Since my last post, a lot of things happened. I spent five days visiting friends in Moose Pass, Alaska (about 100 miles south of Anchorage). That was between December 24 and 29 of last year. The trip was not too bad until we were about 20 miles south of Anchorage. Some joker tried to pass us and then pulled into our lane before he had cleared us and we both went off the road. He came to check that we were ok and then he hitched a ride into town and that was the last anyone had seen of him. At least the state troopers had a warrant out for his arrest since this was not his first hit and run apparently. When we first came to a stop, I saw steam coming out of the vents so we got out of the car thinking it was going to blow or something, but that didn't happen. My sister and I and our two puppies were taken by ambulance to the hospital in Anchorage where we were both checked out and later released. The entire time I was being checked out, Sam (our miniature St. Bernard) was laying on my bed and when they let me get up to make sure I could walk ok he wanted back up the bed after he had a drink. Poor puppy was so scared and he still is hesitant to get into a car.
The next day, we got a rental car to use until we either get our car back or get a settlement so we can get a replacement. By the time I got back home, my stomach had really started bothering me. My sister didn't feel comfortable driving so I had to wait until our roommie got home and he took me to the ER. It turns out that I had a bowel obstruction and boy, was I miserable! I was admitted that night and had an NG tube put in. That was miserable since it made my throat hurt every time I tried to swallow so I spit a lot. At least the doctor treating me here listened to me when I said that it was because it was easier to spit than to put up with the pain of swallowing and they did allow me to have pain medication for that purpose. The last time it happened (Dec 2011) the doctor treating me kept saying I was vomiting and delaying the removal of the tube. I was finally release Friday after being on a liquid diet for a day and solid food for a day. And I am told that poor Sam kept laying outside my door because he missed me so much. So cute!
One good thing came out of that. I found out from the gyn/onc that was the attending physician that my tumor markers were at 11 (anything below 35 is considered normal) and there was no evidence of disease on the CT except maybe one enlarged lymph node in the groin area that may eventually be biopsied. I am still on the blood thinner shots they started after finding blood clots in both lungs, but I guess I can live with that. Now I guess that it will be a game of wait and see what happens. Happy New Year!
