Ok, time to "fess up." It's not all just beer and skittles around here all the time. Over the last two weeks I've been feeling worse and worse, though (being off the chemo) I had hoped to feel better and better. Yes, that did piss me off a touch.
The plan was to do the liver surgery tomorrow (Wednesday, the 7th), but now that plan's been changed. I went in on Monday to inform the surgeon that I'd had a low-grade fever for the previous 5 nights or so. He sent me over to the oncologist, who prescribed a battery of tests that kept me at the hospital most of yesterday and half of today. (Blood, urine, more blood, ultrasound, x-ray, and physical exams.) All the preliminary tests came out clean, but the infection test evidently takes 5 days to get the final result. The upshot is, surgery tomorrow is cancelled, I'll meet with the surgeon on Monday, January 11th to reschedule, and we'll go from there.
The oncologist thinks that what I'm feeling is "tumor fever", which is the body's natural response to handling a dying foreign mass like my tumors. Nothing really wrong, it just makes me feel achy and weak and really tired all the time. Lovely.
Even so, if this is as bad as it gets, then I'll consider myself super-lucky and take it with a grin. It's a forced grin some evenings, but a grin nonetheless.
Now to re-schedule the rest of my life...
Clem
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tumor fever... like cabin fever (so many dusty burners squished into a motorhome in a duststorm...)
Sound like your body's restless to get that thing outta there!
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