The latest (but not greatest) news

Chemo on Wednesday was a breeze. I felt fine, only slept a little, went to bed early, and woke up Thursday feeling great. But then I started having abdominal pain that was increasing too fast to be ok and I decided I needed to go to the ER. Adam called a cab and we headed off to Toronto General. By the time we got there, I could barely hold up my head I was in so much pain.

Thankfully, the triage nurse fast-tracked me and I was put in a room right away(ish). I eventually got some morphine (10 mg over half an hour) that took the edge off, but definitely didn’t make the pain go away. I sent Adam home, and called Jessie to fill in for him. She was great — bugging nurses and doctors whenever I needed more pain medication. When the doctor asked what kind of pain I had (stabbing, dull, cramping, etc.) and where it was (lower abdomen, back, upper abdomen, left, right) I told him that I had all the pain types all over my abdomen. He pushed around a bit and discovered I was not fibbing.

A CT scan showed some free fluid and air in my abdomen. Not a good thing. It indicated a perforated bowel. Yaaaaay. 😦 What the surgeons thought happened was that small tumors on the colon responded quickly to the chemo and died off leaving little holes. So I had to go in for emergency surgery. Around 1 a.m. on Friday, I went for surgery to correct the perforations and equip me with a temporary stoma. I’m not having the best time of anything right now.

There is a lot more to get into, but it’s hard to sit up and type in the hospital. I’ll try to give more updates tomorrow. What I can say is that Toronto General is amazing. The care is fantastic, I feel well looked-after, and the nurses and doctors are extremely supportive.

A few people have asked if they can come by. What I am asking is that people call or text to see how I’m doing — it’s hard to feel social when I’m in a lot of pain, so I’m really keeping the number of guests at a minimum. Also, I am requesting that people avoid sending flowers to the hospital — they’re lovely, but there really isn’t much room. I’m not ungrateful, really. Just pragmatic.

I expect to be here for about a week.


About Alicia Louise

I'm a writer, editor, fact checker, storyteller, events organizer, chronically busy yet endlessly lazy, mildly neurotic (though I keep the neuroses well-hidden, one hopes) 32-year-old with recurrent ovarian cancer. I like people and good writing and straight talk. I have a hard time feeling sorry for people, including myself, but the people that I love, I love passionately; one may even say creepily. I try to keep that mostly to myself. I'd like to be charming, but I'm usually just a mess. I'm like a gull slamming into your windshield.
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