Where to begin? Well, let’s start with what was scheduled…
..Thursday 25th, I was always scheduled to have an MRI and CAT scan, tests to see whether the Chemo has been doing the trick. However, life is not scheduled and I arrived at the hospital a lot earlier for my appointments..
As I may have mentioned before, I have what they call here ‘Extra Mural Nurses’ to which visit my house every day. They’ve been visiting everyday to help with the wound, that was the infection on my belly. Wednesday (24th) the nurse came as planned, yet she noticed I wasn’t looking quite right.
Now Spring in Canada, well, where we are in New Brunswick can mean flooding. Many residents are close to rivers and with all the snow melting, and torrential downpours of rain.. Causes flooding. We’ve owned our home since 2012, and last year was the first year we ever had any issues with flooding, to which we thought was freak accident. Sometimes I think, why did we buy a property so close to water, and often think of the bible story of The Wise and Foolish Builders...
Lo and behold our basement flooded again Easter weekend. I busted my ass day and night, with the help of a few friends to try and save the basement (which is fully furnished etc). Eventually it came to a point where we had to call in emergency help. Thus, my body riddled with Cancer etc was exhausted. So the tiredness, soreness etc I thought was just exhaustion from emptying Shopvac buckets day and night. To which I know, I probably should not have been doing. But wouldn’t you try and save your home too? Anyway, I thought the exhaustion was self inflicted, so I was keeping quiet about any symptoms I was carrying… Until the nurse arrived Wednesday.
I was in bed all day Wednesday, I simply did not have the energy to move. So when the nurse saw me lying there, she immediately said I didn’t look well. My wife half jokingly said, that’s how he has looked since the basement flooded. So the nurse took my temperature and it read 103 fahrenheit ( which is about 40 degrees celsius)... Which is apparently high. With no messing around, I was rushed to the hospital immediately. I was naive to the fact the 1) I had a fever. 2) That it was so serious that I had to be rushed to hospital.
So one bonus of having Cancer, I skipped the line up at the ER triage. I was straight in to see the doctor where she immediately ran and ordered tests to be done. Test after test after test, Doctors have yet to find anything wrong with me. However, because they take the fever so seriously, I’m being pumped full of antibiotics which isn’t agreeing with me. Not agreeing with me in the sense that one of the common side effects is 💩💦💦.. Which isn’t much fun at all.
So it’s now Friday, I was hoping to be set free by now, but I’m yet to see a doctor to give me the green light.
The scheduled CAT and MRI scans, I’ll know the results of when I speak to my Oncologist on the 30th. I’m looking forward to hearing some good news, but at the same time I’m bracing myself for anything. This whole journey, is like a rollercoaster. It has its ups and downs, and just like a rollercoaster, well any decent rollercoaster, you need to brace yourself for anything!