Showing posts with label bowels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bowels. Show all posts

Thursday, March 28, 2013

My Bowels Are Working Better



Tuesday December 15, 1992

I'm lazy today. Don't do much of anything. My bowels seem to be working about 1/2 normal size today. Maybe the tumors are shrinking and not squashing my bowels like they were the past few months.

She is lazy today. She wrote hardly anything in her journal. But that's OK, I'm glad she is resting.

Friday, January 25, 2013

A Phone Call From My Niece Lynne


Monday November 9, 1992

Up at 7:30 feeling better than yesterday but not great. I push myself and at 10:45 I have my nails done. Carri Lynn has cancelled all her other appointments for today. Her carpal tunnel syndrome wrist is really hurting.

I buy a hot dog and bring it home to eat. The dog tastes rotten so I throw it away after 2 bites. I try to read the paper but fall asleep. Frank comes home from the valley. We go to the Newbury Park house to repair gates. We stop at the market. I feel terrible--sick. When we get home I have an almost normal B.M. Wonderful! Maybe my bowels are not so crushed by my tumors after all.

We relax and rest all evening. I get a wonderful phone call from Lynne.

There are 28 feet of intestine in the average body, 21 for the small intestine and 7 for the large intestine. Introduce several tumors into the abdomen, and no wonder the intestines will be pinched in many places.

My cousin Lynne, who lives in Seattle, is the youngest child of my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Gene (Mom's brother). Lynne and Mom were very close just as I am close to her mother since Mom passed away. I'm glad Lynne got to have a nice visit on the phone with Mom. She stood up at Mom's funeral to read a letter she had written to Mom too. It was very touching.


Sunday, January 6, 2013

Inoperable Tumors



Tuesday November 3, 1992

I awake at 6:28, turn off the alarm which has not gone off for 6:30 and get up, shower and get ready for Dr. Semrad. I'm ready for the inconvenience of the pump. I have shaved and washed my hair.

The traffic is terrible; we arrive at 9:10. The nurse takes me into the room about 9:25. Dr. Semrad asks how I feel. I say better but still have some throat and chest discomfort. He is concerned; looks in my throat and finds redness, swollen tonsils and puss pockets. I have no fever. He says it may be a virus. He cannot put the catheter in as it would probably get infected too. I must take an antibiotic and come back next Tuesday for my implant. I am very disappointed. I feel I'm running out of time. I feel my cancer is really growing. It is affecting my bowels now. Dr. Semrad delivers a terrible blow when he says they will have to do a colostomy if it gets too bad. I say no, you can operate! He says no, they cannot operate to remove my tumors because there are so many, not just large ones. I am stunned. I always assumed they could always go in and remove the large tumors when they became a problem. I felt like he gave me a death sentence. I wanted to cry.

If I don't get on the pump soon it will be too late. It will take some time for it to begin to work on my cancer and shrink my tumors. Every day I feel more pressure and pains . Lately, I have so little energy. I can't do much at all.

After the doctor we return to Simi. We vote, have lunch at IHOP and rent 2 movies for tonight. We go out to dinner and go to Newbury Park to meet new tenants. They don't show. Frank calls them and a police officer answers to say they are conducting a narcotics investigation. X those tenants.

This post makes me want to cry too. Mom has not had chemotherapy for almost 6 months at this point, so it's no wonder the cancer is spreading. At first she was enjoying her life like nothing was wrong, but now the spreading cancer is depleting her energy, robbing her of the activities she enjoys, including eating, and causing her abdominal pain and digestive problems. Having a colonoscopy bag would be out-of-the question for Mom who was very vain about her appearance.

I am finding it harder and harder to check in on Mom's journal, which I used to do on an almost daily basis. When her journal entries are news of pain, sadness and discouragement, it makes me feel sad too.

Update March 12, 2013 In today's New York Times the following article appeared, which specifically addresses the issue of removing all the small abdominal tumors:

"Flaws in Ovarian Cancer Care"

Study finds nonspecialists treat most women.

Most women with ovarian cancer receive inadequate care and miss out on treatments that could add a year or more to their lives, a new study has found. The results highlight what many experts say is a neglected problem: widespread, persistent flaws in the care of women with this disease, which kills 15,000 a year in the United States. About 22,000 new cases are diagnosed annually, most of them discovered at an advanced stage and needing aggressive treatment. Worldwide, there are about 200,000 new cases a year.

Cancer specialists around the country say the main reason for the poor care is that most women are treated by doctors and hospitals that see few cases of the disease and lack expertise in the complex surgery and chemotherapy that can prolong life.....What works best is meticulous, extensive surgery and aggressive chemotherapy. Ovarian cancer spreads inside the abdomen, and studies have shown that survival improved if women have surgery called debulking to remove all visible traces of the disease.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

A Cure For What Ails You?

Tuesday May 7, 1991

Sleeping til 8 a.m. lately, making up for lost sleep fropm 2-4 a.m. each night, I guess. Feeling more energetic and less arthritic than usual. Not allowed to take Motrin for my arthritic knees, thumbs, shoulders, neck and back, but that all seems to bother me less than a few months ago, another reason I'm feeling so well. Haven't noticed any hair loss. My bladder hasn't performed so well in months. A trip to the bathroom every 2-3 hours seems quite normal. Bowels are working perfect also. Even my allergies and cough have subsided.

Tonight we have Robbie and Dolores and Shirley and Jim over to meet. They are going to Alaska in their RVs and share information. Maybe they will see each other there. They seem to like each other. We pig out on angel food cake, strawberries and whip cream. All diet, of course.

OK, I have never heard of chemotherapy being a cure for arthritis, allergies and a cough! Mom had frequent pain in her shoulders and had cortisone injections several times. She had orthoscopic surgery on her knees a few years earlier, and every morning she woke up with a cough. Not sure what she was allergic to. She hadn't smoked a cigarette in 25 years.