Sunday, April 30, 2006

Jade is 6 Months Old Today

She found Paul's old leather chair the other night and I captured her antics. She is so much fun!

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Walgreens Rant!

My doctor's office called my drugstore this morning to see if they would accept a prescription via fax if they would follow up with a FedEx overnight of the hard copy. I ran out of my pain meds at 11:30 this morning. The pharmacist told my doctor's office that they weren't comfortable doing that since I had filled my prescription on Saturday.

Let's review the circumstances, shall we? I had surgery on 3/23 and again on 3/30. I hadn't healed from the first surgery when I had the second one. After the first surgery my doctor prescribed Vicodin and after the second one she prescribed Percocet, which is stronger.

The doseage is 1-2 tablets every 4 hours as needed for pain. Well, I have had tons of pain so I was taking the prescribed 2 tablets every 4 hours after I got out of the hospital on Saturday.

I write down the date and time and number of pills so that I can make sure I don't take too many or too little because if I wait too long the pain really gets to me and it takes about an hour for them to really work.

Ok, so Saturday 4/01, when I got home I took:
1 pill 3:30pm
1 pill 5:52pm

At that point I knew I had to take 2 pills at a time every 4 hours because 1 did not even take the edge off.

2 pills 9pm

2 pills 5:30am
2 pills 11am
2 pills 3pm
2 pills 7pm
2 pills 10:37pm

2 pills 6:49am
2 pills 10:24am
2 pills 4:08pm
2 pills 8:00pm
2 pills 11:30pm

2 pills 5:38am
2 pills 10:30am
1 pill 12:30pm
1 pill 1:30pm
2 pills 3:30pm
2 pills 7:48pm
2 pills 10:30pm

2 pills 7:15am
2 pills 11:35am

Other than yesterday when I had severe pain and had to take an extra pill between doses, I have followed the prescribed dosage almost to the letter.

Thankfully my PCP is writing a prescription today that my husband will pick up and take to Walgreens and hopefully bring home before I am climbing the walls.

Sunday, April 02, 2006


Last Friday I got the dreaded call from my surgical oncologist. I had cancer. I had discovered a small tumor a few weeks before and went to my new GP for a first time visit.

I had been thinking of switching primary care physicians for awhile and decided I wanted a new doctor. Why? He didn't listen and I didn't feel he was interested in me being a partner in my own health care. I would get that 'I know better than you' look whenever I had a question or concern. I am convinced that had I gone to him this time I would have been told it was 'nothing' and sent on my way.

My new doctor took my concerns seriously and she wanted me to see a surgeon for a biopsy. I immediately got the name of a highly recommended surgeon in Los Angeles from my daughter's OB/GYN in Los Angeles and saw her within 2 days. I had surgery last Thursday and the preliminary biopsy while I was in surgery came back clear. So I came home the next day feeling more than a little relieved.

So you can imagine my shock when my doctor called the next day to say the full pathology report came back cancer. Luckily (if you can call cancer lucky) it was carcinoma in-situ...which if you have to have cancer, it's the best kind to have. That was the good news. The bad news was that the report didn't show clear margins. When a tumor is removed, they want to make sure all of it is removed so no cancerous cells remain--therefore they want clear margins all around. I had to have more surgery.

My second surgery was this past Thursday and I'm happy to report that Friday the pathologist confirmed clear margins so I am finished with treatment. I am very lucky and I had a wonderful surgeon who was there for me every step of the way. Her entire team was awesome and I am forever grateful.

Thursday night after I came out of recovery and had pain meds and felt well enough to get up I went down to the Plaza Level to smoke (yes, I know!) my first cigarette that day and get out of my room. I had my IV with me and my daughter came down with me to make sure I would be okay. She had the baby in the stroller and Luke with her and they walked around looking at the beautiful flower beds several yard away, but close enough to keep me in sight.

About that time Lukas had to use the potty so she was going to take him back inside to the restroom, but the doors we came out of were locked. She went to another set of doors and they were also locked. It was after 8pm and I guess there are only certain doors unlocked at that time. When she came to the third set of doors, she pulled to open one and Luke came around behind her and ran right into the door as she pulled it open, cutting him right above his glasses in his eyebrow over his left eye. Blood came streaming down his face and she screamed for me. I couldn't see what happened as I was on the far side of the plaza but I heard her scream, 'Mom! I need you'!! I grabbed my IV pole and ran across the plaza pushing it as fast as I could, which was pretty damn fast considering I had just had surgery hours before. I got to them and saw the blood and about that time a young doctor came to the door and immediately escorted us to the elevator and down the back way to the emergency room. She was carrying Lukas and I wheeled my IV pole with my left hand and the baby's stroller with my right hand. We were quite a sight entering the ER the back way. The ER staff looked at us and I could see they weren't sure what to make of us and what was happening. One of the guards came up to help me maneuver the stroller and the IV pole while a nurse took my daughter and Luke into a room for a second, then took us all into the pediatric ER.

Lukas was so brave. His big brown eyes showed he was scared but he didn't cry and he let the doctor clean off the blood to see about the cut. He needed stitches. Six of them in fact. About this time the local was wearing off and I was in a world of hurt and asked for an ice pack. The doctor was kind enough to get me one and after learning I just had surgery, offered me his chair. I gladly accepted it and ended up having to go back to my room because couldn't take the pain any longer and
I needed pain meds.

When I got back up to the 7th floor, the nurse acted like I had gone AWOL and started to lecture me about being gone so long and walking too much, etc. I explained that my grandson was downstairs in ER getting stitches and I had not been down there on an extended smoke break. In fact I didn't have another cigarette until the next afternoon. Didn't even want one.

When I get back on my feet I am taking Lukas to the toy store where he can pick out a toy for being so brave when he got his stitches. Poor baby!

FYI...Adeline was entirely calm the entire time we were racing down the hallways in her stroller!