I had a two-day hospital stay this week. It was not fun but, then again, what hospital stay is? To explain what happened, I have to backtrack a little. Prior to my breast cancer diagnosis, I was on the verge of having an unrelated surgical issue fixed. Long story short, I had a prior abdominal surgery with a mesh repair that twice herniated or "failed," and needed a new repair/reconstruction. Since I'd also been having problems with a pesky uterine fibroid that causes a lot of bleeding, the plan was to do a hysterectomy at the same time. Getting two surgeons' schedules coordinated and planning the particulars had taken a while, but we had gotten to the point of pre-operative testing. That all went fine, and the surgery was scheduled for the following Monday (early May). However, the very next day I got my breast cancer diagnosis. The doctors conferenced and decided the abdomen repair and hysterectomy could wait. I had to start chemo and focus on the breast cancer first.
I had been on a medication to control my bleeding since last October, but about two weeks after my first chemo treatment, the bleeding stopped. The onco. nurse practitioner thought perhaps chemo had triggered menopause, and that I could try discontinuing the medicine. Fateful decision...because a few days later the bleeding was back, and by last Thursday it was getting heavier by the hour. I called the OB/GYN who was going to do my hysterectomy, and he suggested trying to go a few more days without the medicine.
This problem kept me up most of Friday night and all Saturday night, and by the crack of dawn Sunday I knew I needed to head to the ER. UGH. What a way for my husband to start off Father's Day.
The triage nurse said to give her the short story, and then the doctor would want the long story. So I told her (having been through this twice already) that I was having trouble breathing, and was pretty sure I needed a transfusion. If you've ever had a problem with heavy/extended bleeding, you may know that when your red blood count/hematocrit/hemoglobin get low, the heart has to work really hard to circulate blood and oxygen to all the body systems. (As if this post is not already boring enough, there is an anatomy lesson for you. Hopefully it's correct!) The result can be shortness of breath and a lot of tightness in the chest.
So we get to the ER, finally to an exam room and past the preliminaries, and the nurse was ready to start an IV. I thought it would be a good idea to use the restroom first. I walked the 20 feet and was so short of breath I had to rest in there for about 10 minutes. Then came out, walked about five feet, and absolutely could not breathe. In a total panic, I looked all around until I saw someone in medical attire and said "I can't breathe!" He may or may not have worked for the hospital (to this day I don't know!), but he did try to help me walk back to the room. Instead, I thought it would be a better idea to sit down on the floor. ;)) Someone eventually got a wheelchair and helped me back to the bed.
My initial blood counts came back only on the low side of normal, but the attending physician felt my symptoms spoke for themselves and decided to admit me. Sometimes in cases of rapid blood loss, the blood counts take a day or so to read abnormal.
My biggest concern over this whole episode was that my third chemo treatment is scheduled for this coming Friday, and I didn't want anything to stand in the way of that treatment.
As Sunday wore on, I felt anxious that nothing was being done to (a) stabilize the bleeding and/or (b) bring my blood counts up. My blood pressure was also pretty low. The bleeding was getting so far beyond anything I had experienced that I felt a little panicky. But the OB/GYN resident had conferred with the team and they felt that doing a D and C at 9 in the morning would stem the blood flow and we could go from there. Finally, though, I did fall asleep. When I woke up, I knew I was overdue to get into the bathroom and take care of everything. I started to get up and nearly collapsed. It took just about everything I had in me to fall back on the bed, then search around frantically for the call button. Finally pushed it...and though it seemed like an eternity the nurse came in within a minute or two. "I need help!" I shrieked. She took one look at my ghostly gray face and said "you're not getting up."
I'm going to skip over what happened over the next few minutes to spare you the graphic details, but by the time I got settled back in the bed it was about 4:30 AM. The nurse came back in to tell me I was going down immediately for an emergency D and C. My blood pressure at that point was something like 63 over 29, and I was scared to death. If the D and C did not work, then it would be an emergency hysterectomy. Wow...
We had to get security up to my room to check in my belongings -- I was wearing my wedding rings and had my purse with me, not having known I'd be admitted when I first showed up at the ER. This was a "Who's On First" thing that wasted about 45 minutes. Probably would have even been funny on a different day but. NOT.
So, the theory behind the D and C was that my endometrial lining was thickened and bleeding, and if they cleared it out, the bleeding would be minimal and in control. We could re-start the medication and things would return to normal. Thankfully, phew, it worked.
Then things started to happen a lot quicker. My updated blood counts were now coming back from the evening blood draw. Hemoglobin was in the 6 range, which is pretty doggone bad. SO - now I would be getting a few units of blood. Wait a minute - did I mention that the first thing I said when I got there was that I needed a transfusion?!
I ended up getting six units of blood. If I add that to the two units I got back in October, I now have up to nine different peoples' blood in my body (including my own). Haha...maybe some of those can influence my body to not have so many medical problems!
By midday Tuesday, my blood counts were getting back to normal and I managed to get discharged that afternoon. My hematologist even confirmed that my chemo should be able to take place as scheduled on Friday. So that was quite an adventure over a 48-hour period, but I'm glad it's over and I'm back home. I feel pretty good now!
P.S. Can anyone tell me why hospital food is SO BAD?
P.P.S. We're doing a re-do of Father's Day next Sunday.
P.S. Can anyone tell me why hospital food is SO BAD?
P.P.S. We're doing a re-do of Father's Day next Sunday.