The Stillroom

So, by Tuesday morning I realized I hadn’t eaten anything since Monday at noon and that was just a half of a turkey sandwich and I was really hungry. Breakfast had already been served so I missed that. I asked the nurse assistant if he could find a bite for me to eat and he was able to get a couple of cold pancakes which was fine with me. I had to go for a Doppler on y legs and a sonogram of the heart. The Doppler revealed that there are still clots in the legs but the sonogram of the heart is good. They said the heparin drip will eventually dissolve the clots back into the body after everything is thinned out. By evening, I was dozing off and then an Angel walked into the room. It was Dr. Fenton and she told me she is taking over my care. She is a hematologist/oncologist and part of a highly regarded group. She laid before me a plan on how we are going to tackle all of the hurdles that lie ahead. I didn’t see this coming. You can’t imagine my elation after almost a month of what felt like inaction. I will have a port put in my neck area on December 1 and chemo will follow immediately after. She feels I am fit enough to withstand the maximum amount of chemotherapy to get the spread under control. That should put me in the 70% chance of a three year survival rate. That sure beats the six to nine month window I thought I had. I will lose my hair but I do t care, it’s only hair. I don’t know how sick it will make me but I’m confident there will be meds to control that as well. Let me also say the hospital food I did get as Tuesday rolled on was pretty darn good. I ordered a hot beef open face sandwich with a side of mashed potatoes and and for a late supper I had encrusted tilapia and rice pilaf. I was in a happy place for the first time in a month. The pic was taken in the early morning as the sun filled my room.