Merry-go-round!

I feel as if I have been on a merry-go-round which has been spinning me around so fast that I have been unable to get off.

The weeks leading up to this set of checks have been particularly tense, with the stress of the CT scan re-run playing high on my mind and those nodules on my liver which the Doctors want to check for signs of change or malignancy.  I remember at the Big Check in October that I was very happy to have this scan re-run after 6 months, because it would either spot something sinister early or it would reassure (and of course this is what I was holding out for) all that the marks were not worrying.  All of that is fine in theory, but the reality is that as the checks approach, you start gearing up in case it is bad news.  Better to be mentally prepared, as it is much easier to be relieved if all is well than to handle a big shock without preparation.  That is the way I prefer to go about it.  Full tilt towards panic!

As the checks approached, the Merry-go-round picked up speed and I knew that it would not slow until I got to the other side.  Well, now I am on the other side, the Merry-go-round has stopped and I have picked a path onto terra firma again.

Thursday was a difficult day, and as always started with my fasting blood tests.  My first appointment was at 8 am so I turned up at Counter 2 at 7 am so that the blood letting could begin and results be ready in time for the appointment.  My stomach was churning because I knew that the CT scan would also be on the menu shortly and that involves needles, amongst other delights.  Sure enough, I was asked to wait and I saw the nurse pick up the phone as she called the oncology ward to send one of the angels down to put in the IV line and take the blood.  She arrived a few minutes later with her picnic basket full of vials, syringes and other goodies and I was escorted into a side room to get the needle in.  Although I had fasted from midnight, I had been drinking lots of water before that to make sure I was not dehydratged.  It also has the benefit of making making the veins more prominent and in theory, easier to access.  Unfortunately despite my strategy, the veins were decidedly shy and she spent a bit of time slapping my wrists to try and get the veins to appear.  Eventually she had to resort to the one in the back of my hand.  You know that very sensitive, tender back of the hand.  Sure enough, even her gentle touch could not make it a painfree needle stick and my poor wee hand was unable to move because of the awkward placing of the needle.  However, it was in and one of the nasties was ticked off the list.

I then prepared to see Dr A, for my first appointment, but instead I was sent in another direction – towards the Imaging Centre and the dreaded CT scan.  My schedule was rearranged so that I would have that first and then see Dr A.

I had to wait until a check of my kidney function (part of the blood testing) came back to make sure that they were working well enough to withstand the rigours of the radioactive dye.  Nice thought!  All too soon I was taken through to change,  which was rather a struggle given the awkward placing of the IV line.  The CT scan process was familiar and not too scary, but of course it is still unpleasant and my blood pressure perched rather too high as an indicator of my anxiety.  The start of the process is easy, sliding into what feels like a washing machine door which the spin cycled is underway.  This time a man’s electronic voice instructed me to hold my breath, and when to breathe again.  They must have sacked the electronic woman! Then I was asked to drink several glasses of water in preparation for the radioactive dye. I was again briefed about the effects of the dye.  I would feel hot “all around my body”, and might feel sick and a bit dizzy.   I had to lie down again and the nurse prepared for the dye.  Firstly she infused saline, and asked me to tell her if it hurt.   This sensitive part of my hand seemed to house a rather sensitive vein too, as it was indeed painful.  It infused with no problem, so the siting was fine, just terribly sensitive.  I then had to lie very still and the dye was hooked up.  A recorded voice in Thai made an announcemnet and I was slid again into the circle.  It must have announced the imminent injection of the dye as I felt the infusion hurting my poor hand.  To add to the discomfort, I had to lie absolutely still – and hold my breath!  I did indeed feel very hot “all around my body” as well as the painful infusion.  Luckily it does not last too long and soon it was over.  I asked why it was painful this time and the nurse explained that the vein they used was small and the infusion is pushed fast, and over 30 seconds so it really challenges the poor little vein.  The images were checked to make sure they were clear.  They were fine  and I was very happy when they offered to remove the needle.

I was very glad that the procedure was over, and dressed in readiness for the next part of the process, the appointment with Dr A.

As I waited for my appointment, I had the regular checking of Blood Pressure, weight, temperature and height.  BP was still high and they took it twice, but it was definitely conected with the CT anxiety.  I stepped on the scales, trusting that the results of my swimming and gym activities would be reflected in the reading.  To my terrible disappointment, the scales absolutely refused to show any real reduction.  I was particularly sickened because I have worked so hard to increase my exercise consistently and am very disciplined about it, as well as being very careful about my diet. In Yangon, my weekly weighings have shown a slight decrease but only a kilo or two.  As an aside I should add that I am now swimming every day, (totalling 6 – 7 kilometres a week), going to the gym three times a week and swimming a second time after each gym visit.  I haven’t mentioned this in the blog because while I am no danger of becoming a gym bunny, I am at serious risk of becoming a gym bore!  So I did not appreciate the mean message from the scales.

I was soon called in to see Dr A.  He noted my blood pressure and checked it again.  By this time it was back down to normal so that was good.  Then, to my surprise, he said that the CT scan was through and that although Dr W had been the requesting Doctor, he said that it reported “no significant change” on the nodules on my liver.  I was elated – no change suggests not cancer.  If they had shown any growth or change, I would have needed a biopsy to find out what was going on.  It sounded as if the CT results were the very very best scenario that there could be.  I knew that Dr W would go through the results specifically with me, but having a sneak preview really made my day.

Next he went through my blood report.  Kidney and liver function pretty good, still in the pre diabetic range but a shade down from last test, and cholesterol very good.  I commented on my lack of weight loss despite all that I am doing and he said that the blood results showed very clearly that I was doing everything right.  He then drew my attention to another result, which was not usually tested.  He explained that the thyroid appeared to be pretty underactive.  He showed me a powerpoint slide of how it works so I pretended I understood it a bit more clearly than I did, because I wanted to show that I appreciated him explaining it!  Isn’t it nice when the Doctor explains things?  He said that because my level of TSH (I think) was higher than a certain level that it should be treated.  He went on to explain that I was probably feeling a number of symptoms of this – including irritated skin (oh that would be the suspected IBC which I mentioned here last week) and – weight gain!!  As in, putting on weight.  Getting heavier.  He said that this is almost certainly why I have been struggling with my weight and again said that the evidence of my life style changes were shown clearly in my blood report.  Now while I am not amused at this special “buy one get one free” offer I seem to have been given in terms of medical conditions, I do feel vindicated in being the shape I am.

So off I went, feeling a great deal lighter – metaphorically of course, considering my thyroid kilos – and was able to spend some really special time with my sister who has been around this week.  We had a good part of the day for adventures in Bangkok, and this kept my mind off the next appointments.

All too soon I was back at Counter 2, ready to see Dr W2.  Dr W’s assistant however, was at the Counter and beckoned me to follow her to Counter 3.  I am very obedient, and followed her like a well behaved puppy, as Dr W would see me first.  I only waited a few minutes when I was called in and warmly welcomed.  I am convinced I am not alone in my hero worship of my Doctors.  Dr W examined me first, checking for any lumps, swelling, signals of anything of concern and then giving Twang Arm a bit of a workout.  “Good” he said, and then returned to his desk as I made myself decent again.  He was scrolling through the CT images, clicking through the sequence of pictures slowly and then more quickly.  He seemed to go through them over and over again, paying very close attention to every image.  It scared me witless.  He was obviously looking at something very sinister and all I could do was wait until he told me what he was concerned about.  Finally, he looked up and said that he really could not see any changes or differences at all! I almost fell off my seat!  He wanted to check the images very thoroughly as well as seeing the summary report.  I told him thagt he had got me really worried and he laughed appropriately!

There was not much more for him to say, except to give hubby J a briefing on how to massage Twang Arm’s cording to try and loosen the tightness, and telling me to make sure I got the thyroid problem treated..  With a warm handshake and beaming smiles all round, our consultation was brought to an end and I headed back towards Counter 2.

Again, I had no waiting time before I was called into Dr W2’s room, and not too much anxiety by this time.  I had also seen my tumour marker and knew that it was slightly lower again so well within the normal range.  Sure enough, I had a good natured, microwave appointment with Dr W2.  He examined me thoroughly and suggested a Thai massage might redistribute some of my plentiful right side towards the vacant left side.  That is an unusual approach to the reconstruction question!!

He said he was happy with the CT results and that I just needed to come back in three months.  I asked some of my questions and he was typically relaxed in his responses, and essentially gave me carte blanche to do what I wanted, including dying my hair!

Given the very little waiting time, and having seen Dr W before Dr W2, I suddenly found myself free (after visiting the cashier of course) a lot earlier than expected.  So I headed to the 5th floor and the oncology ward to see if I could have my port flushed that evening instead of the next morning.  The oncology nurses were their usual delightful selves, and would have been happy to flush the port.  However, I had left the precious numbing Emla cream behind as I had expected the flush the following morning.  There was no Emla handy, and if I had gone back to get it and then waited for the hour for it to take effect, it would have been too late.  So reluctantly we agreed that it could be done in the morning.  I am still a terrible coward when it comes to the port cleaning – and you can see why from this picture of the special port needle!

Finally, finally I could feel the Merry-go-round slowing down and I was able to step gingerly back onto firm ground.  I cannot describe the overwhelming relief after this thorough round of checks.  The horrible uncertainty which surrounds everything before the checks is removed and it is possible to make plans and arrangements.  It is marvellous to be able to look ahead and see the path clearly.

And in that vein (no puns intended of course), we have indeed made a plan for the next few days.  In the spirit of my three guiding words for the year (harmony, vitality and adventure), we are heading on an adventure!  And that is the subject for the next blog post!

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4 thoughts on “Merry-go-round!

    • Thanks so much L – yes you know what it is like, how tense the lead up is and how sweet the good words (the ones we live to hear)are. Big hugs

  1. Please stay on the firm ground – it makes my skin crawl thinking about all the things you ahve to go through 🙂 Sorry to be such a wimp…
    Take good care of yourself and i hope you enjoyed the adventure – waiting on the next post to find out more! Love J

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