If y'all see Rich roaming the halls

Rob,
Really sorry about your pain level. It’s no fun, but we know you’ll pull through it. Our prayers are for subsidence of the pain, for healing and for what comes next. Hope you can get some rest tonight. We’ll check in tomorrow.
Bob
 
My brother asked how I'm doing and how do I feel including are you in pain.

Yes, I am in extreme pain. From the device that forces open your mouth for an hour or two surgery has my face muscles screaming in pain. Then there's all the teeth extractions.

Each one comes with it's own pain department who think their singular importance outweighs all others. I agree. Each gumhole is sutured closed. Each has their own pain department.

The micro dose of Dilaudid works fine for my throat. The amount of trauma my face just underwent my pain level versus micro dose Dilaudid is akin to a Volkswagen beetle attempting to tow an 18- wheeler fully loaded up Pike's Peak.

My suggestion was to double the dosage for the next 12-16 hours then throttle back to original dose. The first round my muscle relaxer flexeril helped diminish that part of the pain, but delayed my double D two hours until my blood pressure numbers climbed a little.

They did.

So far this strategy combined with using nugget ice to bobsled across the top of my gums has yielded good results.

In a few more weeks I should be able to recreate the bitter beer face.

In three weeks, I should be able to begin my chemo/radiation treatments. Although I'm hurting like hell, I feel great knowing I have crested the hill, and am back down to remission valley.

Now to find out how soon I can add apple juice back into my life.
 
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Rob,
I’m sorry for your pain and know it does you no good for us to say we empathize and have been there, but we have and we do. One good thing about the pain— it makes you know you’re alive :p. I am truly encouraged by your attitude. Praying that the worst is over and your recovery and healing will be downhill from here.
May God bless you fully today.
Bob
 
God almighty, my mouth and jaw muscles are screaming.

On the plus side, each day the pain lessens. I got back on full liquid diet, my taste buds are hypersensitive to tastes now same with my nose. I smell really great, others may not agree. As soon as the foil top opened to the golden liquid, could smell it immediately.

I'm on the downhill side, three weeks from now I finally get to start beating this cancer into submission with chemo/radiation treatments.

Finally my time to kick this bastard to the curb.


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hjames said:
My (younger) brother retired a bit over 2 years ago from running his own garage with 6 bays, near Columbia, Md.
Sold off the biz and, within 6 months, his doctor found his lack of energy was due to 2 kinds of stage 4 cancer!
He started visits to Johns Hopkins in Baltimore for radiation and Chemo and has been making good headway so far.
Leasions on his liver have shrunken or disappeared, and other symptoms are very improved.
We still pray for him - he turns 70 in July ...
Hope and a positive attitude is important, as are prayers from friends and family!
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Sending your kid brother some healing vibes from out here on the south left coast, Heather.
 
mrswakka said:
During one of my hospital stays, they had a counselor come see if I had set up final preparations. I asked like what, she said you know, final resting places, cremation, things like that. I sad cremation was out of the question. Why’s that. I jiggled my gut and said the resulting grease fire would be disastrous.
The look on her face was worth everything.
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This could be a thing. I read about or heard of long ago of a crematorium loading a morbidly obese carcass, fired up the inferno, then commenced to obliterating not only said blubberous carcass but the whole oven & the building housing the operation. Killing the burners had no effect once the "candle" had been lit. Entire operation reduced to rubble.
 
ETLS said:
I alwas take any feral I can adopt to get fixed.

This little bugger was a tough one to catch, and I thought I had him settled enough to trust me to pick his little scrawny ass up.

It was time to get Squirrel fixed, my youngest to that point, when Tiger skeptically came around for groceries, I had picked the little bugger up and was immediately shredded and bitten to the bone on my pinky.

I got him loaded into a carrier, my friend had Squirrel in another one and off we went.


I had them run the full set of tests on Tiger to see what kind of shape he was in, and have him fixed if he was eligible.

While checking in my two charges, the receptionist asked for their names which I replied, "Grey and white is Squirrel, and this one is Tiger.


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"Oh, because of his color?" She asked. "No," I replied, "I watched this little sucker grab a birdy from a distance of 20 feet, then shortly after that got an eagle." Her expression was priceless as her mind pictured the scene, then I said, "Best I've ever managed was a par and a bogey." The waiting room erupted in one hell of a belly roll laughing session.

The poor fella had the leukemia, so I had to put him down and gave him a proper cremation. The little fella got up in my arms and chest making biscuits and purring, while I had the floodgates open until the doc came in for his nap.

Turned out he had all adult teeth, older than we thought but that crap ravaged his little ass.

I'm glad he got to experience an all too brief moment of unconditional love. It was good for me too.






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Cats tend to gravitate to those they know who will care for & love them. God's perfect creations. I have 14 urns holding the 15 who've come & gone over the years, 8 more waiting, in event I survive them. All have found me, never sought them out. Every one had a story, history & personality. If one is cat-friendly, you know that they're worth getting to know.
And those who wish them ill will or harm them are to be avoided at all costs, for they're vexations of the soul & are needlessly consuming valuable resources. Knowing you're one of us warms my heart, wishing we both could blast down a straight cop-free road on our iron horses & hammer some twisties, dragging foot pegs, making a spark show, maybe having to chuck our undies after a close call that we miraculously escape no worse for the wear & down a couple premium broooskies after said ride, if you dont mind riding next to a Triumph cruiser that can easily keep up! We only get one go-around on terra firma that we know of. Some get kicked off with no warning, others not as lucky in the end-of-game lottery & get too much prep time. Hoping & praying your bumpy ride smooths out, the sun shines upon your furry mug & you get in the wind again as weather & your health permits. So hang in there, fight this shiite, kick its ass!
Above all, keep the good attitude & humor, it ain't gonna compromise your mission!
Jerry aka catman :bigok:
 
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eiraved said:
I came across this prayer to be prayed over your situation:

Not by my own might nor by my own power, but by the Spirit of the Lord I come against cancer.
I come against every form and every stage of cancer
Any pain or issues attacking Rob's body will be taken control of by the Kingdom of Heaven.
Our prayers are heard and will bind and cast out every evil spirit attempting to take control.
This cancer has NO place in Rob's body and has NO power over it and it is defeated and removed!
Therefore Father, fill every void left behind with Your presence, Your miracle working power,
Your peace, love, strength, restoration and comfort.
Thank you Jehovah Rapha (“I am the Lord, who heals you”: Exodus 15:26),
we give you all the glory, honor and praise, in Jesus' mighty name, Amen!
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Aaayyymennn!
 
Te-Te said:
I'm concerned, anyone hear from @ETLS ?
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It was a close call my brother. I was rushed back to the hospital, on oxygen, breathing was torturous.

I still had the damn fever. They kept blaming that on the tumor. Blood cultures urine cultures and everything they could think to culture all kept coming back negative.

They had me there for a while, it was a blur but I knew they were missing something. I get a discharge notice, they were once again going to turn me loose, still not any surgery to remove all my teeth for the chemo/radiation treatments.

I filed an immediate appeal and won.

I told them they had not cultured my sputum from my throat.

Bingo!

Staphylococcus Aureus.

This crap is no joke. It beat me down as I began to deal with defeating it. While waiting for the culture results, they put me in the surgery theater to deal with my teeth. My jaw was jacked open for the two hour procedure, did all the extractions, then sent me back to my hospital room.

I would much rather had my hands tied behind my back in the middle of a barroom brawl. I have been home now, I think for six or seven days now.

I am on a 5-4-2 schedule that has been mixed with a ton of sleep between the schedule.

I am on 5 single carton feedings, 4 medicated "swish and spit" stuff that is so nasty I almost vomit, and a twice daily pill crushed, dissolved, and put through my feeding tube.

I start at 8am and finish at 8pm. I have Home HealthCare to help, and thankfully, a good friend to fill in.

Today is the first time I feel like I'm moving up instead of sinking to the bitter depths. Today was productive, my first foray outside, and tomorrow I actually begin my cancer treatments.

My energy has been sapped. I'm down to 170 pounds. I have no muscle mass in my legs, or arms. A toothpick. But I feel great today.

Finally.

I have a suction machine next to me on my bed, ready to suction snot, spit, sputum at a moment's notice. It gets quite a workout daily. I have a nebulizer machine on the table next to my bed for breathing treatments. I have gone through 1000ml tof sterile water in 24 hours twice this week.

My mind is becoming sharp and focused again. That inner strength roaring back to life like smoldering coals with a nice steady breeze stoking them back to life.

Bob's picture was proudly posted to my refrigerator. I look at it and smile. Tomorrow 8:30 I will be at the oncology center for something, hopefully they cut some of this tumor out. I cannot relax my jaw, tumor and tongue keep it open one-half inch.

Tell Rich there's a Squirrel and keep him distracted. I'll see you all tomorrow afternoon.
 
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