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TYVM Morgan William!!!
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***(I'll get the point of the message out now: I have Lymphoma)***
Update time....................Saturday Night my family went to a party at my Uncle's house, near Northridge. They went, my pains kept me from going. I stayed home with the dog and suffered in pain. I am taking a generic version of "Norco" pain relief pills. When I went to bed I have to time out when to take them. If I am going to bed about 9/9:30P I take a pill at 4P and then again around 8:30P. I take an anti-inflammatory pill around 8:30P, too. I figure most will have kicked in by 9:30P and I can go to sleep. I did but as is often the case I go to bed screaming in pain - using profanities while doing so.
My family got back past 9:30P and heard me howling in pain, like I had done countless other times in the past. This time was different. They got tired of hearing me scream and told me they were taking me to the ER. I said I was OK and I'd be asleep soon. They said NO DICE and took away my blanket saying they would not give it back to me. UGH - OK. Whatever. We went to the ER and they looked me over. They asked where the pain was and I told them - pretty much where the butt/leg meet on the right side. It felt like someone was jamming hot needles into my leg at that point. I told the Doc I had Sciatica issues so he said he would do a MRI of my Sciatica and Pelvis. OK by me. I get both done by about 3A. I get taken back into ER where I sleep until 7A at which point I get wheeled into my own room.
I let the family know. I had a CT Scan later Sunday and then a Biopsy on Monday. I let family and friends (Including JK) know my status - that told to me by the Oncologist:
Malignant Cancer
YIKES! Hearing that just sucks all of the life out of you. It did to me. I WILL BEAT THIS! But I CANNOT beat this by myself. I can only beat this with a strong support base and people who will help me get off the ground when I "fall" and help me get back up and give me the support I so need. To have JK and Railbird call me in my room (as well as countless other friends and family members) meant so much to me. Hearing a familiar voice and talking was wonderful.
When I went to sleep at Hoag, I had a pee bucket attached to my bed. Tuesday Night/Wednesday Morning around 1:30A I needed to pee. I could not open the pee bucket so i stumbled to the bathroom and peed standing up. My left arm was DEAD. My left legs was almost dead. I peed then went to my knees to minimize any damage. My father spent the night with me on the foldout couch/bed. I begged him to call the nurses and he did. It took 6 of them AND some machine to lift me up and get me to bed. They then took me for another CT Scan to see if I suffered a stroke. Thankfully I did not. Wednesday I had another dead arm but did pee in the bucket. Thursday I got a MRI of my brain - all good.
I finally got to come home Friday about 8:30A. Saw my Oncologist at 11A today and will start Chemo in a few weeks - as soon as I get some pre-treatment tests done. STILL hard to fathom all that has gone on the past few months. From thinking I had back/knees issues to being told I had Lymphoma is UNREAL! Chemo will take 18 weeks meaning I will be fighting this until around Labor Day.
I have a verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng road to recovery. I CANNOT do this by myself. I am not a big hashtag fan but I am asking family/friends to do so - so might as well as all here to do the same. When you post it would mean a lot to me if you ended your post #WinkyduckStrong
Needless to say I will not be here much until this gets taken care of!
I WILL BEAT THIS THING!
***(I'll get the point of the message out now: I have Lymphoma)***
Update time....................Saturday Night my family went to a party at my Uncle's house, near Northridge. They went, my pains kept me from going. I stayed home with the dog and suffered in pain. I am taking a generic version of "Norco" pain relief pills. When I went to bed I have to time out when to take them. If I am going to bed about 9/9:30P I take a pill at 4P and then again around 8:30P. I take an anti-inflammatory pill around 8:30P, too. I figure most will have kicked in by 9:30P and I can go to sleep. I did but as is often the case I go to bed screaming in pain - using profanities while doing so.
My family got back past 9:30P and heard me howling in pain, like I had done countless other times in the past. This time was different. They got tired of hearing me scream and told me they were taking me to the ER. I said I was OK and I'd be asleep soon. They said NO DICE and took away my blanket saying they would not give it back to me. UGH - OK. Whatever. We went to the ER and they looked me over. They asked where the pain was and I told them - pretty much where the butt/leg meet on the right side. It felt like someone was jamming hot needles into my leg at that point. I told the Doc I had Sciatica issues so he said he would do a MRI of my Sciatica and Pelvis. OK by me. I get both done by about 3A. I get taken back into ER where I sleep until 7A at which point I get wheeled into my own room.
I let the family know. I had a CT Scan later Sunday and then a Biopsy on Monday. I let family and friends (Including JK) know my status - that told to me by the Oncologist:
Malignant Cancer
YIKES! Hearing that just sucks all of the life out of you. It did to me. I WILL BEAT THIS! But I CANNOT beat this by myself. I can only beat this with a strong support base and people who will help me get off the ground when I "fall" and help me get back up and give me the support I so need. To have JK and Railbird call me in my room (as well as countless other friends and family members) meant so much to me. Hearing a familiar voice and talking was wonderful.
When I went to sleep at Hoag, I had a pee bucket attached to my bed. Tuesday Night/Wednesday Morning around 1:30A I needed to pee. I could not open the pee bucket so i stumbled to the bathroom and peed standing up. My left arm was DEAD. My left legs was almost dead. I peed then went to my knees to minimize any damage. My father spent the night with me on the foldout couch/bed. I begged him to call the nurses and he did. It took 6 of them AND some machine to lift me up and get me to bed. They then took me for another CT Scan to see if I suffered a stroke. Thankfully I did not. Wednesday I had another dead arm but did pee in the bucket. Thursday I got a MRI of my brain - all good.
I finally got to come home Friday about 8:30A. Saw my Oncologist at 11A today and will start Chemo in a few weeks - as soon as I get some pre-treatment tests done. STILL hard to fathom all that has gone on the past few months. From thinking I had back/knees issues to being told I had Lymphoma is UNREAL! Chemo will take 18 weeks meaning I will be fighting this until around Labor Day.
I have a verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng road to recovery. I CANNOT do this by myself. I am not a big hashtag fan but I am asking family/friends to do so - so might as well as all here to do the same. When you post it would mean a lot to me if you ended your post #WinkyduckStrong
Needless to say I will not be here much until this gets taken care of!
I WILL BEAT THIS THING!
