I have lived another day and feel strong enough to write in my blog again. The last time I did was two weeks ago tomorrow. I was so week at that time it took all I could do to just sit up at the computer and write. It was a day after I had come home from my last chemo treatment. The whole week I just kept getting sicker and weaker. My body was not functioning and by Saturday I was running a fever.
So in the afternoon Jan ran me to the University of Utah Emergency Room. I was admitted after nearly waiting two hours. I could hardly walk and had no idea what was going on or how bad my condition was. I remained there for several hours and they were not able to improve my condition and I was admitted to Huntsman Cancer Hospital.
I knew I was sick and if I ate anything it was through my system within 20 minutes. Then Sunday they came to me and told me that my white blood cell count was at zero and they needed to do a CT scan. They did the CT scan and told me the results were that I had an ulcer in my colon and they were going to start feeding me with an IV.
The next thing I knew the nurses came into my room and told me I was going to get two units of blood. I asked why and they said I had no white blood cells and my red blood cells were low and diminishing. I ask why I what was happening. They said they were trying to find out why and started my two units of blood. After the two units I felt stronger and could talk for the first time. . I had been so week my voice was gone and I could on speak in whispers.
The next morning I was weak again and could hardly talk, my white blood cell count was back to zero and my red blood cell count was very low. I started feeling a loss of hope and truly did not know if I would leave the hospital alive. They gave me two more units of blood I felt better the next morning my white blood cell count was at 300 in needed to be at 1,500 this was a slight improvement considering the four units of blood I had received. The following day for some unknown reason I was at 2,800 and the next day my white blood cell count was at 6,600.
I came home still having issues with my stomach and this is my greatest challenge with the cancer being in my digestive system. I know the reason I am still here is because of all the prayers that have been offered on my behalf. I cannot thank you all enough. I am so thankful to Jan and all she going through just trying to do all she needs to do and then all her work in taking care of me. Years ago she said Dale can you take care of me and I told her she could take better care of herself than I ever could. But deep down inside I wanted to say yes but did not know what that would mean. Well I never thought she would be in a position of being my care taker. I want to thank all who have been taking care of me friends who take care of the yard, those who bring food in, those who clean the house and most of all those who for one week came and gave of their time taking care of me and watching me so that I would not fall again. I love you all and your unselfish service has not gone unnoticed and is a blessing thank you for the phone calls also.
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