HOLY CRAP! Did we have a breakthrough in the last 24 hours. Sorry about not writing yesterday, but I was in a bit of a world of hurt. besides, I've got so much to tell you about what has happened to me.
So let's start as we always do with the medical side of things. We did a second CT scan today to check the progress of the air bubbles in my liver. What the doctors failed to tell me two days ago is that air in the liver is much more serious than I was lead to believe. Anyway, I'm happy to report that the air bubbles are gone and I've been put on steroids to fight the fevers. I would have liked to have dealt with the fevers earlier, but I understand that the doctors needed to rule out all infections before it would have been prudent to change tactics.
When I woke up this morning, I could have told them that I was feeling better. I really wish I could explain how much better I feel than yesterday. I actually refused a wheelchair ride to the CT scan and chose to walk all the way from the Tom Baker to the Foothills Main building for the scan. I used the hospital porter as a guide and a backup in case I was not able to make it all the way. I then got up and walked back to the Tom Baker.........
OUTSIDE!!!!!!
I can't even tell you how strong I felt being outside for the first time in a month. I think an armed gang of thugs would have had a tough time bringing me down this morning. The CT appointment was actually quite fun since all the staff knew about my anal adventures to come. I had the doctors in a bit of a panic about my bowels so today I've also had my first ever enema, my first ever adult diaper, and my first ever anal probe. I know there's a more proper name for it, but come on, someone shoved a foot long tube up my butt and took samples by cutting small pieces out of my bowel wall. We also found a polyp, which the doctor was more than happy to deal with free of charge out of the goodness of his heart. Anyway, let's get back to the CT scan for the moment.
On the front of my patient file is my schedule for the day. That means that everyone in the CT department knew where I was going after the scan. I think they used every single butt joke in the English language. Thanks to everyone in the CT department, cause you made my day.
As far as the rest of it went, the enema was an enema. The best way I can describe it was like being a Tim Horton's cream filled donut at the cream filling stage. It wasn't bad, it just felt "original"
And you know, while I'm on the subject about fun appointments. The anal probe was really cool. I was awake and got to watch the entire thing on the camera. It's not every day that you get to see the inside of your own ass right, so I had to go for it. They had a nice little drug cocktail for pain and anxiety, that probably made the whole experience much cooler than it was. But come on, I got to see the inside of my own butt!!! The doctor who did it was also named Price, so we had a lot of fun on that point as well. Come to think of it, it was most likely the drugs that made it more cool, so scratch that whole last part about anal fascination .
Emotionally, I'm doing great as well. I had a real problem earlier on in the week, which I'm happy to say was cured by a lot of visiting by my mom. Mom, you will never know how you helped me get through the hard mornings. Don't forget Caity, she's up to doing her supermom/supersupporter/super person routine as usual. I figure that she's about ready to evolve into a being made up of pure energy anytime soon, since no human could do what she does day in and day out.
Now, how about something a bit more serious for a bit. I wasn't sure about this week when it first started. I tried not to let anyone know too much about how I was feeling, but I was about 50% ready to call it quits. It's amazing how much a two week old fever can effect a persons will to fight. I didn't want to tell Caity about that, but luckily, I got to wrestle through a lot of my problems with Mom. I'm happy to report that I am officially 100% back to fighting spirit.
Fuck you Leukemia, if that's the best you got, then your best isn't nearly good enough.
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