Yesterday we had a call from the hospital after my blood tests to say they had decided that my white blood cell count was too low. As a result of this the oncologists said I did need to have a short course of G-CSF. So in we trundle to the Spencer wing at 5pm to have an injection: I am sat there holding out my left arm, like you do, and the nurse grins and says "Gimme some tummy!"
This particular injection is preferred to be given into soft tissue as it's absorbed far quicker that way and tummy is as good a place as any!
So with that done we are sat here this morning expecting to go back this evening for another injection and the phone rings:: hospital to say now they have decided my potassium levels are too low. I can't have a general anaesthetic with this low a potassium level. So now they want me in this afternoon to stay, to enable them to increase the potassium level either by tablets or IV drip so we can still have the operation tomorrow evening.
That completely screws all the plans for a nice unhurried admission at 4.30pm tomorrow and adds an extra night to the stay but rather than cancel or delay the op it's better i get in there today and they fix the potassium. I suppose I could just sit here and munch a ton of bananas which are good for potassium but its probably a bit hit and miss!
Still I have the G-CSF injection to look forward to later again and Staff Nurse Mary saying "Gimme some tummy!" again.
The sudden realisation that you have cancer hits you like a sledgehammer. On 9th February after 2 months of tests and all sorts thats what they told me. In more ways than one it's a life-changing moment and your mind goes into overdrive thinking all kinds of worst case scenarios.
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