Round Two

I'm not writing this post from my infusion chair this time, nor from the hospital bed I've inhabited for the last week. Fortunately, I was discharged and got home late last night, much to all of our relief and delight. If you're wondering what that's all about, you're not alone; we didn't let many people know what was happening during the episode, so the news got out mostly by word of mouth.

A week after my second chemo treatment my blood pressure started dropping, and our best efforts couldn't correct it. I ended up getting the first ambulance ride of my life as I couldn't even get to the car for Nancy to take me to the ER. Tests showed I had lost a lot of blood in the space of less than two days. I was admitted to the ICU and ended up getting 8 units of blood over the course of my stay. [Many thanks to any and all who donate blood. It is a great gift.]

My oncologist believes the whole episode was triggered by the chemo treatment, which was at a higher dose than the first one. Obviously that will factor in as we move forward. In the meantime I'm back home continuing to recover from that fun little adventure.

I want to acknowledge the wonderful care I got from the ICU staff and everyone else who was involved in my care. It is a blessing to have caring and knowledge people on your side.

In the meantime, the Cardinals gave us a scare before moving on to the next level of the playoffs. Ready for more October baseball!