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| He loves some hospital socks...what he will do for them! |
Sometimes we all have emergency's. I hate that word. After Keaton's party we got home and climbed into bed. It was a typical night, filled with some pain. About 3 or 4 am Rich started to get chest pains. I can't even express how bad they are. He endured that pain for literally 9 hours before declaring an emergency room was necessary. It is hard to be the wife, and nurse. The balance is the hard part. I don't want to be mom, but I also don't want him to be dumb (love you honey) and not get help when he needs it. Awhile back he had the same intense chest pain. We actually rushed to the ER and they found nothing, other than the cancer... and then of course you are billed out the wazoo. So this time around he didn't want to go because he felt it would be a waste of time and money. However, I think he forgot about the liquid friend he made there, morphine!! It was a long, hard night. I called Huntsman later that morning ( I pulled the sneaky card) and talked to his nurse about everything that has been going on. They were unable to get him into their acute unit today so she told me to take him to the local ER, they needed to rule out his heart and she also felt his body needed pain meds to rest. Funny thing, after I hung up I got a text from him telling me it would be ok for me to call Huntsman. I knew he would see it my way. :) I guess after nine hours of heart attack pain he was seeing more clearly. So we went. We were there about 4 or 5 hours. Morphine was better than chocolate! I wish we could bring that stuff home with us, in liquid form. His EKG came back splendid. His scans showed no blood clots, which was what they were thinking may had been causing the pain. It did show that his cancer has been growing. But here is the thing, we have no idea how much. They do not have access to Huntsman scans, so they were going off of the September scan.... and we knew it had grown some since then. So they can't tell us how much is has grown. Could it be gigantic? I guess. Could it be about the same as the May 22nd scan, yep! So other than talking about treatments to do we aren't really stressing over it. Stress isn't our friend and won't help anyway. We both just feel that this genepic isn't working and
we would like to switch treatment again. Luckily we still have options, so no need to cry, spit, scream, or yada yada. Options are good. I am ready to find the right treatment for him, I know it is out there. I just hate the process of elimination. Also, the ER Dr. did mention that people with issues such as a bad gallbladder can come in with only pain in the upper back and shoulder. So his pancreas tumor most likely is to blame for the pain.. not an exposed nerve or pinched nerve like we had started to think. Friday he goes in to his pain Dr. at Huntsman and next week he will go back in and see his amazing nurses and his doc to figure out where we are going from here. :) Before we left the ER today I asked them to give him one more dose of the good stuff. It made him feel pretty good. Can you believe that straight from the ER we went to his hair appointment. After that I took him to get a treat, a Lucy's cupcake!
His diet has been so strict and he has such a sweet tooth... I had to do it. Besides it looks like he will be coming off genepic. Although he will still limit his sugar, he deserved a treat! After that we went to DINNER. Yep, we went out to eat. TGIFRIDAYS was verdelish. The pain came back around dinner time, and he still has it now. Although it is manageable right now. If I have to pay to get the good stuff, in liquid form, for my house, I will. :) You would too! Once we got home we climbed into bed. We watched a show and have just been chatting it up. We are in good spirits. NO need to feel sorry for us, or our situation. If anything, I would love prayers that he finds pain relief and the right treatment for him. OH! I almost forgot, when I got home my niece Heather Bear had brought me some pretty flowers from her yard, and a way thoughtful card. Sweet treat to come home to. Thanks Heather Bear, we love you!!
Sometimes we all have emergency's. I hate that word. After Keaton's party we got home and climbed into bed. It was a typical night, filled with some pain. About 3 or 4 am Rich started to get chest pains. I can't even express how bad they are. He endured that pain for literally 9 hours before declaring an emergency room was necessary. It is hard to be the wife, and nurse. The balance is the hard part. I don't want to be mom, but I also don't want him to be dumb (love you honey) and not get help when he needs it. Awhile back he had the same intense chest pain. We actually rushed to the ER and they found nothing, other than the cancer... and then of course you are billed out the wazoo. So this time around he didn't want to go because he felt it would be a waste of time and money. However, I think he forgot about the liquid friend he made there, morphine!! It was a long, hard night. I called Huntsman later that morning ( I pulled the sneaky card) and talked to his nurse about everything that has been going on. They were unable to get him into their acute unit today so she told me to take him to the local ER, they needed to rule out his heart and she also felt his body needed pain meds to rest. Funny thing, after I hung up I got a text from him telling me it would be ok for me to call Huntsman. I knew he would see it my way. :) I guess after nine hours of heart attack pain he was seeing more clearly. So we went. We were there about 4 or 5 hours. Morphine was better than chocolate! I wish we could bring that stuff home with us, in liquid form. His EKG came back splendid. His scans showed no blood clots, which was what they were thinking may had been causing the pain. It did show that his cancer has been growing. But here is the thing, we have no idea how much. They do not have access to Huntsman scans, so they were going off of the September scan.... and we knew it had grown some since then. So they can't tell us how much is has grown. Could it be gigantic? I guess. Could it be about the same as the May 22nd scan, yep! So other than talking about treatments to do we aren't really stressing over it. Stress isn't our friend and won't help anyway. We both just feel that this genepic isn't working and 
we would like to switch treatment again. Luckily we still have options, so no need to cry, spit, scream, or yada yada. Options are good. I am ready to find the right treatment for him, I know it is out there. I just hate the process of elimination. Also, the ER Dr. did mention that people with issues such as a bad gallbladder can come in with only pain in the upper back and shoulder. So his pancreas tumor most likely is to blame for the pain.. not an exposed nerve or pinched nerve like we had started to think. Friday he goes in to his pain Dr. at Huntsman and next week he will go back in and see his amazing nurses and his doc to figure out where we are going from here. :) Before we left the ER today I asked them to give him one more dose of the good stuff. It made him feel pretty good. Can you believe that straight from the ER we went to his hair appointment. After that I took him to get a treat, a Lucy's cupcake!
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