Sherry had a sleepless night last night puncuated by bouts of nausea. Her motor skills, particularly in her left leg deteriorated significantly. Just yesterday I watched her during her physical therapy session walk between parallel bars over hurdles about 6 inches tall and a foot an a half apart. She could pick up her left leg and successfully navigate these obstacles. Today was a completely different story. Instead of just spotting for her by holding the safety belt I needed to support her and help lift her out of her wheel chair.
Of course this raised red flags. Again I took the high road in interpreting these symptoms: She's overly tired from a long day. Maybe a touch of food poisoning. Maybe the flu or at least a reaction to the flu shot and pnemonia shot she got on Wednesday. Or ominously, none of the above
I called our oncologist's nurse for guidance. She consulted with the oncologist and he ordered a CT scan and some lab work. So, we went in for a 2:00 pm appointment, and by 3:30 or so we were in an examination room waiting for the oncologist to provide us with the results of the tests and his intrepretation of them.
He reported that the tumors were increasing in number and growing in size at a rapid rate. Our perception of months and possibly years,degraded to days and weeks.
We have another appointment with the radio oncologist on Monday followed by an appointment with the oncologist when we will discuss treatment options in light of the new information about the agressiveness of these tumors.
We had hopes for a more leisurely planning time, living time. That hope appears to have eroded to a smaller, but as yet unknown time.
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