What a Difference Two Weeks Makes!

Well thank goodness I had already prepared the 100th blog and only had a few minor changes and edits or most likely there would not have been a blog ready for last week's 100th edition. Let me explain further.

We have been planning a family vacation for some time now and last week was the week! We had booked one beautiful week at a cottage up in the Haliburton Highlands outside the town of Bancroft. We were all looking forward to it, time away from home, getting back to nature and hopefully some time to take our minds off our life circumstance and just relax and maybe get out on the lake. The weeks leading up to the vacation did not look promising as my aches and pains did not provide me with my comfort and we worried that I couldn't make the car ride and the fact that we would be two and half hours away from the larger hospitals. Michelle even asked if we should postpone or cancel but we make the decision to continue on (we could always turn back or come back home if needed), besides there was a small hospital in the town of Bancroft that we could get to. It would be all right, but I knew she was uncomfortable with the plan. We packed up the car (to the brim, I might add) and made our way. Josh and our dog Lily stayed home because he had to work and we knew Lily would add extra stress at the lake. Josh would be joining us later in the week. 

Michelle drove us all up to the cottage and we made it there in record time. I started to get chills and the shakes in the car ride up (thank goodness for Lily's blanket that we found in the back seat) , but it was a very hot day and we had the air conditioner on full tilt, especially so it would reach Jon and Sophie in the back seat.  We didn't think too much of it, because Michelle was also cold in the car, and thought perhaps it was the A/C.  When we arrived, I did what I could to help them unpack the car, but still felt chilled, so I went straight to bed. I kept saying how cold it was in the cottage, but that didn't make sense as Michelle and kids were hot, and did not find the cottage cold at all.  

I developed a high fever on the first night there, but it came down with tylenol and advil.  Michelle and the kids wanted to pack up and go home, if it wasn't for my stubbornness, I think that is what we would/should have done.  But to be honest, I downplayed it, and said we should try to stay. The fever did go down on Tuesday and we spent some lovely time during the day down by the water (although I did spend most of the day in bed too). I was feeling warm Tuesday night, my temp was just under the fever threshold of 38, but clearly something was not right and at 2 am, Michelle had the kids packing up and on standby ready to go.  She had already scoped out the nearest hospital, but again the temp came down hovering around normal, and I wanted to wait. Actually I was adamant that we wait. I did not want to ruin the family trip.  By Wednesday the fever had returned sitting at the threshold of 38 (it was heavily raining and wet), Michelle came into the room and quietly said, we can be packed up and ready to go in 5 mins - I need you home and in Newmarket. Bad things don't just go away, fevers just aren't a symptom to be ignored.  I finally agreed, and we packed up and came home. To be honest, I just wanted to crawl into my own bed.

After consulting with our medical team  we headed to the emergency department as we were getting quite concerned about what was happening. Princess Margaret Hospital was calling ahead to ensure they knew my medical history and that we were coming.  To make a long story short, after spending fourteen hours (that is not misprint, 14 hours - 13 of which were in a chair and crowded in a waiting room in the ER), I was finally admitted to the hospital.  For 1 hr of the wait, we had an exam room with a bed in it, and there was no way Michelle was going to let them kick us out of the room until I was admitted!  We were able to turn the lights down low and I was able to stretch out and have an ice pack, which helped a lot to make me more comfortable while we continued to wait.

They have done a series of tests during that fourteen hours and now that I've been in hospital as well as running a cocktail of antibiotics. The news that we were hoping not to have to hear (for quite a bit longer), were finally being spoken to us. The tumours were continuing to grow.   I would be moving on to palliative care focused on pain management rather than fighting the disease itself any further.

I am still in the hospital for a week now, trying to find the correct combination of painkillers to live as comfortable a life as possible and make sure the antibiotics are fighting the infection.  I want to be at home, and for a long as possible.

As devastating & disappointing as this news is for me and my family, we can still be proud of the battle we gave. Like so my people  before us and so many long after us, it is worthy to try and fight it, there are many medical advances, but cancer is an equally worthy opponent. 

We are now in the process of palliative care and with what this  means for me and us, as a family. In the weeks and hopefully months to come we will shift the focus of our blogs in this direction.

We hope you will join us!

Richard