The “Make My Mummy Better” campaign has
been set up to fund treatment that I am receiving
in Germany for metastatic breast cancer
Registered Charity Address:
Friends Supporting Friends
Make My Mummy Better Campaign
Old Courthouse
High Street
Fairford
Gloucestershire
GL7 4AD
Registered Charity No. 1113977
Friday 18th April 2008
Admitted to Hospital
Received a phone call from the hospital this morning asking me to come in to have my PICC line removed. The bugs had wrapped themselves around the PICC line so antibiotics alone would not help.
Luckily Lee was due to come around today to play with Mya. So as soon as he arrived Simon and I left for the hospital.
When we got to the hospital my UK Oncologist was there, so he came in to see how I was. He told me that a new, very strong antibiotic course had been prescribed for me. I had to be very careful with my diet because there were a lot of things that could cause an allergic reaction with these antibiotics. As he talked to me I felt sicker and sicker until I started throwing up uncontrollably. The nurses hurried to get my PICC line out, connected me to a machine that administered a continuous antisickness drug, while on the other arm put up a saline drip. They then wheeled me up to the ward to be admitted.
My temperature had sky rocketed but I felt shivery and cold. I had my hot water bottle with me which I clung onto. One of the nurses said that I wasn't alowed to keep my hot water bottle, and that I wasn't allowed to have any bed sheets over me! If my temperature carried on going up they would have to strip off all my clothes. I hated her at that moment. Because I felt so cold I just lay and shivered for the next couple of hours, not quite sure what was happening around me. The next thing I remember is Simon had gone home to Mya and Jeevan was sitting in my room. Poor thing had driven down from Leamington to sit with me. She is a good sister.
My bed sheets had to be changed during the night, because they were dripping wet, and I was freezing cold. My temperature had started to fall gradually, so I was allowed to have the sheets back on.
The next couple of days were tough. I was very weak and hooked up to the anti-sickness drugs and saline to keep me hydrated. I was also having problems breathing, so I was taken to have a chest X-ray and then a CT scan at the Royal Berkshire Hospital. I was given injections just in case I had blood clots in my lungs. I hated the injections. They were so painful. Once the CT scan came back clear they were able to stop the injections.
Mya came to visit me. Simon said that she had been asking for me. I had managed to keep her away from seeing me in hospital over the past 5 years, but I couldn't now. She was that much older and asking quesitons and I was in hospital for 5 days, not just for the day. She was a real hit with the nurses. She wore her pink cowboy boots which all the nurses loved. She kept looking at all the infusions, etc. and looking at me - I did look rough. But all in all, I think she coped with it really well. I think she was just pleased to see me after 3 days of not seeing me.
I was allowed to leave the hospital on the Tuesday evening. After being told that my bloods were very low so it was not going to be possible to have chemotherapy on the Wednesday. Which I didn't mind, I didn't feel well enough to have it. My UK Oncologist suggested that we try on Friday when I was due to have the Herceptin and Avastin. There was also talk of blood transfusions if my haemaglobin levels didn't pick up. It all sounded a bit scary.
It was good to be home.
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