Hello my lovelies! I have not updated you all in a hot second. I plan on breaking this entry up into two smaller entries. First, what's the most up to date info on me. Second, how the last few weeks have been going. That second one is just me indulging myself. I have so much to say!
To begin with, I'll tell you about the Pneumonia. Over a week ago, on Wednesday the 7th, I was outside in the fresh air, helping at Janey's Lacrosse practice. In hindsight, probably not my best move. I just think I was over doing it. My feet started to hurt to walk, which is a symptom of the new Chemo drugs I'm on. On Thursday, my mom and I went out and about, and I got my covid vaccine, we went to the grocery story, and I got some CBD infused lotion for my sore feet. By mid afternoon, I was wiped out. That night I started coughing. Over the next few days, I was convinced I had a chest cold. I drank a lot of cough syrup. At one point I even Googled pneumonia.
I was coughing so much at night, I was keeping up the house. The kids were scared. I couldn't get it under control. To be honest, it was kinda scary. Monday I had chemo. I asked my doctor if I was still good to go. He said as long as I didn't have a fever, I was okay to get the chemo. I was worried about being around the other patients if I couldn't keep my cough under control. I slept during my treatment. My nurse could tell I wasn't feeling very well. At the end of my treatment, she wanted to check my oxygen levels again. When I came in, they were at 90. Not a really great number, but not too worrisome. My blood oxygen level was now at 77. I don't know if she was worried about my coloring or some other physical indicator, but she just knew something was up. Again, in hindsight, I was describing my symptoms wrong. I should have said I am experiencing shortness of breath that makes me cough. Instead I said I had a dry cough. Shortness of breath is a different ballgame. My doctor came to talk to me as well. He brought an oxygen tank for me and said he thought we needed to go straight to the ER. I'm like, "Oh. okay." He went to find Jon in the waiting room. He asked me to remind him what Jon looked like. I was reminded of a time when at dance one night, Annie asked our neighbor if he'd seen Jon. "He usually wears khakis and a tie. He looks like a Dentist." I almost described him the same way!
We found Jon. He pulled his truck around to the side of the building where I was ushered out in a wheelchair. They must have called ahead to the ER because I didn't have to wait very long to be seen. They did a EKG and a CT scan within the first hour we were there. Back in our room (without a TV) we sat for 7 hours. I had to go to the bathroom at one point. It was "just around the corner." The couching fit and all the huffing and puffing, you'd think I had just run a marathon. The doctors thought it was Covid presenting with pneumonia-like symptoms. So now I'm like WHAT?? No way! and I just got my vaccine! After hours of trying to figure out what to do about the kids, should they stay at my moms? After they test negative, they still had close contact, so they'd need to quarantine. My parents are done with their vaccinations, but that doesn't mean they should be around the kids if they test positive. I couldn't get ahold of my dad who had taken Janey to Lacrosse practice, so she might be exposing her whole team! I was so stressed. But my Covid test was negative. So we could breath easy. I mean, everyone else could. I was still having trouble breathing 😉
I was finally admitted to the hospital and got to my room around 9pm. At first I thought how relaxing it might be to have a few days rest without the kids and all. And I really really like hospital rainbow sherbet. And I HAVE been know to say I almost had a 4th child just to eat St. Joe's sugar cookies. That was until Jon reminded me I could just go to the food court and buy them. While I was in the hospital, I was given antibiotics for 3 days. On the second day they wanted to give me another Covid test. Once they gave me the test, protocol forced them to treat me as Covid suspicious. No one came in to chat. The door remain closed. They wore special suites to keep them safe from me. It was really depressing. I'm not going to lie. I cried a little. It was lonely. Jon took off one morning to come keep me company. My dad came by one afternoon to be with me. And my mom visited and brought me some goodies from home (we later learned I was only supposed to have one visitor, but no one stopped them from coming so 🤷♂️). It took a full day to get that second test back. the night nurse popped in around midnight and I was still awake, or maybe just between bouts of sleep? Since I was awake, he told me the results of the test, negative again, which was such a relief, again. Thinking about all the issues it would cause for the kids made me just cringe!
So now I'm home. I am seriously tasked with just sitting here and doing nothing. I can't do much even if I tried. I still get winded going to the bathroom. I make one trip upstairs each day, and that's at bedtime. The kids are being really helpful and fetching things for me and understanding I can't do much. Harry and I were nearly done with a read aloud book. We found it as an audiobook and listened to it together instead. I can not talk too long without also getting winded. Obviously, that's been a hardship for me 🤣.
My oxygen levels are still struggling to stay in the 90s. I used the remaining oxygen from the tank the Cancer Center sent home with us. And Jon had a tank at work I used. We are currently out of oxygen, but at the time of this writing, my levels were at 91 without supplementary oxygen for over 10 hours. That's pretty good. As long as I do nothing, I should be able to kick this in a few weeks. The more I do, the longer it takes to recover.
I want to take a second and thank everyone who has reached out this week, left messages on FB or texts letting me know they are thinking of me, praying for me, and just love me. And thank you for your continued support with meals, especially now that I kind of need it more than ever. Thank you to everyone who has cooked for us, brought us take out, or sent us gift cards. We have really appreciated all the love and support.
On my next entry, Jon has asked me to tell you more about our experiences with less rainbows and butterflies. I asked him if he remembered the night I was tortured by the Emperor??? Might be fun to give you more of an inside look at the day to day sensations and hiccups Cancer and now Pneumonia has provided us. Until next time!