Post by Ambrienne on Sept 17, 2017 22:35:22 GMT -5
I can't remember where I left off in the last thread, but... ::sighs:: it's just one thing after another.
After dad's surgery for the bowel obstruction, he got to go home. When his post op appointment with the surgeon to have the staples removed came about...
One of the points along the incision decided to make a hole. I, er, got to learn the skills needed to pack/bandage the wounds. I think the doctor thought I was going to pass out or something 'cause he kept asking me if I felt all right. If I was going to, it wasn't from the sight of blood, though I find it to be far from my favorite thing. We'd been there a while in the office, so it was a combination of stress, trying to remember everything I was seeing so that I could do it right, and probably low blood sugar.
Anyway, during the successive post op visits, his body did lovely things like rejecting the sutures (those suckers that are supposed to dissolve naturally but his body was having none of it). Eventually they made an outpatient surgery follow up to cut the rest of that stuff out.
Sometime before that, I woke up one morning, blew my nose and ::bam:: blood everywhere. So, I yelled for help as I ran to the bathroom sink. The blood was, well... gushing out of my nose. I spent the next three plus hours doing the nose pinch with a plastic container under my face. When it finally stopped, I looked in the mirror, and it was like something out of a horror show. Dad told me the next day, that he was glad we didn't try to go to the hospital, because he thought I would have bled out on the way.
And since then? Well... I'm taking over the counter allergy meds now to help keep my nose fluid enough so that I don't risk blowing it hard enough to start a repeat event. And no, I didn't go see a doctor.
Btw, while that nose bleed was going on? My blood pressure was actually in a fairly normal range. Bizarre, yes?
Anyway... now to the next issue.
So, my dad has thought he's had a rather normal problem that you use cream like Preparation H to treat (don't ask me to spell that word I'm referring to right now; my brain can't take it). He thought that all that time in the hospital had maybe agitated the problem or that it was cancer, so he called his gastro doctor. Doctor's initial response: I did that colonoscopy on you last November and didn't find anything. There's no way something would develop that quickly.
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Can I make that guy eat his words? I will explain later.
Okay, so we were working on the former assumption, and said doctor said that this type of thing should clear up on its own. It didn't. Their next thing was some suppository medicine that was supposed to do something. PFffft.
Anyway, there were other things going on, too, but let's just cut to the chase. Dad went to his GP for a referral for infrared coagulation. So, that appointment gets made, we go there, and... that doctor says... that's a mass of tissue, not, etc. Blah, blah... You need to go see a colo/rectal surgeon.
We get referred to somebody across the river, because the guy that used to be on our side of the river retired a few years ago. They did a biopsy, and... yup. It's cancer.
I'm a little confused, Mr. Gastro guy. Didn't you say his colonoscopy was clean last November? Even though he was bleeding a little back then? And you found... nothing?
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I wonder if anyone's bothered to send that guy the info so that he can know that he, well, royally messed up.
Currently, he's had a few tests, they even pulled a fast one on us for one of the tests and sent us to a hospital for it which I heard dad told the person scheduling it that he specifically did NOT want to go to. Because, well, parking sucks. You have to pay for it and walk a long way to get to where you're going.
And on top of that, the guy they sent us to there? We found out afterwards that he's not part of the freaking insurance plan my dad's on.
Somebody shoot me. Please.
And yeah, that's where we're at now. My dad may or may not have another surgery to remove whatever that it because a CT scan has shown that there is some spread to the nodes. Most likely there will be radiation treatment. I don't know how serious this really is, but since none of the doctors had had what I call a 'super blank/denial' look on their faces, I'm going to say that they're thinking it's treatable and not an end all. That help my nerves a little but, well, I'm still pretty stressed anyway. Bleh.
After dad's surgery for the bowel obstruction, he got to go home. When his post op appointment with the surgeon to have the staples removed came about...
One of the points along the incision decided to make a hole. I, er, got to learn the skills needed to pack/bandage the wounds. I think the doctor thought I was going to pass out or something 'cause he kept asking me if I felt all right. If I was going to, it wasn't from the sight of blood, though I find it to be far from my favorite thing. We'd been there a while in the office, so it was a combination of stress, trying to remember everything I was seeing so that I could do it right, and probably low blood sugar.
Anyway, during the successive post op visits, his body did lovely things like rejecting the sutures (those suckers that are supposed to dissolve naturally but his body was having none of it). Eventually they made an outpatient surgery follow up to cut the rest of that stuff out.
Sometime before that, I woke up one morning, blew my nose and ::bam:: blood everywhere. So, I yelled for help as I ran to the bathroom sink. The blood was, well... gushing out of my nose. I spent the next three plus hours doing the nose pinch with a plastic container under my face. When it finally stopped, I looked in the mirror, and it was like something out of a horror show. Dad told me the next day, that he was glad we didn't try to go to the hospital, because he thought I would have bled out on the way.
And since then? Well... I'm taking over the counter allergy meds now to help keep my nose fluid enough so that I don't risk blowing it hard enough to start a repeat event. And no, I didn't go see a doctor.
Btw, while that nose bleed was going on? My blood pressure was actually in a fairly normal range. Bizarre, yes?
Anyway... now to the next issue.
So, my dad has thought he's had a rather normal problem that you use cream like Preparation H to treat (don't ask me to spell that word I'm referring to right now; my brain can't take it). He thought that all that time in the hospital had maybe agitated the problem or that it was cancer, so he called his gastro doctor. Doctor's initial response: I did that colonoscopy on you last November and didn't find anything. There's no way something would develop that quickly.
.....
......
..............
Can I make that guy eat his words? I will explain later.
Okay, so we were working on the former assumption, and said doctor said that this type of thing should clear up on its own. It didn't. Their next thing was some suppository medicine that was supposed to do something. PFffft.
Anyway, there were other things going on, too, but let's just cut to the chase. Dad went to his GP for a referral for infrared coagulation. So, that appointment gets made, we go there, and... that doctor says... that's a mass of tissue, not, etc. Blah, blah... You need to go see a colo/rectal surgeon.
We get referred to somebody across the river, because the guy that used to be on our side of the river retired a few years ago. They did a biopsy, and... yup. It's cancer.
I'm a little confused, Mr. Gastro guy. Didn't you say his colonoscopy was clean last November? Even though he was bleeding a little back then? And you found... nothing?
.....
I wonder if anyone's bothered to send that guy the info so that he can know that he, well, royally messed up.
Currently, he's had a few tests, they even pulled a fast one on us for one of the tests and sent us to a hospital for it which I heard dad told the person scheduling it that he specifically did NOT want to go to. Because, well, parking sucks. You have to pay for it and walk a long way to get to where you're going.
And on top of that, the guy they sent us to there? We found out afterwards that he's not part of the freaking insurance plan my dad's on.
Somebody shoot me. Please.
And yeah, that's where we're at now. My dad may or may not have another surgery to remove whatever that it because a CT scan has shown that there is some spread to the nodes. Most likely there will be radiation treatment. I don't know how serious this really is, but since none of the doctors had had what I call a 'super blank/denial' look on their faces, I'm going to say that they're thinking it's treatable and not an end all. That help my nerves a little but, well, I'm still pretty stressed anyway. Bleh.
At least you caught it. Earlier the better. Glad you didn't ignore it.
let me know if there's anything I can help you with. 
