July 3: Yesterday I was going back through some of Rockyford's journey, and was really struck by one about
courage. I think Gary and I may be the profile for the tin man and the lion making our way down the yellow brick road. I'm trying to keep my RA flares and squeaky joints under control, while Gary keeps finding the courage to live another day and make the most out of whatever he is handed for stamina to get through the day.
I will give a forewarning about
full disclosure on this post. I thought about
not sharing some details, but I want those with liver mets to know what may happen. It seems that Gary has been able to survive with a lot of liver involvement for quite awhile longer than others we've sadly lost here, so his experience may be abnormal. I
I'll begin with what has been positive this week. Appetite. That's always a good thing for me because I like to bake and usually get stuck eating what I make. And I have gained weight as a result. Also his stamina has been much better and he has been able to visit with family and friends from his recliner for the entire day and into the evenings sometimes. He's lost interest in watching tv. That's not necessarily a bad thing. He has wanted to spend more time just talking to me and living in the moment when no one else is around. I don't want to leave him alone due to his unsteadiness, so I'm almost always with him. He also wants to be with the grandkids more. He has not been opposed to using his walker to get to and from the shower, but so far he gets up to pee, but he needs to way more often than he'd like.
That is the lead in to the tough stuff this week.
It hurts him pee at the very tip of his penis, although there is no visible reason why, and the remedies suggested don't seem to help. He has also been very short of breath and sounds pretty raspy when he coughs, with congestion in the bronchial. For past two nights he has gotten up and was having difficulty getting in air. I borrowed my grandson 's asthma nebulizer and gave him a breathing treatment tonight that seems to be helping with that.
The more distressing symptom is the accumulation of fluid everywhere it seems. Gary has a standing order with radiology to have ascites fluid drained (paracentisis), but having to subject oneself to a needle into the abdominal cavity takes a whole lot of that courage. He once passed out while in a sitting position for the procedure, convulsed and vomited heavily when he finally "came to". Since then he's had it done lying down twice more, but he's in no hurry to go again. The fluid not only has accumulated in his abdomen (also making breathing difficult), but has made its way to his groin, scrotum (like a water ballon!) penile skin, legs and feet. We know from experience that once the abdomen is drained the rest will eventually dissipate.
Last night, to add to our anxiety, our son called to say our oldest granddaughter, Isabella, had suffered a seizure and was in the ER. She is visiting her Dad three hours away from us, so we had to just wait for test results to come in throughout the night and today. Fortunately, all blood work and scans were normal, so we pray it won't happen again.
This coming weekend sister Donna is going to come and give me some respite. My friend, her daughter, my granddaughter, and I are going to a baseball game and six flags. Perhaps I'm just trading one roller coaster for another.
Post Edited (celebrate life) : 7/3/2017 11:16:02 PM (GMT-6)