
It has been a while since I blogged and it wasn’t intentional. I feel I have gone through hell (one more time) and now, I am slowly emerging. Only two weeks away from the official end of my chemotherapy treatment, I am slowly recovering from one more illness (did I need that at this point).
A week ago, I was attacked by strong abdominal cramps. It has been weeks that I was bearing some mild pains but my doctor didn’t feel concerned. My bowel movements were sometimes partly diarrhea but I blamed the chemo drugs. However, after 12 hours of increasing pain a week ago, I started wondering if I had twisted intestine or even partly blocked.
Sunday morning, I called my radiologist oncologist and mentioned my symptoms. The only comfortable position I had was laying down with a hot pad on my abdomen. She urged me to go to the hospital. After being admitted and several tests later (X-rays, CT-scan, ultrasound), they ruled out ovarian problem, burst/twisted/blocked intestine. I was then asked to offer a stool sample.
Let me tell you that I was not mentally prepared to get the diagnosis: I was told that I was a C difficile bacteria victim. Mind you, six years ago, this bacteria made the headline and was proven deadly to some of its victims. For the first time since I am a cancer-patient, I thought I was going to die. Perhaps, I got lucky in my bad luck for showing up to the hospital before it was too late and medicine has evolved and they now have antibiotics to kill the bacteria. I was told to not worry.
I expected to be back home at the latest for dinner time on Sunday. They kept me until Tuesday. I became really weak and was kept away from other patients. Visitors/nurses/doctors were wearing nuclear garb to step in my room. Only the janitor showed up with his mop just wearing street clothes (perhaps he has a super immune system).
Before being released, I was given two blood transfusion because the bacteria had made my red cells too low. What a freaking nightmare!
I am back home now and happily recovering. I would not returned a week back for all the money in this world!
Today, when I woke up, I realized that in two weeks from now, I will get my last booster shot and the hell will be (hopefully!) over for me. There won’t be anymore chemotherapy.
I wish I could fast-forward in time and will cherish May 21st for the rest of my life.