Almost 2 months ago, I found out I had cancer. I had been sick with flu-like symptoms a few weeks before. I had seen the doctor once about it and they agreed it looked like flu. It didn't go away so I went back and they did some more tests. The tests came back and my blood counts were wacked out. The stuck me in an ambulance and drove me almost 3 hours away to a hospital in Houston that could better handle leukemia. I don't remember much after that because they loaded me with so many drugs. I know I was on a heavy dose of fentanyl and I got sedated. I'm told that I had severe brain stem swelling and also had severe hallucinations, kidney failure, and liver failure. In total, I spent 18 days in the ICU. When they pulled the ventilator they gave me a tracheostomy so my airways wouldn't collapse. They kept me in for another week to make sure my swallowing was good and to get me started on my physical therapy. I actually got discharged on Good Friday but have been essentially living in Houston because I've had so many appointments. I got my first chemo while I was sedated, and I got my 2nd last week. I have 6 more to go, but I'm at least in remission now. My Dr. is releasing me to go home to get my blood draws done up there so I will only have to come to Houston a couple of times a month for specific appointments.
I gotta say I'm happy to be alive. I'm told that I very nearly died due to the brain stem swelling and that my first chemo was done as an emergency. My vision is worse now and will probably need a new prescription, and my muscles need work because I have severe atrophy for being in a hospital bed for a month. But I'm doing well. I drove my car on highways and city streets yesterday for the first time (except for practice in parking lots and neighborhoods). I can walk a little shakily but without falling. I'm doing pretty well and happy I get to go home and not sleep in an RV this weekend.