Fractured Thoughts.

Last Sunday night we came home from dinner to put Ariana to bed and let Amy study a bit. Remember that cold I picked up right before getting my monthly IViG infusion (which is supposed to bolster the immune system)? I had contacted my oncologist as the week progressed and it got worse to get some antibiotics just in case — Amy, who had the same cold, had been prescribed some so it made sense for me to do so as well.

“Just in case” happened Sunday night. As the night progressed I started not being able to slow my breathing down (which is a pretty terrifying feeling if you haven’t experienced it). Weighing all of our options we had a neighbor come over to be in the house while Ariana slept while my wife took me to the ER at PSL.  Sure enough, pneumonia.  It took about six hours to get my breathing back under control during which time I’m not afraid to admit I was terrified — I may not mind the concept of death but that is most decidedly NOT how I want to go out.

Interestingly they used Lasix to get my breathing under control — the drug that makes you pee like crazy?  Apparently it also gets liquid out of your lungs.

So anyhow, during the last cycle of PACE my doctors had done an MRI to see what was going on with the back pain I’ve had for a month. By that Sunday night dinner the pain had worsened to the point where I was using a cane just to move around and popping every painkiller I had. Over the course of a few days in the hospital while getting all antibiotic-y and trying to find a painkiller that actually did anything for my back, the docs decided to do some X-rays and it turns out that what the MRI somehow missed (or just wasn’t there yet) when it was done on July 19th) was a compression fracture of my L2 vertebrae.

My life is never simple.

So, net-net is I’m sitting here watching the sun come up but instead of being discharged today I’ll be having a procedure done called kyphoplasty. I’m trying not to be nervous but, um, SPINE SURGERY. I know it’s minimally invasive and problem incidence rates are super low but yeah, SPINE SURGERY. Not something I ever wanted to explore, but hey, Myeloma’s the gift that keeps on giving, right?

So are compression fractures from what I’ve read, incidentally. There’s now an above-average chance of getting another one.  Sighville.

That’s about all I’ve got right now.  I didn’t even find out they were able to schedule it until late last night when one of the nurses told me I was on liquid restrictions after midnight — still no clue when exactly I’m having this done today but I should learn more at the shift change in an hour.  Will post updates when I can.

Author: uwfacepalm

Father, husband, portfolio manager, cancer victim (multiple myeloma since 2013). Trying to navigate this goddamn disease as best I can while enjoying what time I have left via those relationships, friends, the UFC, gaming, MMJ, diving and helping teach it before this all went down as a PADI Assistant Instructor and a Dive Guide at the Denver Aquarium (well, before my white blood cell count went to shit thanks to the chemo/disease).

One thought on “Fractured Thoughts.”

  1. And so I’m thinking about you today & admiring your ability to articulate & love while in a living hell. … hoping you find some chill … medically & otherwise. xoxo

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