM my temp spiked to 101.2, so we headed to the emergency room. They admitted me, drew enough blood to satisfy a vampire, and started me on broad spectrum antibiotics. The blood work was normal, but they wanted to give the cultures 48 hours to grow, if anything was there. Nada. All clear. While I was in, they decided to put in a port a cath, so I would be ready for anything. They checked my blood counts, and my white counts started to tank while I was there, so they kept me sort of isolated from other patients, and I wore mask if I left my room.
Good news! I had to lay flat on my back during the port placement today, and I was able to do that without distress! I had had my Oxycontin about 2 hours prior to the procedure, but laying on my back, or taking deep breaths didn't cause coughing, pain, or any other distress. I hope and pray that this is because the chemo has caused the tumors to begin to shrink, and they aren't pulling on the pleura as they had been. Yeah!!!
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A port a cath is what my mom had for her chemo. It was a really nifty, convenient thing.
Glad you are feeling a little better! Will still keep saying my prayers!!!!
I've had 2 before, but both were removed so I needed a new one. Yes, they are really nifty for chemo.
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