brief update for all you people who I know think about me
I am in much less pain today. I had a CT scan this Monday and the doctor called me JUST LAST NIGHT and strongly encouraged me to pick a pharmacy, give him its phone number so he can call in a prescription, and go buy the med he going to call in and take it immediately.
I have been suffering from a tumor-compressed spinal cord for the passed six months; he evidently miss it on the last CT scan.
Fortuately, there is no permanent damage. It could have partially or permanently paralized me. Also, fortunately for me, the position of this tumor is treatable with radiation. So I will be starting that soon.
It feels so good to be able to think again and not have to lay down if I've done too much moving around. The medicine I'm taking is an anti-inflamitory steroid. But I can't use it forever.
In case you all are wondering, radiation is comparitively harmfully/ineffective in lung situated cancers because the act of breathing causes the tumors to move around, making targeting them next to impossible. Plus, irradiating the whole lung is a sure way to die quick and painfully;) The tumor pressing on my spin, can't move, so it's an easy target.
I am sorry I have not been writing responses to your questions and comments and concerns but the pain has limited my time and energy and especially my ability to think most of the time. I am still rather pressed for time so I cannot afford more that this brief update for you all. If the treatement of the tumor compressing my spinal cord is successful, you should hear from me again, with personal replies. Not to mention, I will have the extra time, energy and mental focus to blog/journal again.
I miss you all. I haven't allowed myself the time to read your journals! I've had to cut out so much, just so I could maintain my study time for college classes and all the medical appts I've had to make between fitting my new prothetic leg, and various medical tests/checkups.
Last week I made the connection betwen on a short story I read long agao and seen (it was made into a really bad b movie). The story is "Harrison Berergion." (sp) I now have a more intimate understanding of what it's like to be "handicapped" down to averge intelligence, physcial strength, motivation, mobility, etc, which is the conflict theme of that short story. I have been Harrison Bergerion. Boy does it suck!
To know one's capabilities and not be able to exercise them when you want or need to is maddening.
More later, hopefully:)
I have been suffering from a tumor-compressed spinal cord for the passed six months; he evidently miss it on the last CT scan.
Fortuately, there is no permanent damage. It could have partially or permanently paralized me. Also, fortunately for me, the position of this tumor is treatable with radiation. So I will be starting that soon.
It feels so good to be able to think again and not have to lay down if I've done too much moving around. The medicine I'm taking is an anti-inflamitory steroid. But I can't use it forever.
In case you all are wondering, radiation is comparitively harmfully/ineffective in lung situated cancers because the act of breathing causes the tumors to move around, making targeting them next to impossible. Plus, irradiating the whole lung is a sure way to die quick and painfully;) The tumor pressing on my spin, can't move, so it's an easy target.
I am sorry I have not been writing responses to your questions and comments and concerns but the pain has limited my time and energy and especially my ability to think most of the time. I am still rather pressed for time so I cannot afford more that this brief update for you all. If the treatement of the tumor compressing my spinal cord is successful, you should hear from me again, with personal replies. Not to mention, I will have the extra time, energy and mental focus to blog/journal again.
I miss you all. I haven't allowed myself the time to read your journals! I've had to cut out so much, just so I could maintain my study time for college classes and all the medical appts I've had to make between fitting my new prothetic leg, and various medical tests/checkups.
Last week I made the connection betwen on a short story I read long agao and seen (it was made into a really bad b movie). The story is "Harrison Berergion." (sp) I now have a more intimate understanding of what it's like to be "handicapped" down to averge intelligence, physcial strength, motivation, mobility, etc, which is the conflict theme of that short story. I have been Harrison Bergerion. Boy does it suck!
To know one's capabilities and not be able to exercise them when you want or need to is maddening.
More later, hopefully:)