I had a CT Scan last Wednesday at Southampton Hospital, well it nearly didn’t happen. Mum drove me and Eddie there and we got there about 1230 ready for a 130 scan, I thought it would be easier to get a blood test done at the same time as they put the cannula in my arm. Less injections if it’s done in one go, or so I thought. They tried in my left arm, no luck, then my right arm, It was so painful, I nearly passed out, no luck again. The nurse decided to go and find somebody else to try it. Jo Pearson gave it a go in my left arm, no luck again and tried again in my right arm. It was no use the needle wasn’t going into the vein at all. She showed me the end of the cannula and it was bent. Jo couldn’t apologise enough, It wasn’t her fault, I kept telling her, but she was still saying sorry. The veins in my arms were so hard from the chemo that it was virtually impossible to get the needle in. That was it, I was having no more, by this time it was 2 o’clock, so I was already half hour late for my CT Scan. I decided I wasn’t having the scan and wanted to go home. I felt sick, upset, tired and fed up with injections. We all walked down to the scanning department and explained that I wouldn’t be having the scan because they couldn’t get the cannula in my arm, anywhere. The cannula is needed so liquid dye can be pumped around my body during the scan so they can find what they are looking for or hopefully not find anything.
Anyway one of the scanning team was called out to talk to me, she asked if she could try to get it in my arm. She said it seemed a shame to come all the way to the hospital for nothing. Eventually I agreed and we went off to get it done. I have never felt pain like it in my life. This one was more painful than the one earlier. The cannula went in through my wrist on the underside, it must have been an inch long. The thought of it now is making me feel bad. But it was done, all I had to do was drink about a litre of liquid, again this helps with the scanning.
Around half an hour later I was called in for the scan, this was all good until they pumped the liquid through my wrist, this was so painful, but it only lasted for about 5 seconds then it was over. The scan lasted about 20 minutes, then it was time for me to get out of there, I’d had enough for one day. This was by far my worst experience of needles and scans, but that was because the chemo had shot my veins to bits. They will heal in time, but at the moment they are not playing ball.
So today I had an appointment with Dr Simmonds, this was the first time I’d seen him since Early December, the day he told me what would be happening with treatment etc.
Again mum drove me and Eddie and Jackie there as Angie was working and couldn’t get anymore time off.
Dr Simmonds came through the waiting room and immediately my heart starts racing, just the sight of him sometimes make me worked up, don’t know why, it just does, probably because he has told me 3 times some shitty news. Anyway about 15 minutes later he called us in to his office. He asked how am I feeling, do I have ringing in my ears, numb toes or fingers or anything else that I normally don’t have. I told him that everything is fine apart from my head, which I need to sort out. It’s hard work trying to get a straight head, but with what I’ve been through over the last few years it’s going to be hard.
He went on to tell me that the results from my latest blood test. I had the test earlier that day. All bloods are back to normal and the scan that I had last week showed that the lymph glad had shrunk and is nearly back to it’s normal size. This suggests that I am cancer free, hopefully it will stay that way now. He went on to tell me that it will be a good 6 months before I start feeling remotely normal again.
So overall it’s been a brilliant week and it needs to stay that way…………………
Although we need the weather to buck up so I can get in the garden…………………..