What a fucker. Seriously, this cancer is just no fun.
During Tuesday's chemo, I started getting some heart palpitations. I've been having them on and off since I got the port. Last night, I had full-on chest pains. Not good, not good...
Went to the hospital today. Met with the social worker lady. She's pretty awesome. I like her. More on that next time.
Talked to my supportive care coordinator about the chest issues. Lungs sounded clean, so we did an ECG. That came out clean, too. Waiting, more waiting... Finally did a chest xray... More waiting... Finally got results and thankfully(?) all came out clean. Heart issues are probably stress/anxiety/etc. Now I've got a prescription for Ativan. More pills! Woooo!!
Drug plan kicked in, at least. Hoo boy...
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I'm glad the social worker lady was helpful to you Armand - that's what I do - I am a medical social worker, but I work in pediatrics. I am so sorry about how very hard all this is...wish I could stop by and bring you a nice bowl of warm and soothing soup.
what more can be thrown at you? this is nuts. i want to lodge a formal protest!
Holly: Pediatric work sounds daunting... Very cool, though. As for soup... Hmm. Tomorrow, there shall be soup. SOUP, I SAY!
Deborah: Oh yeah. Every time I go to the hospital, I say "I'm off to hopefully ruin someone's day!" because when I find the source of this garbage, oh, they're getting a stern talkin'-to!
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