Big day done, bigger day coming up

I was so dreading the chemical stress test! My late mother said she’d rather die than go through another one. And it was highly unpleasant… but only for about five minutes or so. I expect that Mother’s heart was in much worse shape than mine, when she went through it. I had no chest pain, no severe panic, or effects other than breathlessness and a very uncomfortable (full? hot? cold? Hard to describe) feeling in my muscles. There was an echocardiogram first, then another imaging involving a radioactive substance via IV and a camera that circled my upper abdomen. The tech had no name for the type of imaging when I asked. Then the chemical stressor was injected through the IV. I was already hooked up for an EKG, along with blood pressure monitor (BP very high, as usual for me in a medical setting) and then there was imaging again 20 minutes later. Before the last imaging, they gave me a cup of black coffee — my choice of caffeine source — which seemed counter-intuitive to me, but which they assured me would help my blood vessels readjust and make me feel better. True. Nice that they also brought Sweetie a cup of coffee in the waiting room. He’s always there with and for me.

The administering physician asked me about my cancer and the circumstances, and opined that I was very fortunate that my adenocarcinoma had been caught at stage 3 — that often they go to stage 4 before discovery: too late, really, for treatment. (Many thanks again to my pulmonologist!) She wished me well in the surgery, and from that I’d gather that the test results were good. I get the official results in a couple of days.

When we got home I immediately took a long nap, then had some lunch and called my dad (who is doing well at home), and took another long nap.

So: I’m scheduled for major lung surgery – a lobectomy, removal of the upper lobe of my right lung – on Thursday 1/17. My oncologist thinks that there is likely little or no malignancy left in the mass in that lobe: mostly dead tissue which shouldn’t be left there.

Surgery will be way too early in the morning, and I’ll be in the hospital for 3-4 days afterwards, then recovering at home for a month or two. If all goes well, I’ll then be cancer-free.

And my show with Chuck Haupt at Cooperative Gallery 213 is coming up in March!

6 thoughts on “Big day done, bigger day coming up

  1. Once again, you go, girl!! You have that positive attitude you need for this!! Sharon

    On Fri, Jan 11, 2019 at 4:40 PM GreenBoat Studio wrote:

    > greenboat posted: “I was so dreading the chemical stress test! My late > mother said she’d rather die than go through another one. And it was highly > unpleasant… but only for about five minutes or so. I expect that Mother’s > heart was in much worse shape than mine, when she wen” >

  2. Good luck with the surgery. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m the person from oil painting who had fibromyalgia, and 💘 your oil painting ( i think it’s called moon watcher)of the woman sculpture at night with the deer in front. My mom had been where you are only she had breast cancer. Also I would love to go to your show in March. I would love some more information about it. Janice Norton

  3. Wow! I didn’t know Glenda. Last I remember they said you had pneumonia . I certainly hope and pray that all goes well for you.

  4. It’s a brutal ordeal, but it does seem as though each phase has gone as well as it could have! No reason to think the next won’t do the same.
    Whew…you’re really overcoming this thing in record time, I’ll bet, though I’m sure it doesn’t *feel* quick!

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