Thankfully, I had a better night sleep last night. Maybe I was too warm with both the sheet and a blanket over me. Last night, I just slept with the sheet over me. Who knows?

Breakfast delivered and I was wondering where my morning medications were. I had an agency nurse looking after me overnight, or some kind of nurse as she wasn’t wearing the navy blue scrubs the RAH nurses wear and was wearing a completely different uniform altogether. A morning shift nurse from the ward came in after breakfast with my meds and my blood thinner injections.

This morning has been an extremely burpy and feeling spewy kind of day with no matter what I eat. Even the Gaviscon didn’t take effect on it. It was a morning of feeling slightly rough.

Of course it passed when my Doctor, Dr Litwin and his students came by but I did tell him about it though. My dr mentioned that they haven’t forgotten about finding somewhere for me to go once I leave the hospital, they are still working on it. He also mentioned speaking with the Oncology Team again about Immuno treatments and chemo again. It’s still not a cure for my cancer but treatment only.

This afternoon I was feeling better thank goodness.

I know I’m on the discharge list as I’ve heard the nurses talking but the hospital still has a duty of care to place me somewhere suitable because of my ongoing health issues, not just my cancer.

The Frusomide injections is definitely working today in making me pee and removing some of the excess fluid on my right leg.

The antibiotics for the infection in my leg has been stopped too by my doctor today.

I’m also glad that the hospital is serious about the prevention of DVT’s blood clots in the legs as well because they know that cancer loves clotting blood, so one of the reasons for being on a high dose of blood thinners, injected into my stomach, twice a day.

Time to wind down and put my phone on charge now.

Until next time

Kaye

Sunday is a quiet day here in hospital.

This morning it rained and the first thing I knew about it was the droplets of water from the window.

The cannula in my right wrist, as that was the only place the nurse on Friday could find a good vein, that gave up the ghost this morning and had to be removed and a new one is in the crook of my right elbow. Neither are ideal places to insert a cannula as they were inserted in a joint but you got to go where there is good vein access. I absolutely refuse to have needles and cannula’s inserted into the back of my hands and I don’t care how good my veins are there as they are my no go areas. Being in my 50’s, I’ve gotten “old lady hands” and the skin is thinning there. The last time a doctor inserted a cannula in the back of my hand, while I was in hospital last year at Flinders Hospital, it hurt like you wouldn’t believe and it didn’t last, the vein blew, so no thank you, we are not going through that again.

Antibiotics, Frusomide, is still needed, so it’s all the good things through the cannula, rather than tablets.

Watched the church service from Waypoint Uniting Parafield Gardens this morning online. It was a great service. I wish the pastor Barry, and his wife Kelly, a well deserved break as Barry goes on long overdue long service leave until July. He was meant to go on long service leave back in 2020 but then Covid appeared and no one was going anywhere except from one room to another in our homes.

Had a rubbish night sleep last night after falling asleep around 10pm and waking up at 1 something and not being able to fall asleep again, so an afternoon nap was what I needed and I had a good afternoon nap.

I hope for a better night of sleep tonight. 

Until next time

Kaye

While talking with one of my Doctor’s from my medical team, when you hear the words, “palliative treatment”, you know that there are no options for any operations to prolong life as your body with all its pre-existing serious medical conditions wouldn’t tolerate it. Then when you get informed that you only have months to live, that is something else but you know what? I’m at peace with all that. I could be all woe is me, why me? and all the rest of it but it doesn’t change the final result. So I make the choice of just taking each new day I have and enjoy the life I have left, the best I can.

Last night, I couldn’t sleep, too many thoughts going through my head as my brain was catching up and recapping everything that has been overloading it these last two weeks. Then I thought about who I can leave things to? I thought about life, God, things I may still want to cross off my bucket list. I even thought about funerals and what I would like to have… nothing over the top, just something simple with maybe a cremation and my ashes spread somewhere I love. So many thoughts were rattling around in my mind.

This morning, I had 2 former workmates visiting me. That was a good catch up, even if it was interrupted by the physio wanting me to do my little walk and a few leg exercises.

This afternoon was supposed to be a biopsy on my thyroid as the recent ultrasound had shown a nodule in my left side which needed further investigation to determine if it is something new, connected with the existing cancer, or nothing to worry about at all. For this to happen, they need someone from pathology there to see the biopsy happen in real time to ensure that there has been enough of a sample taken, by jabbing a thin needle in the neck and taking the sample with the needle but there was a miscommunication between departments and I was bumped until tomorrow as they had overbooked 3 different patients for a 2pm biopsy. I said that I don’t like needles, I’m currently a black and blue pin cushion right now being on a high dose of blood thinning injections as I’ve had blood clots in the past and am on blood thinners for the rest of my life as it is. So they decided to only do the biopsy once as I’m needlephobic. So tomorrow, it is.

Just had one of my wonderful doctor’s from the hospital visit me on her way home as she has been trying for over a week to get a hospital psychologist to come and see me and have a talk with me as she knows I’ve had a pretty tough 3 years with my medical conditions alone and they keep bumping me. It seems, and I do understand this, I really do, it’s the fact that I’m not thinking about doing myself in, they won’t prioritise. She assured me that a psychologist will see me at the end of the week as she is advocating for me and everything I’m going through doesn’t make it any less to deal with.

This afternoon, I had a visit from a couple of former neighbours who are full of faith for God and at the end of their visit, they prayed for me. Blessings to them both.

Time to get the things done, like organise a will. I asked 3 of my cousin’s if they would be executor’s of my will and told them to think it over as it is a huge responsibility. It also gives me time to think who gets what, what gets donated to charity and those kind of things that need to be thought about.

Time for me to organise my thoughts.

Until next time

Kaye