Showing posts with label Stents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stents. Show all posts

Friday, October 29

Heart Cath Results

Yesterday, I went down to UT Medical Center, Heart and Lung Bldg. to have a heart cath procedure performed because my recent stress test indicated that I had a blockage...


I had to arrive at 5:30 am for a 7:00 am procedure and was not actually taken into the operating room until 7:30 am but was back in recovery before 8:15 am because the cardiac surgeon FOUND NOTHING...

  • NO BLOCKAGE in any artery
  • NO PROBLEMS with any of my 5 stents


However, they used my wrist to get to the heart instead of my groin and my wrist became a little swollen and the incision site bled a little more than it sould have, so instead of being released at 11:00 am, I was not released until 2:00 pm...


I am able to use my right hand now (24 hours later) but I cannot lift anything over 5 lbs for another 5 days...


All-in-all, yesterday was a good day...  as far as my health is concerned...  It is nice to know that with other bodily functions changing with age, my repaired heart arteries are still in good shape...

Friday, September 3

Visit with Cardiologist


Yesterday, I had my 6 month visit with my cardiologist and these visits are not just contingent upon my age but because in 2009/2010, I had 5 stents put into my heart arteries on the left side (3 in the LAD) to avoid having a triple bypass performed.

My Cardiologist suggested that I have a STRESS TEST to ascertain if my stents were still doing their job and/or if other blockages had formed that may be hindering my ability to perform physical tasks that I had previously attributed to my sedentary lifestyle resulting from constant fatigue as a result of my 13 year battle with cancer and on-going cancer treatments.

So...  I have 20 days to prepare my body for this physical test that only lasts 6 minutes.  But, since I have been sitting around for the last 6 months, I am not sure if I will have the physical strength to complete this test...  so, a gradual build-up my my endurance will give me a slight advantage...  at least I am hoping.

What saved my life in 2008 was the fact that I was healthy and tiny vessels to carry blood had been created by my own body to compensate for the blockages.  For the last 13 years, I have continued with my healthy eating so I am hopeful that those tiny vessels are still there and are still operating effectively.

If my stress test shows no additional blockages, my Cardiologist only wanted to see me once a year, but I objected to that because of my ongoing battle with cancer and the fact that cancer treatments can impact the functionality of the heart...  so, we agreed to continue our 6 month visits.

You have to take charge of your own healthcare sometimes and not always listen to these doctors...

Wednesday, August 18

Surviving & Living With Cancer(s)

When I was 60 years old (2007) I was diagnosed with non-hodgkin's "b" cell lymphoma and was told by my oncologist that this type of cancer would never leave my body.  my cancer was staged at level iv which in many cases is terminal but in my case it was because the lymphoma was in my bone marrow.  

My treatment began with monthly infusions of rituxan which took about 4-6 hours depending upon how busy the chemo nurses were.  For several years my lymphoma grew but grew slowly and slightly.

in 2010, i experienced a heart attack while walking on the treadmill and an angioplasty operation revealed that I had three blocked arteries.  between 2010/2011, I had 3 heart surgeries and had 5 stents inserted and have had minimal problems since.

In 2011/2012, I worked in kentucky for a few months and the oncologist there ordered Cytoxin and Fludara in addition to my Rituxan and it is widely believed that one of those first two drugs caused me contract melanoma.

After my melanoma was surgically removed from my foot, five years later it migrated to my groin and it was difficult to ascertain if it was the lymphoma or melanoma that was growing or both.

My oncologist treated me for both cancers and for a while, he was not sure if he was going to be successful in stopping their growth.  So, in 2017/2018, Radiation was added to my monthly infusions.

Fortunately, the two individualized treatments worked and both my cancers started to experience minimal growth if any growth at all.  Again, with a biopsy, my oncologist was unable to determine if it was the lymphoma or the melanoma that was growing.

After 13 years of chemo treatments, surgeries, radiation, and immunotherapy treatments, I have left with the following situation with which I must live:

  1. hypothyroidism
  2. Lymphodema in my left leg
  3. Weight gain of 50 pounds (of which I have lost 30)
  4. anemia due to very low red blood cell count
  5. no immunity due to very low white blood cell count
  6. low platelet count
  7. intermittent nausea
  8. High susceptability to squamous carcinomas (of which I have had 6 surgically removed)
  9. constant mild to not so mild fatigue
  10. no taste of food
  11. swollen prostate
  12. extreme sensitivity to sun rays
  13. Extreme sensitivity to humidity
  14. constant sinus infections
  15. constant facial skin infections
  16. Pink skin pigment has disappeared
  17. Mouth soars
  18. minor loss of hearing
  19. intermittant blurred vision
  20. intermittant diarrhea 
  21. an increase in tooth decay
  22. increase risk of afib
  23. allergic reactions to bug bites
  24. increased risk of deyhydration
  25. minor bouts of depression

Are all of these related to my cancer treatments?

Well...

maybe yes...

maybe no...

Some could be related to old age or not...

But, the fact remains that I deal with this list on a daily basis and have gotten to the point where I don't even think about it anymore...  My limitations have just become a part of my life.

I don't really think about living with cancer, I just think about living my life, one day at a time, while trying to make the most out of each day.  If I make the most out of each day, then I consider myself to be living a successful life and living a successful life is, for me, a form of happiness.

There were many days still lodged in my memory banks where I laid on the tile floor in the bathroom, puking my guts out....  I remember my body convulsing and arching as I tried for many seconds to bring up through my throat what my body did not want.

I remember those episodes lasting for hours as my body heaved and pulled from the inside...  my upper body became super hot and broke out in sweat that made me feel I had just gotten out of the shower.

I was completely exhausted from the vomiting and laid on the tile floor waiting for the next episode to grab hold of me...  Sometimes, it would get so bad and of a long duration that my wife would take me to the ER.

i don't like being around stangers in a waiting room when i am convulsing and vomiting and trying to puke out what little is left inside.  It is embarrassing and rather humiliating but necessary.

Those days are gone for good I hope...