Tuesday, June 23, 2009

An Unwanted Journey: Day 1310 – Kudos to our team

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I am really impressed with the palliative care / home hospice services offered through the Grand River Regional Cancer Centre.

Sure, the bad news is that cancer is going to eventually get me – maybe directly, maybe by something like a heart attack, a pulmonary embolism, or liver failure. But everyone has to make an exit at some time. Not everyone gets to prepare so completely for their death. Nor does everyone get exposed to the full range of services offered through the provincial/regional cancer care organizations.

I hear, from very good sources, that the Waterloo regional cancer care, especially the palliative care services, are among the best anywhere in the province. In addition to such testimonials is my own experience. Here’s is a recent one that demonstrates how it works here in the region.

Last Thursday, we were visited by the coordinator for Paramed (the specific organization providing in-home nursing services) and the nurse practitioner working with the doctors providing overall medical care for hospice/palliative patients. During that meeting, as they heard me talking about my personal need for more information about the progress of the disease, they decided to ask for a CT scan. Those CT scan images should tell us how quickly the liver lesions are growing. They might also show if there is any significant fluid build up in the abdominal cavity.

Evidently most patients are content with knowing the bare minimum about the progression of their disease. I’m not satisfied with simply receiving symptom relief. My visitors that day recognized that emotional need and adapted the care I was receiving to accommodate my need for information.

Then Friday I came down with what appeared to be stomach flu symptoms. By Friday night I was feeling nauseous and actually vomited for the first time since beginning to receive cancer care, including radiation and chemotherapy. Saturday and Sunday, my appetite disappeared completely. By Sunday night, even though my body temperature was normal, I became increasingly anxious. I was short of breath, had heart burn, had hot/cold feelings switching in a matter of a few moments; then I started to sweat, followed by even more anxiety.

We decided to call Paramed to get some nursing consultation since I wasn’t scheduled for another in-home visit until the next Tuesday. We got a call back within about 15 minutes with my wife explaining my situation to a nurse who knows my situation and care very well. She explained all the possible causes, including a mild heart attack, acid reflux, progression of the disease which might be pushing organs up through the diaphragm, or an anxiety attack. She also went on to talk about what to expect should I go to the hospital worried about the possibility of a mild heart attack, talking about the DNR I have already signed (Do Not Resuscitate). Upon her advice I took some more pain medication and some additional anxiety medication and tried my best to get some sleep.

Sunday night was very tough, especially as I considered the prospect of my death being far more imminent that I had anticipated.

Monday morning, a Paramed nurse (the same nurse we had consulted the night before) came and took my vitals, reassuring me that my blood pressure and heart rate were all normal, making the heart attack possibility unlikely.

Later in the day, the palliative care doctor caring for me came for a visit to discuss everything that had happened over the past week or so. He also gave me a thorough physical exam. He confirmed that a CT scan would be scheduled along with complete blood work. He suspected, given the many variables, that I had suffered through a viral infection.

Sure enough, after that visit, the heart burn started to recede, my appetite started to reappear, bowel movements began again, and I found myself sitting outside with my family in the cool of the evening while they ate supper and I nibbled on some crackers.

Clearly, anxiety is an insidious thing, making difficult circumstances worse than they truly are. But my care givers, including my wife, responded quickly and appropriately allowing me to recover my bearings and achieve some balance.

Whatever the news I’ll get from the blood profile and the CT scan (scheduled for Thursday, July 9th), my health care team deserves high praise.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Whew!

Don I maintain that if you haven't been 'done in' yet by this nasty disease AND its treatments, there is a real possibility you are the one man chosen per generation to be immortal.

Of course, if it's you, then it won't be me. Drat. In any event, keep up the good fight. It serves as a fine example for the rest of us who are such whiners.

Best wishes always.

Way West.

Don Spencer said...

If I should be the "chosen" one for this generation, then I should be well placed to lobby for others. My wife will be my first choice, of course, but I hereby state my willingness to be bribed to lobby on your behalf too!

Hope the trip holds lots of pleasant surprises for you.

Don

Daria said...

Don,

I admire you for wanting to know every detail of the progression.

Daria