Chest Port Surgery and 2nd chemo treatment! (1/31/2011)

Yes, it is another surgical procedure, but I am finally getting the PICC line out of my arm so I am happy!!!!

This contraption was added so that they could utilize the PICC line for my chest port surgery before removing it.   I thought it looked kinda cool!

And here is my precious Mama.   She was right there with me, as always.  I love you, Mama!   What is that black brace on her arm, you ask?   Well, that is a brace helping her to heal from breaking her wrist at Christmas.  Ah, and I will be posting more about that later.  She was such a trooper.  We were a pair during this time, let me tell you!!!  :)

The finished product pre-chemo.   I had the surgical procedure in the morning and went for chemo that afternoon.   The surgeon, Dr. Brown, had already accessed the port during surgery and covered it so that it would be stable for my second treatment (the first with the chest port).  You can see in between the bandages a little purple line.   That purple line is the catheter which runs from my chest just below my collar bone/clavicle up into my jugular vein and then continues onto just above the opening to my heart.

This is me, my new chest port and hooked up to my chemo.   Again, another long day. 

PICC LINE for first chemo treatment! (1/17/2011 Martin Luther King Day)

My PICC line in my right arm.  Because there is a long wait for my chest port surgery, I had to get a PICC line in my right arm for my first chemo treatment.   Trust me, having had both now.......if you find yourself in a similar circumstance and having to make a choice between a PICC line or a chest port-------CHOOSE THE CHEST PORT!!!!  The PICC line has to be flushed with heparin daily and the dressing has to be changed weekly.   The chest port (once the incision has healed) had to be flushed with heparin and saline monthly, it is inside located your body so nothing hanging out that you have to worry about snagging on something and you can bathe without fear of getting it wet and causing an infection.

The PICC line was located on my right arm on the medial side of my arm just above the elbow.  It was perfectly positioned so that my "right girl" constantly hit it.  To say that it was a challenge is an understatement, but I persevered.   I only had the PICC line for two weeks but it seemed like much longer than that.  Needless to say, when I see a poor soul with one in the ATC Unit (where I receive my chemo at MDACC), I feel the need to talk with them and let them know that someone else knows what they are going through!

My first chemo.  I think this pic says it all.   ICK.  This pic was actually taken at the hospitalaity gathering place on the second floor where families and cancer patients get coffee and cookies and set a spell.  There are chairs, recliners and couches there.  You can always tell who the cancer patients are  because we occupy most of the recliners and couches.  I was so sick with my first chemo, I actually laid down on a couch in front of probably 100 people and countless people walking by gaping.....and I didn't care.   I couldn't have cared less if I was being stared at or not.  That was a long day, indeed.

Here is the PICC line is all it's glory!!  There were two lines on it just in case one was not enough for the medication and treatment.  the little purple airplane looking thingee is the catheter which was threaded into my deep vein my arm up around my shoulder and down to just above the opening to my heart.  The catheter looked like it was two feet long.  It was purple too.  I told the nurses that I was an SFASU student and that our school color was purple!!  GO JACKS!!    Anyway, you can see how this would be terribly uncomfortable.  You have heard the old saying, "This too shall pass."   Well, it did, happily, it did.  :)

THE DEMON BED!!!!!!!!!

After surgery and after getting to my room, I was settling into my hospital bed and getting used to my pain pump of which I loved.....this beautiful invention of a pain pump of which I could self administer my pain meds through my i.v. every eight minutes by simply pushing a button.  Had great nurses and hospital staff on that night that were very attentive.  My mother was with me and ready for the long haul.  Awesome right?

My surgeons were more than happy with the outcome of my surgery and even more happy with my progress after surgery.  They couldn't believe how well I came through the surgery and how I well I was recovering after surgery.  Again......awesome right???

It only took about 30 minutes to realize that I was laying on A DEMON BED!!!!!!!

This bed actually either inflated or deflated at specific points up and down my entire body EVERY FIVE SECONDS.   I am not kidding......every FIVE seconds.  There are 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour and 24 hours in one day.  I spent five days in the hospital which means, this demon bed actually inflated and deflated enough times to make any sane person crazy!!!  No, I didn't get bed sores but I could've easily shot this bed if I had had  a gun!!!  Yes, I said it!   :)

Every time I had to get up to use the bathroom (which was often because of all of the i.v. fluids going into me), I had to push and pull myself up to the side of the bed. which even with the help of my Mama, took me almost a half a minute to a minute to negotiate. What did the Demon Bed do each and EVERY time I did this, you ask?   Well, let me tell you.  It would inflate and deflate in all the wrong places.   You could hear it inflating and deflating as if it was taking great pleasure in torturing me!!  HAHA   Trust me, it wasn't funny at the time, at least to me.  I think my Mama and the nurses got a kick out me and the Demon Bed from time to time.   :)    

Sufficith to say, I was never so glad to get out of that Demon Bed and come home.  I even took a picture of that bed for posterity's sake.  You will see that in my pics from the colosn resection surgery.  

The colon resection surgery......AAARRRGGGHHHH!!! (Surgery 12/6/2010)

Pre-surgery

Mama and me, pre-surgery

Oh my!  Right after surgery.  I was hurting and high as a kite.

You can really see me in the stratosphere here!  :)

OWWEEE!  That there is 27 staples, in my tummy, folks!  YIKES!!!!

These are the lovely compression pumps I had to wear on my legs after surgery.    Coupled with the demon bed and it's antics........it was an experience! 

The Demon Bed.    This thing caused me so much anxiety and frustration during my hospital stay..........YOU JUST DON'T KNOW!!!!!  Hated this thing with a passion, so much so that I called maintenance to come disconnect electricity from it but they refused.   There will be a longer post about this torture device later.   :)

The second i.v.   The first one blew my vein and had to be replaced.  Ouch!  Notice the band-aid on the back of my hand.  This was the location of my first i.v.    Question:  When  you have been cut above the belly button down to your pubic bone through skin, fat, muscle and other soft tissue to get to your colon and then stitched inside and stapled outside back together, do you know what parts of your body you use most and the most pressure is applied each and every time you try to move???   That is right, your hands.   Why on God's green earth the nurse put the i.v. in my hand, I will  never know.  Obviously, she was just preparing me for surgery and not thinking past it to recovery.   Needless to say, when it busted the vein and a big knot starting coming up on the back of my hand (the i.v. fluid leaking into my arm), I freaked out.  So, you now see the second location of the i.v.   This was so much better!!  Never had another problem with it after that!

I AM ALIVE!  I MADE IT!!!!  I am more with the world here.  :)  Just so happy to be alive.  Thank you, God!

Me prancing around the GI surgery floor on my Delottid and pain pump in my stomach.  Yeah, I was in pain but not a whole lot UNTIL the meds stopped.  Then, OMG!!  I know, I am absolutely post-surgery gorgeous.   Look at my pink houseshoes coupled with my compression stockings.  They really set off my hospital gowns!!!    Don't hate me because I am beautiful!  HAHA 

It is funny, the other surgical patients and I would "race" each other in our nurse directed "walks" around the surgical floor.  If you could have been a fly on the wall!!!!   We were literally like snails.  But, under the circumstances that some of us found ourselves, dealing with a newly diagnosed cancer and surgery, well, let's just say, the "races" and the laughter that insued was priceless and it and the people I met during that time will never be forgotten by me.     One man in particular comes to mind......he had just had pancreatic surgery for yes, you guessed it, pancreatic cancer.  He was hurting badly.  Wasting away due to nausea and vomiting.  I asked him if he wanted to "race".  He looked at me like I was absolutely a nut and said to me "NO, I don't want to race."   So, I told him to let me know if he changed his mind, smiled and walked away.   I saw my nurse and starting chatting with him since Delottid is a wonderful social drug!  I was Ms. Social Butterfly of the GI Surgical floor that week!  HAHA   I had stopped talking with my nurse when I saw Mr. Pancreatic Cancer round the corner going about .1 miles per hour.   It took him a good minute to get to where I was standing.  As he approached me, his disapproving look from before had all but vanished and a mischevious smile replaced it!!!  He stopped only for a brief moment and whispered in my ear, "Ok, NOW I want to race!", and he took off like a bat out of hell which after a GI surgery is about .1 mph!!!!  The race was on!!!!  We laughed and giggled and tried to out "run" each other.   Smiles were abounding if only for a few minutes.   I had made a friend.  That was the only time we had the opportunity to "race."   The day after his door remained closed the whole day.  On one of my many "walks" I stopped his wife and inquired about his condition.  "He isn't doing well,"  she said.  His health was declining and when I was discharged, he was very near death from what I gathered.  I said a  prayer for him and his family.  He couldn't have been more than mid-fifties if that.  For a moment, we shared smiles, joy, laughter and fun.  I will never forget him or what we shared.  I consider him one of my many MDACC Angels! 

My precious Mama, Alti/Toni, after a VERY long week in the hospital.  She NEVER left my side.  I love her so very much!!!  Believe me, I am not the best patient either!!  Thank you, Mama!!!!!

Finally, going home.  Now the recovery really begins minus 24 hour i.v. pain meds. 

This was a little glimpse of the colon resection surgery via pics.  More later.