Yesterday I got confirmation from a very competent clinician that my infection has been eradicated. Or, if you prefer the military analogies, the Vancomycin troops with the help of the White Swarm Defence Agency have ended the attempted takeover of the Left Arm.
Dr. Portnoy, the infectious diseases doctor and very competent clinician also said that I could stop the antibiotics that were killing me. Part of the reason me going to see him was for him to give the okay. Thank God he did.
I also saw my oncologist today and he said that if my fever stopped spiking for 48 hours and that there was nothing else untoward happening, that I could safely start my chemo on Thursday. Same thing from the internal medicine resident. But I declined and decided to put it off a week. My mind can't handle all that stuff happening at once.
So I get a week off, with nothing in my arms but a stupid clot.
That's good to hear!
Yes, very glad to hear you are back in good health.
Well thank goodness for that! Geez. Now you can calmly go back to "normal". Sheesh.
Man, what a rollercoaster ride you're on. Glad to hear you're over that hump.
I forgot to mention that even though I ate everything offered in the hospital and ate like a king last weekend, I was 180 pounds as of Tuesday morning. I haven't been that light since I was 18. Put another way, I was 28 pounds lighter than I was at the end of March. Must have been that hospital food.
Fighting a severe infection in a drawn out manner like you did, burns an immense amount of calories due to fever raising the body's temp - that was most likely the cause of pounds dropping.
So... just you and a clot now, eh? Amazing how just one vowel change can make such a difference to experience.
Glad you are OK...
thanks for keeping us posted!