When you call the doctor’s office and one of your prompts is for a funeral home, you know you have something going on that’s pretty serious. Option 3 is a real prompt on my lung doctor’s voice mail. Fortunately, I’m not a funeral home nor do I need a funeral home calling on my behalf.
I did see my lung doctor yesterday so we could try to figure out what’s going on with my breathing. For about a week now, my breathing has gotten steadily worse. I now constantly wear my oxygen and have a hard time breathing when I’m up moving around even with the oxygen.
After a chest X-Ray, I was sent to Ft. Sanders for an emergency CT scan. They were concerned I had a blood clot in my lung. If that was the case, they would have immediately admitted me to the hospital. Jack is in town this weekend, so I told them they could admit me but good luck keeping me. Thankfully, there was no blood clot, so there was no need for a skirmish with hospital security while making a grand escape.
Still no news on what’s going on, but they were concerned enough that they kept me for a while before letting me go. While talking to the tech who helped me to my car, it sounds like stuff we already knew about – another tumor in my lung and radiation damage. I should hear from the doctor on Monday.
This oxygen and other help I need remind me of my maternity clothes. During my first pregnancy, I held out until I was about 6 months pregnant before wearing them. Once I gave in and wore maternity pants, I couldn’t believe I let myself be so uncomfortable for the sake of vanity. I immediately had a lot of maternity clothes made that looked decent and were comfortable.
For the longest time, I refused oxygen. When I finally decided to use it, I didn’t do so in public and took it off when someone came to the house. Now, I wear it everywhere I go and couldn’t care less how it looks. I also gave in to a wheelchair on Thursday. I really wanted to go to work, but knew I couldn’t walk all the way to the office or to the bathroom. When I told them my dilemma, they rented a wheelchair for me. What a relief! We also had a lot of fun and a lot of laughs from that wheelchair. I so appreciate the support from everyone at Moxley Carmichael. They’ve been fantastic!
Oxygen and a wheelchair. Guess I’m learning to let vanity take the back seat and take whatever help I need. It sure makes life easier.
As I said before, I have a speaking engagement on Tuesday. Please pray that health problems won’t prevent me from keeping that engagement.
One more thing. I finished my radiation on Tuesday. It was so easy I almost forgot about it. I have a bit of a sore throat, but so far that’s the only side effect I’ve noticed. It will be at least a few weeks before we know how effective the radiation was at knocking out the tumors because it keeps working after it’s administered.
I’ll post again when I have news. For now, I’m going to enjoy some quality time with my precious grandson.
No option 3 for me,