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thoughts for today …

July 30, 2009 · Leave a Comment

A FB friend sent me some encouraging words this morning after reading that I did some groceries yesterday and even though I sincerely appreciate the support it also saddened me in way.  Being able to do groceries and a few errands (which took less than two hours) means I didn’t feel as sick as I usually do, so the support for that was nice and appreciated. :)  However the idea that just doing errands is cause for celebration made me sad …because this is NOT an indication that I am getting better in anyway, just having an ‘okay‘ day.  Only killing the disease will make me better, and that hasn’t happened yet.  :(

When will I think I am better?  When the disease is killed and I can return to my life … this is the schedule I used to keep, and need to return to.  Except my day will now start at 0400h and include a 75 minute commute each way.

  • 0500-0540 pee, My glucometer/ BP, take insulin and vitamins etc, start coffee, walk dogs
  • 0540 -0600 drink coffee, check email and shower
  • 0600-0640 dress, hair, makeup (moisturizer/mascara/lip balm), make lunch for work, feed dogs
  • 0640-0700 drive to work
  • 0700- 0730 patient report and organise work day with partner for a block of 10 to 12 patients.
  • 0730 – 0815 vitals/glucometers/quick assessment of 5 to 6 patients + their medications + toilet whoever needs it + feed or set up their breakfast trays/tube feeds
  • 0815 to 0930 … dressing(bandage) changes (some have packing involved into the patients body wounds and take a bit of time) Also bathing and skin care and any further assessments needed before clothing and transferring them to wheel chair … this is also when we do our health teaching and emotional support and basically care for and communicate with our patients.  Keep in mind everyone wants to be first so they can be ready for the occupational and physiotherapists … so there is a lot of discussion involved in who has what appointment first … and is it within the floor, or off the floor or at another facility involving transport schedules
  • 0930 – 1000 my break … So … pee my glucometer/insulin and breakfast
  • 1000 – 1100 finish what I was doing from 0815 to 0930 for the rest of my patients
  • 1100-1130 start today’s paper/computer work documenting all that I did that morning … also patient transfers between units now take place, so moving of patients and their belongings etc … or possible admissions to the unit from an acute care hospital to our rehab facility can happen anytime now as well.
  • 1130 – 1215 give out lunch meds, do lunch glucometers and insulin and toilet and set up for lunch my patients and my partners (who is on first lunch)
  • 1215 to 1300 I get lunch … my glucometer and insulin and food then meet with my partner and get caught up on anything we need to communicate to one another
  • 1300 – 1345 we do what we call rounds … anyone that needs to be changed or toileted … go down for a nap/get up for a visitor or therapy (some of them we manually transfer, some require mechanical lifts)… needs their water refilled, has questions, needs emotional support or health teaching etc., … or if their family is in need of emotional support etc.,
  • 1345 – 1500 finish all the days paper/computer work, check for doctors orders that the charge nurse might have missed, tape report for the 15 to 23 shift … and answer call bells from patients and family/visitors that may also have questions, need health teaching or require emotional support
  • 1500 to 1530 cover the bells and get/give afternoon report/assignment for possible new block of patients for myself plus inform the 15 to 23 staff
  • 1530 to 1615 another set of ’rounds’ … same deal as at 1300h
  • 1615h to 1730 glucometers and blood pressures and medications for my patients, as well as toileting and changing (yes again) whoever needs it … plus family support … plus set up for supper and feed/give tube feeds etc.
  • 1730 to 1800 my glucometer and meds and supper
  • 1800h to 1900 update all paper/computer work for the whole day … answer call bells … toilet and change those that need it, some people also like to go back to bed at this time … so change them into night clothes, make sure their privates are clean and dentures are soaking, turn on their TVs. and put away their wheel chairs for the night etc.,
  • 1900 – 1920 I drove home … that will now take me from 1900 until 2030

I get home I walk the dogs, feed them, do housework/laundry/check email/ pay bills/ chat online and listen to the TV or radio and get ready for the next day which is more of the same … I am usually in bed by 1100 and asleep sometime around midnight.

Now of course I do not do this 7 days a week.  I have a work rotation.

Week One:  I work those two twelve’s  (Monday and Tuesday), then off for two days … then on for two more twelve’s and an eight hour shift for the weekend.
Week Two:  I am off  Monday and Tuesday, work for two twelve hour shifts, then off for a three day weekend.  :)

On my days off I used to pick up one or two shifts on a surgical floor in another hospital.  I gave this up in August of 2008.  Now I get caught up on sleep … so I don’t get up until around 0830, which is nice :)

I also get caught up on housework, laundry and dog care.  They need extra attention from the days I worked and extra grooming.  I would also try to get some of my writing and photography done.  This was all fit in between helping my sister raise her children, they lived with me and had dance, brownies, cubs, soccer, homework etc., depending on the time of year.  I was also helping my mother with her errands as well as my own and trying to fit in seeing my friends which required me driving to K/W, or Ottawa to see my closest and dearest.

Although I will have the 2+ hour commute each day I no longer have to factor in the children, which I have to admit makes me sad even if it does lighten my load a bit.  I will still have to go to Niagara to help my mother out a couple of times a month on my days off, but the bonus is I will then also get to see the children :D

Perhaps knowing what I had been (and need to be) doing is why I’ve been frustrated with the fact that my days now consist of getting up and doing very little.  This is what I have been doing the past several months:

I get up around 9 or 10 and pee, do my glucometer and insulin and BP and take the dogs out to pee (no walk …  just outside).  Even when I set my alarm for earlier (like this morning I set it for 0730) I don’t hear it, or when I do I am so exhausted it sounds really far away and I can’t move anyhow.

When I do get up and have finished watching the dogs pee on the grass I have coffee and feed the dogs and try to talk myself into eating something.  Sometimes this works, sometimes I skip the food thing, depends on how bad the nausea is on any given day.  When I remember I listen to The Showgram.  James makes me laugh and think and these are two of my favourite things in any man, so it is a highlight of my day.  :)  Whilst listening to James I read emails and twitter posts etc and surf the news sites.

After getting my shower and clothes on, I try to take the dogs for a short walk.  This exertion of energy *please note the sarcasm here* leads to me having to take a rest, so I surf the net or watch the news on CBC Newsworld … by 2 pm I am usually ready for a nap and sometime between 2 and 4 I will take one.  Sometimes it is for 30 minutes and other times it is for 2-3 hours.  When I first got sick and had mono on top of everything else I was napping two and three times a day, so I suppose once a day is an improvement.

Then I get up and sit with coffee or water on the front steps with the dogs.  In the afternoon I try to get it together and get some sort of housework or laundry done.  Usually in 15 minute intervals, put laundry in, rest (in front of computer or TV), put last load away/rest, make bed/rest.
I have supper with the dogs and a friend, or family and the company is nice.  :) After supper I again try to do something around the house in the usual 15 minute intervals.  Other than that I go to the doctors/labs/hospitals and … surf the net/watch TV.  I am so sick of computers and TV!!!  Since CFNY is dead to me (unless G comes back in September, then I will listen to Corus online at that time only) …  I just do podcasts, although some of them are seriously good :) *sigh*   What an exciting and full life *yes another hint of sarcasm*

The past few days I have been in my flat, not at the house, so I am walking the dogs more often due to the lack of a front porch to tie them to.  This is good for them, but not so good for me.  Today I am so sick I can’t eat all that nice healthy food I bought yesterday and I am just beyond weak and tired.  Sometimes I wonder how I will ever get better, even with the radiation coming up … Then I think about the fact that I want to go back to work, and start taking some courses this winter to upgrade my license, so I can teach nursing and work in a sex health clinic … and I want to finish at least one of the books I am writing, and I want to travel (I miss road trips almost as much as I miss sex, sometimes more!!!) In other words I want to LIVE my life instead of just existing as I have been doing of late … so I have no choice, I have to find a way to get better … I’ll figure it out, just not all today it’s time for a nap :(

until later, meli xx

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June 26, 2009

June 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Starting to write again … I need to.

Today was another biopsy day.  This one was ordered by one of the specialists, the ENT … she wants her own baseline, her own lab reports … she also doesn’t want to take the thyroid tumour out.  She thinks surgery would be a mistake for me … she wants to try and save the thyroid as it’s a major gland controlling and/or affecting so much of the body.   She also wants me to be referred to an endocrinologist which my family doctor seems hesitant to do.  Hesitant as in I’ve asked him twice now, siting Dr. Lo’s request and he’s blatantly refused saying they take too long to get in to see … perhaps an internist if we need one?!  I’ve been off work since February and not getting better BECAUSE I’m not rec’ing treatment, just the run around … and he’s worried about time now???  I think I should have an endocrinologist and that I should have had radiation on this a LONG time ago … but hey what do I know I’m just a nurse with a 94% average when I graduated … I’m not a doctor right … fuck doctors drive me crazy :(

The biopsy was fairly easy … Ultrasound to get newer images of the tumour … surprise, surprise the SCGH totally disagrees with the lab in Niagara … stating the tumour is largest on the right, not the left … that only one side needs to be biopsied, not all three (left, centre, right) blah, blah, blah … NHS rivalry bullshit if you ask me …I’ve seen and heard enough of it over the past 7 years to know.  :(

Of course I argue for all three nodules/tumour lobes to be biopsied … since that is what all the other biopsies through the years have covered.  I lose.  The radiologist might look like Bob Mackowycz jr… which freaks me out in a cool kinda way … but he’s not near as cool … or apparently as smart.  I know comparing apples and oranges … medicine and music … but smart in your field is smart in your field … and this man didn’t strike me as being so! Follow the Doc’s request and listen to the patient … it’s logical, three large areas, biopsy all three!  Common sense seems so lackin gin the medical field of late :(  … Although he is kind … he freezes my neck before the biopsy, which Niagara Falls has never done.

So, as I lay there on the table they do a third ultrasound, more whispering in the corner … then apply the disinfectant (baexdin is my guess it’s what we used to use when I worked there and it had that chlorhexadine smell to it) … then the needle to freeze was inserted in a few places … it doesn’t hurt, it just burns as the injection goes in … my mind wanders to the following thoughts … I know I just brushed my teeth less than half an hour ago … but I hope I don’t have bad breath, he’s right over my face … I hope my perfume doesn’t bother him, I don’t want him sneezing or even stiffling a sneeze with that needle in my neck … I hope his hands don’t shake that’s right next to my jugular …

All the while I’m thinking these things he’s using the ultrasound to find his way around my neck to biopsy in four places on the right side of my thyroid.  Not the left, where Dr. Lo wanted him to, because of the proximity of the tumour to my carotid … but the right which he feels is a better place to biopsy.  I can’t feel the sting of the needle puncture at all … but once it’s in I can feel it wriggling around in my neck … he inserts (pressure) he wriggles around (feels like a worm in my neck) he aspirates some of the tumour (odd pressure followed by a feeling like shifting fluid, I can hear it in my right ear, I didn’t realise I’d hear anything … that was weird.)  I also feel an odd sensation in my right sinus … like a release of pressure followed by a need to swallow, like fluid had somehow now drained out of my right ear and sinus and it felt more hollow there … All the while I’m thinking I’m glad I put my hair in a ponytail so it’s not in his way, I’m glad I can still taste the listerine, fuck … he’s doing the right side so I know I’ll be sent back again … I really hate hospital gowns, and there really was no purpose to me wearing it, my tank top and sweater were low enough and actually covered less than the hospital gown … and smelled better.  Speaking of smell … they’re making coffee in the lab across the hall, fuck I’d kill for a cuppa that.

After the biopsy they do the courtesy conversation with me, as I sit up … really they just want to make sure I’m not gonna faint … whatever … I don’t faint!  I can however feel fluid shifting in my neck and there is still that odd sensation in my right sinus and right ear … it stays with me even as I sit writing this and listening to the telly.

My neck is also sore … more so than with the other biopsies, but he (the bob look-a-like) warned me no advil etc for a few days … nothing that will act as a blood thinner in any aspect … not that I really need a pain killer, but the neck pain is turning into a headache … perhaps a good nights sleep :)

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Suddenly having a melt down …

June 26, 2009 · Leave a Comment

I think the thyroid tumour is starting to affect my brain … I am a grown woman, I am going to be 39 years old in a few days … but I’m spending tonight crying like a five year old and I’m slightly embarrassed and more than a little angry about it.

My family sucks, it just does … and I can’t depend on them for emotional support during all of this.  They don’t understand why I can’t work full-time, help them and deal with cancer … they just don’t get it even though they’ve seen me fall when I was walking and unable to do stairs etc.,  … I am extremely lucky though that I have so many really great friends.

Now friends and acquaintances come in all kinds of levels or circles and I care about them all but … amongst these friends are some that I’ve known longer and because of our mutual history they’ve surpassed my friend circle … they’ve become my family … and today it hit me …  I miss them.  I think about them everyday, cause I love them and so I miss them all the time, but that is always balanced out by I’ll see them soon.  I used to go to Waterloo and Ottawa all the time.  I’d see my ‘brother’ and his family at least once a month, then it became every couple of months and now it’s just a few times a year … how did that happen?  We don’t even talk on the phone as much as we used to … which brings me to Shelly, we don’t talk on the phone at all anymore … we face book.  I hate face book … but I keep it because my family (biological and urban) are there … if it wasn’t for face book I don’t think they’d even know I was sick.  How sad is that :(

In my head I know they love me, I never doubt that.  I also know that my brother is married with two children that are in a lot of sports … him and Lynda both work full-time and they are REALLY busy.  I know I’ve seen their calendar.  Shelly and Bob (her husband) both work full-time and so they are also busy … and I get that, usually.  Tonight I think I’m turning five or something because I feel like a whiner, or like I’m expecting too much … I know it’s immature and weak and selfish … but I can’t seem to stop crying and like I said it’s embarrassing … I need my friends … I need them and I didn’t realise how much until my brother brushed me off when I asked him to sign the Power of Attorney papers … and when I asked when I could come for a cup of tea … just for an hour to sit and laugh and talk … but he sincerly doesn’t have the time.  Then Shelly told me that she wasn’t accepted to the EQAO thing this year … so for what feels like the first time in decades we won’t be celebrating our birthdays together this year.  No camping, no roadtrip, no dinner in Ottawa, no fun in Toronto … nothing, that hasn’t happened since she lived in the U.K in 1998.  Even if we postpone until August we’ve done something together every summer in my recent memory.

It’s not like I don’t have loads of other friends I can talk to, online and in person … I have great friends here in the Niagara Region and in Toronto as well as online friends that are truly kickass … but there is something about those besties … the one’s that have seen you at your best, lowest,craziest most awesome and embarassing moments and they love you anyhow … really love you and really get you … no explanations necessary … sometimes not even words … just looks … and they get you.

I need them … I guess you just don’t always get what you need, and it’s not like I’m not accustomed to the ‘alone’ feeling.  Most of the time I like the alone feeling … I like my space, I have a difficult time with friends that want to smother me and take care of me and boss me around and message me 15 times a day … those friends I push away … I can’t handle those let’s be together and/or in contact all the time, obsessive types … that what makes my urban family work so amazingly well considering the long distances we all live from each other.  We had a nice routine … Jay and Lynda’s once a month to hang for a day or sometimes overnight … Shelly’s for Ottawa in the winter and we’d sometimes hit Montreal … then sometimes a girls weekend in the spring … followed by meeting somewhere (Ottawa or here or a roadtrip) for our birthdays at some point in the summer … then Ottawa and perhaps Montreal again in the autumn or for New Years :) … it always worked out and we always saw each other at least 5 times a year … then there were the phone calls once a week to or from Jay and monthly with Shell and the emails on top of that … I felt like I was with them all the time instead of 5 to 12 times a year … it worked so well.

It’s not even like I want to sit and cry with them about being sick … actually except for getting a power of attorney I don’t want to talk about it at all … I’m sick of sick.  I want to sit and have a drink or a meal with people that remember how I was before I was sick … and support me in my need to be both a nurse and write and know more than I do that I have talent … and that kick me in the ass when I need it … like now (get your head out of your ass meli, people have lives ya know) … I want to hear about Lynda’s cake decorating business and how moral is at CTV and how much Jay likes or dislikes working for Canada Post and how Evan and Liam did in school this year and how Evan feels about starting highschool in September and what position they are playing in what sport … and what Shelly and Bob are planning to do to their house that she hates this year … and how the garden I helped her plant as her housing warm gift is going … and what she is teaching next year … and how her and Bob are doing since her neice Sophie died and how the menopause/baby struggle is going for her, how it’s really going … not glossing over it, but how is she really … and I want to hear about their trip to Vegas and the road trip out west this summer and … I miss them dammit, I really do … I feel like those connections are broken somehow … I know they aren’t … but I feel like they are.  :(

Trust me I know how pathetic this sounds … I just needed to get it out somewhere and since no one in my urban family reads my blog … I can purge here and then walk away from it, be more Woman less child again.

Deep breath … okay, I’m done.

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uninvoked // June 26, 2009 at 21:59

OMG! Someone needs to slap you a few times and bring you back to reality. You are fighting CANCER. If you were fighting, say, the flu…than okay, I’d be glad to call you a whiner and be done with it. I don’t know you, but just from your post I can tell you that you’re not a whiner. In fact, you’re handling a tough situation in an admirable fashion.

If you feel the need to be five again, come on over to my blog and have cookies and kool-aid with me. ^^ I never grew up anyway.

meli // June 26, 2009 at 23:22

Thanks for the kick in the ass :)
If I were the nurse instead of the patient I would say the same thing … in fact I have.
I’m just not good at allowing myself the same indulgences and allowances that I think others are absolutely entitled to. I’m working on it. :)

Will visit your blog in the morning … took a quick peek and looks like a good read … all the best to you and your writing endeavours … meli :)

barbara // July 21, 2009 at 18:19

now I don’t know what to say. I’m here if you need to talk.

 

meli // August 24, 2009 at 11:24

I appreciate the offer Barb … I think once I am well again and this whole cancer thing is over I will go and see Shelly and try to work out whatever went wrong while I was sick :( She has been my friend for 23 years and I love her with my whole heart … I can’t just let that go :(

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