Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Dear Friends, Trusted Colleagues, Family, and Fans of Me!
I call this “WTF? Are you kiddin’ me?”
The tale I am about to tell you is true. None of the details
I am about to share are fabricated. (Although once you read them, like me, you
would wish they were).
Many of you know that I did not feel well in the weeks
leading up to Spring break (should the S be capitalized?): low-grade
fever, dry cough, chills, night sweats. I continued to show up to work because
it kept me focused, positive-minded, and happy. The fevers were responsive to
Tylenol/Ibuprofen. Dr. Zu, my oncologist, was in China visiting family for
three weeks. (I scolded him for choosing this time to take his trip).
Upon his return, he advised that we rule out any cancer
involvement and, because my quarterly scan was due, decided to see what the
scan revealed. I had the scan on March 25th. By this time, however,
my fevers were no longer low-grade, and I left school on Monday the 24th –
my birthday! - with a fever of 103.3. The scan on the 25th showed no
cancer involvement, but clearly showed that I had pneumonia. Christine
and I breathed a sigh of relief. While I try live each day with positivity and
a joie-de-vivre, I must admit that I struggled during this time to do so and
retreated into a somber shell, depressed and full of angst.
Dr. Zu prescribed a standard, broad spectrum oral antibiotic
over the course of 5 days to treat the pneumonia. I started the antibiotic
regimen on March 25th. I planned to use break to rest, recover my
strength, and return to work. Christine and I felt better emotionally because
we had a course of action and I was looking forward to finally feeling better
physically.
Unfortunately, the antibiotic did not work. The high
fevers, while responsive to Tylenol/Ibuprofen, did not dissipate. A fever of
102 on Friday, the 4th, prompted Zu to hospitalize me for a round of
IV antibiotics. An x-ray confirmed that I still had pneumonia in my left
lung. My pneumonia, however, did not respond despite the intense
antibiotic regimen.
Enter the infectious disease specialist. Because of the
unusual presentation of my symptoms – pneumonia typically has a much more rapid
onset- he believed that I had contracted a resistant, funky, unusual strain of
pneumonia. The metaphor he used (and if you’re not sure what a metaphor is, see
one of our great English teachers) is that pneumonia is like getting hit
by a car and breaking your legs: while the car (strain) keeps going, your legs
are still broken (pneumonia). The goal, then, became identifying the strain.
There are standard ways to identify a strain including blood
analysis, urinalysis, psychoanalysis – well, maybe not that last one. These all
revealed nothing. Another way is identification through antibiotic. If a
particular antibiotic mitigates fever, etc. then, by default, it is a
particular strain. While the antibiotics helped a bit, they did not knock
down my fevers.
Enter the pulmonologist. (This part will keep you riveted, I
promise). In order to get closer to the infection, he recommended an
endoscopy. This involves going into the lung to grab sputum and some tissue (it
would have been so much easier if I had a productive cough). Hearing the word
“biopsy” on Sunday threw me for a tailspin. (I was reassured that it meant
grabbing tissue for analysis).
The pulmonologist performed the endoscopy on Monday, the 7th.
If you are squeamish, you may want to skip this part. Under conscious sedation,
the lung guy went into my left lung through my nostril, used a brush to sample
some sputum, took some tissue for biopsy, and flushed out the lung. Let me say
that I was more conscious during this process than I would have liked.
I should add here that the attendants during this process
were awesome. The lung guy was 30 minutes later to the procedure than planned,
so Jonas and I rapped about the music on his “I” Device. From the Philippines,
Jonas grew up listening to American music. I know my music trivia.
The scope itself was unremarkable (this is a good
thing). The results of the scope won’t be known for a few days.
My medical team decided that it would be best to send me
home to await the scope results and that I could manage fevers just as easily
at home. Yeah! (I should note that while I still have fevers, I am having
fewer). My discharge was planned, for Tuesday, the 8th, barring
anything crazy.
In anticipation of my discharge, I asked the nurse if could
shower (yes, they do allow that). So I ambulated to the shower area and hopped
into the shower. I was suddenly overcome with dizziness, steadied myself best I
could, and then found myself on the floor of the shower in a pool of blood,
having fainted. In addition to whacking my ribs, I had nasty lacerations
on my forehead and chin.
So, they rolled me down to the ER where I received 18
stitches: 10 on my forehead a la Harry Potter and 8 on my chin.
I then had a CT scan to rule out any head trauma and an
x-ray to rule out broken ribs, which they did.
Once the admitting doctor reviewed these tests, he agreed
that it was okay for me to go home.
I am home…..
Hopefully, the results of the scope will be known soon.
Meanwhile, I am happy to be home with Christine, albeit sore and dazed and
confused.
I do want to add that my roommate during my stay, Maris, did
not have a single visitor the entire time I was there. Maris, 65, had a
bad reaction to his radiation and chemo, and was in a lot of pain. While
I would not wish the last few weeks of my life on anyone, I had the love and
support of my beautiful wife, family, friends and colleagues. I am
greatly saddened that Maris appeared to be alone. (This really tears at me).
Christine and I plan on visiting him.
Thank you for being part of my life. I hope to be back
soon.
With love, respect, and humility,
Andrew