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Connie
- Thread starter Rich Z
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Thank you.
Connie did get a call from her oncologist late last week to let her know that her "tumor markers" (whatever those are) were down 1000% from what they were before the chemo treatments began. So I am taking that as a good sign. Connie has been getting a shot every week to help boost her white blood cell count, and one of the side effects is "flu like symptoms". So she is feeling a bit dragged out from coughing. Heck, because of one reason or another, she has had a nagging cough for a few months now. But hopefully that fluid won't build up around her right lung any more. Getting that drained can't be any picnic.
So far, I am still kicking. Trying to get back to normal gradually. I feel a bit winded, and not as strong as I think I should feel, but perhaps that is just being a touch psychosomatic. Feeling that maybe my heart is made of fragile eggshells. But I figure if I do some light work every day, to try to ease back into normalcy, that will be OK. For instance, today I went out and trimmed some weeds around some of the citrus and asian pear trees so I could run the irrigation for them. Been pretty hot lately, and about a week since the last rain. I went out early before temps built up, so it wasn't bad. Supposed to be getting up into the triple digits this week, so I think siestas will be in our future during mid day.
Glad we don't have the animals right now. That could have turned out REAL ugly.
Connie did get a call from her oncologist late last week to let her know that her "tumor markers" (whatever those are) were down 1000% from what they were before the chemo treatments began. So I am taking that as a good sign. Connie has been getting a shot every week to help boost her white blood cell count, and one of the side effects is "flu like symptoms". So she is feeling a bit dragged out from coughing. Heck, because of one reason or another, she has had a nagging cough for a few months now. But hopefully that fluid won't build up around her right lung any more. Getting that drained can't be any picnic.
So far, I am still kicking. Trying to get back to normal gradually. I feel a bit winded, and not as strong as I think I should feel, but perhaps that is just being a touch psychosomatic. Feeling that maybe my heart is made of fragile eggshells. But I figure if I do some light work every day, to try to ease back into normalcy, that will be OK. For instance, today I went out and trimmed some weeds around some of the citrus and asian pear trees so I could run the irrigation for them. Been pretty hot lately, and about a week since the last rain. I went out early before temps built up, so it wasn't bad. Supposed to be getting up into the triple digits this week, so I think siestas will be in our future during mid day.
Glad we don't have the animals right now. That could have turned out REAL ugly.
Well, had a stent put into my left coronary artery this past Tuesday. Surgeon said it was 70% blocked before he put in the stent. So I guess my left and right coronary arteries are now at 100%. But for now, I have to take it easy for a while, I suppose. But I can't let up taking care of Connie.
She has been feeling pretty well lately, but is due for the next chemo treatment this upcoming week. But she certainly isn't running on all cylinders. She got word that the "tumor markers" they monitor in her blood rests have dropped from 578 on 06-29 to 333 this past week, so that is definitely moving in the right direction. Sure would like to see that number reach zero as soon as possible.
She has been feeling pretty well lately, but is due for the next chemo treatment this upcoming week. But she certainly isn't running on all cylinders. She got word that the "tumor markers" they monitor in her blood rests have dropped from 578 on 06-29 to 333 this past week, so that is definitely moving in the right direction. Sure would like to see that number reach zero as soon as possible.
Frank Pinello
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I have a strong feeling that you two will get through this and things will get back to “normal”. Glad to hear you got your heart checked and corrected and things are going in the right direction with Connie. Hang in there, I’m pulling for you two.
Thank you. Hopefully your strong feeling will be accurate. "Normal" seems like such a distant place lately. Connie's hair has been falling out, and we both have marks on our arms from needles to draw blood and IV lines. I have puncture marks on my right wrist there the stents went in to be placed in my heart arteries. Blood thinner is making me bruise easily and Connie gets exhausted easily, along with various and sundry chemo side effects.
Half way through, 2022 REALLY sucks.
Well, so much for taking it easy. Our well pump went out on Monday. I checked everything I could, and all indications were that the pump went bad. So that called for an expert. The REAL problem was that it had gotten so overgrown all around that well, that he wouldn't be able to get to it with his truck with the crane. Fortunately a friend here (Rickey) has a tractor so he was able to come over and do most of the clearing, but I still had to work with my extended hedge trimmer, holding it above my head to clear out grape vines and yaupon saplings that were overhanging the well. Connie was beside herself knowing I was out there working so soon after my coronary stent placement. Not that I was all that keen about it myself, but it had to be done.
Oh, it turned out that the pump itself wasn't bad. One of the wires going to it had broken. The well guys said it was because the piping was PVC instead of steel, and the flexing from the torque of the pump motor caused the wires to stretch because of the "give" of the PVC. So they just put in the steel piping, rewired the motor, and called it a day. They checked the windings on the pump and they looked right on the money, so they didn't feel replacing the pump motor was needed. They said the pump is an excellent brand and they see them lasting 20 years or so. It's been 10 to 12 on this one. Way things are going, I'm not expecting to have to worry about this problem 10 years from now. So that was a pretty stressful day. And to top it off, they JUST got done before it started to rain. I had to help Rickey guide his trailer with the tractor on it out of the driveway, and it was raining cats and dogs then. So I got soaked to the bone. Had to strip off all my wet clothes on the porch as I couldn't walk into the house with water just running off of me. So like I said, pretty darn stressful day. I guess this could be considered as a heart test after my surgeries.
But at least I haven't had another heart attack afterwards (yet), so hopefully no damage done. I sure hope I don't have to do something like that anytime soon, as I would like think I am recovering from all this without doing something that will cause long term damage. As it is, I think my earlier heart attack might have caused some damage to my heart, but my cardiologist has been noncommittal when I asked him about it. I have another appointment with him in a couple of weeks, so I am going to press him about it. I'm a big boy now, so just level with me. I tend to work hard doing yard work and I really need to know if I am skating on real thin ice now.
Connie had another chemo treatment yesterday and we have to run back to the oncology facility this afternoon so she can get a shot that is supposed to help raise her white blood cell count after the chemo treatment. So she is going to be taking it easy for a few days as the side effects knock her down a bit. Luckily she isn't having severe effects, but it is enough for her to just not feel all that spiffy. So I try to encourage her to take it easy and sleep as much as she can to pass the time that way till things subside.
So, just waiting for yet another shoe to drop in our lives....
Oh, it turned out that the pump itself wasn't bad. One of the wires going to it had broken. The well guys said it was because the piping was PVC instead of steel, and the flexing from the torque of the pump motor caused the wires to stretch because of the "give" of the PVC. So they just put in the steel piping, rewired the motor, and called it a day. They checked the windings on the pump and they looked right on the money, so they didn't feel replacing the pump motor was needed. They said the pump is an excellent brand and they see them lasting 20 years or so. It's been 10 to 12 on this one. Way things are going, I'm not expecting to have to worry about this problem 10 years from now. So that was a pretty stressful day. And to top it off, they JUST got done before it started to rain. I had to help Rickey guide his trailer with the tractor on it out of the driveway, and it was raining cats and dogs then. So I got soaked to the bone. Had to strip off all my wet clothes on the porch as I couldn't walk into the house with water just running off of me. So like I said, pretty darn stressful day. I guess this could be considered as a heart test after my surgeries.
But at least I haven't had another heart attack afterwards (yet), so hopefully no damage done. I sure hope I don't have to do something like that anytime soon, as I would like think I am recovering from all this without doing something that will cause long term damage. As it is, I think my earlier heart attack might have caused some damage to my heart, but my cardiologist has been noncommittal when I asked him about it. I have another appointment with him in a couple of weeks, so I am going to press him about it. I'm a big boy now, so just level with me. I tend to work hard doing yard work and I really need to know if I am skating on real thin ice now.
Connie had another chemo treatment yesterday and we have to run back to the oncology facility this afternoon so she can get a shot that is supposed to help raise her white blood cell count after the chemo treatment. So she is going to be taking it easy for a few days as the side effects knock her down a bit. Luckily she isn't having severe effects, but it is enough for her to just not feel all that spiffy. So I try to encourage her to take it easy and sleep as much as she can to pass the time that way till things subside.
So, just waiting for yet another shoe to drop in our lives....
Connie has been feeling pretty wiped out all day, presumably from the chemo on Wednesday and that shot she had on Thursday.
But curiously enough, I have been feeling pretty wiped out myself. Taking a couple hour nap each day. Effects from my heart surgery last week? :shrugs:
But curiously enough, I have been feeling pretty wiped out myself. Taking a couple hour nap each day. Effects from my heart surgery last week? :shrugs:
Frank Pinello
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With everything you guys have been through lately, why wouldn’t you both feel wiped out?
Get the naps in as things settle down. Come out we’ll rested and energized later.
Get the naps in as things settle down. Come out we’ll rested and energized later.
Frank Pinello
New member
With everything you guys have been through lately, why wouldn’t you both feel wiped out?
Get the naps in as things settle down. Come out we’ll rested and energized later.
Get the naps in as things settle down. Come out we’ll rested and energized later.
I think my mind is just recoiling from the situation and wants to go comatose. There are dark thoughts of a possible future eating at the edges of my mind that are wearing me out trying to keep them at bay. It is exhausting me worrying about Connie.
Well, I guess we are doing as well as can be expected, under the circumstances.
Connie had blood work done yesterday, and the numbers are showing that the injection she had on Thursday might have been a bit of an overdose. Her numbers are a LOT higher than they should be. I don't know what all the acronyms mean, but apparently her doctor is going to discontinue those shots.
Connie was feeling pretty bad ever since the shot, but is pulling out of it. She had a lot of swelling in her legs and various and sundry pains here and there. But she is feeling pretty normal today and is trying to get some exercise by doing things around the house. She seems to have a pretty good appetite, and fortunately doesn't have the nausea that seems to plague a lot of people under chemo treatments.
As for me, I seem to be OK, even after the episode with the well pump. But I seem to be taking a lot of naps lately. Perhaps it is because I really don't have much to do, since I can't be outside doing yard work quite yet. So I will sit on the couch to read a book, and several pages later I am out like a light. Of course, I do my chores with the internet stuff, but that doesn't hold my interest much lately.
Of course, my turning 72 two weeks ago has absolutely nothing to do with the naps. :laugh:
If I let down my guard, I can feel depression set in over worrying about Connie. She seems to be doing pretty well, but I know we aren't near being out of the woods yet. Ovarian cancer is pretty serious stuff. And sometimes it is just really tough for my imagination to be kept in check so it doesn't run off down those dark "what might happen" paths all around me. When it does, I do have to tap into my valium stock to pull myself back together. Fortunately that isn't very often. Honestly, when I start to feel the fraying at the edges, it gets Connie to worrying more about me than she does herself, and I really don't need to be adding that burden on her. She worries about me bottling up everything inside me, but what are my choices? When she doesn't feel well, it directly affects me. Just no way around that.
Anyway, thank you for asking.
Connie had blood work done yesterday, and the numbers are showing that the injection she had on Thursday might have been a bit of an overdose. Her numbers are a LOT higher than they should be. I don't know what all the acronyms mean, but apparently her doctor is going to discontinue those shots.
Connie was feeling pretty bad ever since the shot, but is pulling out of it. She had a lot of swelling in her legs and various and sundry pains here and there. But she is feeling pretty normal today and is trying to get some exercise by doing things around the house. She seems to have a pretty good appetite, and fortunately doesn't have the nausea that seems to plague a lot of people under chemo treatments.
As for me, I seem to be OK, even after the episode with the well pump. But I seem to be taking a lot of naps lately. Perhaps it is because I really don't have much to do, since I can't be outside doing yard work quite yet. So I will sit on the couch to read a book, and several pages later I am out like a light. Of course, I do my chores with the internet stuff, but that doesn't hold my interest much lately.
Of course, my turning 72 two weeks ago has absolutely nothing to do with the naps. :laugh:
If I let down my guard, I can feel depression set in over worrying about Connie. She seems to be doing pretty well, but I know we aren't near being out of the woods yet. Ovarian cancer is pretty serious stuff. And sometimes it is just really tough for my imagination to be kept in check so it doesn't run off down those dark "what might happen" paths all around me. When it does, I do have to tap into my valium stock to pull myself back together. Fortunately that isn't very often. Honestly, when I start to feel the fraying at the edges, it gets Connie to worrying more about me than she does herself, and I really don't need to be adding that burden on her. She worries about me bottling up everything inside me, but what are my choices? When she doesn't feel well, it directly affects me. Just no way around that.
Anyway, thank you for asking.
Heck, I didn't get up till nearly 12, Connie fixed me breakfast, then I did some stuff on the 'net for a while. Decided to read my book for a bit, then wound up taking a nap till after 5. Then Connie made me dinner.
I am feeling pretty useless lately.
I keep telling Connie that I can fix myself something to eat, but she is adamant that she needs to be doing "normal" stuff around the house and keep active. It is no sense in getting into an argument over it. Even washing the dishes, the only time I could wrest that chore away from her was when she was recovering from her surgery. Now, it is like I am trying to take her domain away from her. I think she is just being overly protective of me after my heart attack. She thought she had watched me die right before her eyes on Memorial Day, and I don't think she has quite gotten over that feeling yet.
I am feeling pretty useless lately.
I keep telling Connie that I can fix myself something to eat, but she is adamant that she needs to be doing "normal" stuff around the house and keep active. It is no sense in getting into an argument over it. Even washing the dishes, the only time I could wrest that chore away from her was when she was recovering from her surgery. Now, it is like I am trying to take her domain away from her. I think she is just being overly protective of me after my heart attack. She thought she had watched me die right before her eyes on Memorial Day, and I don't think she has quite gotten over that feeling yet.
Yeah, I was just reading inline about heart attacks often taking 6 to 8 months to recover completely from.
Saw my cardiologist last week and he is telling me that I need to take it easy for another 4 weeks. Also is going to prescribe some medication to help the heart to heal. I finally got him to admit that the heart attack did cause some heart damage to me. He was reluctant to tell me that last time I talked to him.
Honestly, I thought that heart tissue wouldn't heal after being damaged, but apparently it can with enough time. Scar tissue might form, however, which isn't as flexible as the original muscle tissue. He told me what he will be prescribing is actually a blood pressure medicine, but it also helps to repair heart tissue too.
Just this morning Connie said to me "I am glad you are still here." I am sure that when I had my heart attack she felt I had died and probably has that vision stuck in her mind to pop up unwanted now and again. I know it would me if the situation were reversed. Heck, it is all I can do to hold it together whenever the thought breaks through my barriers that she might die from her cancer. And if she does, well, I will need some way to cut that memory of watching that happen out of my brain permanently. I couldn't just stay on valiums for the rest of my life.
But she has been feeling better, and I am hopeful we can beat this thing. I really don't want to have lived through a heart attack for nothing.
Saw my cardiologist last week and he is telling me that I need to take it easy for another 4 weeks. Also is going to prescribe some medication to help the heart to heal. I finally got him to admit that the heart attack did cause some heart damage to me. He was reluctant to tell me that last time I talked to him.
Honestly, I thought that heart tissue wouldn't heal after being damaged, but apparently it can with enough time. Scar tissue might form, however, which isn't as flexible as the original muscle tissue. He told me what he will be prescribing is actually a blood pressure medicine, but it also helps to repair heart tissue too.
Just this morning Connie said to me "I am glad you are still here." I am sure that when I had my heart attack she felt I had died and probably has that vision stuck in her mind to pop up unwanted now and again. I know it would me if the situation were reversed. Heck, it is all I can do to hold it together whenever the thought breaks through my barriers that she might die from her cancer. And if she does, well, I will need some way to cut that memory of watching that happen out of my brain permanently. I couldn't just stay on valiums for the rest of my life.
But she has been feeling better, and I am hopeful we can beat this thing. I really don't want to have lived through a heart attack for nothing.
Today (January 8, 2023) is our 45th wedding anniversary. We were married in 1978. I was rooting around in a cabinet and stumbled on some really old photographs of Connie and I. Dated September, 1982. They are prints, and they are rather faded and color shifted to a kind of rust color, so I had to modify them to try to return them to a more natural look.
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Olivia Barron
Happy anniversary! How old were you guys when you got married?
Frank Pinello
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All those old photos were beautiful except the last one. �� Thanks for sharing and Happy Anniversary!
Finding old photos always makes me realize how rapidly time moves on. I’m sure it does for most people.
Finding old photos always makes me realize how rapidly time moves on. I’m sure it does for most people.