Saturday 14 February 2015

Chapter 28 - Ailments, Hints and Tips

I thought, in between standard posts on my progress, it might be useful to recap on the common ailments one might encounter during treatment for Burkitt's (I'm sure a lot would apply to other Lymphomas, though I am no expert) and some useful hints and tips for dealing with being an Ill Bloke/Lady.

The ailments
In no particular order - alphabetical, chronological or otherwise - during my stay in hospital, I have suffered from:
Lymphoma (obviously)
Gout - in one toe
Diarrhoea & vomiting
Granuloma Annular - a red, harmless rash that spread across my face and upper body
Septicaemia
Deafness (partial, in one ear)
Ear infection
DVT (blood clot) in arm
Infection in arm
Alopecia (loss of hair)
Neutropenia (very low white blood cell/neutrophil count)
Hallucinations
Cognitive impairment
Chronic nosebleeds
(Mouth) thrush
Mouth ulcers
Haemorrhoids (piles)
Norovirus
Conjunctivitis
Common Cold

Many are directly as a result of chemotherapy and are know side effects like the loss of hair - often regarded as the 'signature' symptom of chemo and, indeed, cancer; cognitive impairment (often referred to as chemo-brain or chemo-fog) and mouth ulcers. Others, like gout, piles, rashes and - in particular for me - deafness, can be knock-on side effects of chemo. They don't happen to everyone and are not inevitable by any means. But chemo hits the body very hard - it is designed to in order to successfully attack and destroy cancer cells - and the effects of doing so, and destroying the body's immune system, can lead to all sorts of other problems.

Some can be anticipated and dealt with almost before they happen, for instance vomiting; chemo makes you sick and they give you anti-sickness pills as a matter of course as soon as you start. Likewise many infections can be headed off by the use of preventative antibiotics and because the whole system is tried and tested - unless you happen to be on a new, experimental drug for instance - many side effects and infectious problems can be dealt with even before they happen.

Take each day as it comes
As far as medical problems are concerned, many are inevitable and your medical team can talk you through what is happening to you, why and what they are doing to alleviate them. The best thing is to go with the flow; take each day as it comes as neither hospitals nor illnesses respond well to being rushed. Put plans on hold whilst you cope with this. There will be enough going on in your life without having to worry about what's going on at work with that important contract or how you are going to get the dog to the vet for a booster.

Hair loss is fairly inevitable, but it does grow back
Physical problems - hair loss
Hair loss is probably one of the obvious ones - much easier for an ill bloke to deal with than an ill woman. A good friend who lost her hair was very distressed about it and the cold head treatment to help prevent it was equally unpleasant. From my point of view, it was just one of those things that was going to happen so I had my hair cut very short to start with. To my wife's dismay I never did lose my eyebrows. Not having to shave for a while I regarded as a bonus. Hair grows back after treatment has finished.

Physical problems - food
Loss of taste, loss of appetite, mouth ulcers, feeling sick and hospital food: what a combination. Regarding loss of taste, it is short-lived for the few days when you are neutropenic; it's not nice but not a lot worse than losing your sense of flavour when you have a bad cold. I found that sweet things were less affected than savoury; so for a few days I lived on syrup sponge (or similar) and custard. Don't be tempted to try the tikka masala - all that happens is it hurts any mouth ulcers you might have, still tastes of cardboard but is red hot into the bargain. Sweet and sour chicken is better. Some days you may not feel like eating at all - this is quite understandable. Don't force it down, just over-compensate when you do feel like eating and don't worry about snacking/grazing. This is your perfect excuse to demolish the odd Snicker or Crunchie with a clear conscience. You must eat - being ill actually uses a lot of calories - and although you should avoid stuff like unpasteurised or processed dairy products, unwashed salad, under-cooked meat, shellfish, boiled/fried/poached eggs (the yolks are still basically uncooked) - don't worry about how many pounds you might put on, it's irrelevant. You'll lose more than you gain for sure. Make sure you use a mouth wash (that doesn't react with toothpaste) and rinse your mouth with saline washes frequently, especially when your mouth is sore. The medical staff can give you these.

I found sneaking in some simple foods not readily available in hospital made a huge difference - probably the biggest being brown sugar to have with porridge. White just doesn't do it for me. I also love beetroot with macaroni or cauliflower cheese and it's good for you too. Tomato ketchup isn't but it does make that 'all day breakfast' (which is available at Southampton General at any time except breakfast) go down a lot better.
Not a standard hospital breakfast - but it can be

Finally if you are in for a long haul, ask to see a dietician and she/he can outline a supplementary menu for you and arrange for you to have stuff that isn't on the normal menu - like a decent fish and chips or cottage pie.

Physical problems - drink
Chemo can play havoc with your kidneys and renal system so drink plenty of water or squash and keep the system flushing well throughout your treatment. This is very important. At times, you will have bags and bags of intravenous fluids added to your chemo or before/after it, and this will pile on the pounds in fluid - at which point they will give you a diuretic to get rid of it all again. But it's like a toilet cistern - the more it's used, the better it will work. It is probably true that most of us don't drink enough water every day, even when we are well. So take heed and slosh it down. Squash helps. Many trips to the loo required but worth it.

Physical problems - fatigue
Fatigue is not just feeling long-walk-tired. It is an inability to function physically and mentally and is probably what ME sufferers endure but find so difficult to explain. Some days you will just want to close your eyes and let the day wash over you. So let it, don't force it. There will be good days, there will be not so good and (remembering to take each day as it comes) don't push yourself or get annoyed if you can't concentrate on that crossword or book, or you just feel like dozing all day. That's ok, it's your illness, your body and no-one should be hitting you with a deadline right now. Often it comes at the same time as nausea so eyes closed/headphones on is good for both.

Cannulas - uncomfortable and impractical
Physical problems - long lines
If you are in for a while, cannulas (needles) in your arms/hands are uncomfortable, impractical and inefficient. You will probably have a Hickman line inserted into your chest cavity (sounds worse than it is) or a PICC line in your arm. This allows for intravenous fluids, including chemo, antibiotics, blood, platelets and drugs to be administered quickly and easily, and bloods taken for testing through the same tube(s). Once in, they need looking after and dressing once a week. They shouldn't get too wet so I used clingfilm to keep mine dry in the shower before I managed to get a special waterproof protector prescribed for me (ironically not by the hospital but the district nurse). This is a brilliantly simple device which keeps the dressing dry.
The Limbo waterproof dressing protector. Easier than clingfilm

My first PICC line was mistreated a little and pulled out further than it should have done whilst the dressing was changed. This was dangerous as it meant the line was stopping short of the chest cavity and I ended up with a DVT, or clot, as a result. It also had to be taken out and a new one put in the other arm. Add to this an infection and a very swollen arm and you can understand why I looked after my new one - and made sure everyone else did too, expert medical staff or not. This was MY line and I had to put up with the problems incurred by mistreatment of it.

Physical problems - long term
My treatment was 12 weeks long, and with delays that became 16 weeks. That's a long time and the chances are you will feel awful for a good 25% of it. You steel yourself for these times because you expect them, but what is often overlooked is the long term effect of chemo. It is accumulative, so you might start by feeling great but gradually over time, it will wear you down and you have to accept that you will not run a marathon or ride the London to Brighton until the body has gradually recovered from the effects. However there is nothing wrong with gentle exercise and when you can, do. Ignore the lift, take the stairs. Go for a walk, even if only to the end of the corridor and back. Set yourself achievable targets and unless you simply can't drag yourself out of bed, do a little every day. It will get the endorphins moving and make you feel better physically as well as giving you a sense of achievement. Some long term effects stay with you for a very long time, I understand. The neutropenic feeling of 'pins and needles' in your finger tips and feet is one of them and it is a strange feeling.

Other hints and tips - routine
If you are used to a daily routine at home, being plunged into the relentless hospital environment is alien and often upsetting; the hospital operates 24/7 and at busy times you are, with the best will in the world, just another patient in Ward D3/Bay 1. Many wards are understaffed and they won't have time to spend nattering with you. Try to establish a routine - wash or shower every day (if possible - if not ask for help), get dressed during the day and change into bedclothes at night. Bring your home comforts eg a cosy blanket and a framed picture or two to make it feel homely. Try to establish a normality which you may not feel - in the long run it will help you feel more like the normal 'you'.

Other hints and tips - keeping in touch
If you are in hospital, who is fielding all the enquiries into your health? Can they cope with it? Can you cope with it? When I first found myself in Winchester after surgery I put up an innocent 'Thank you to my friends and family for your support' post on Facebook. It received 140-odd 'likes' but almost as many queries into why exactly I was there and what was happening to me. People took bets on whether it was a heart attack or a stroke. I realised very quickly that I was going to have to keep them informed, or someone else - Sally probably - would have to. Hence the blog; I'm not advocating that everyone should write a blog but I would advise you to keep notes - on your treatment, your thoughts, the journey. If nothing else it will help you separate one day from another and you may find it cathartic, as I have. Social media, if it is your thing, is a very useful way of staying in touch with friends and well-wishers; as is email, telephone and texting. It will help to keep people informed and off your back and as importantly, off the back of the person back in headquarters who is probably going through the mill just as you are.

Which brings us to visitors. There will be times when they shouldn't come - for instance when you are sans immune system and they have a sore throat. There will be other, borderline, cases when well-meaning visitors will just pitch up and you may feel unable to cope with them. Don't be afraid to say "No" and encourage your headquarters to say "No" too, if you feel unable to cope with seeing people and making small talk. If they don't understand, explain; if they get snotty, ignore them because they are just being selfish. Most people will understand if you are not up to having visitors and will leave you alone.

A faintly ridiculous state of affairs in the 21st century
Other hints and tips - internet access
In an age where your local Park & Ride bus offers free wifi and certainly all trains that go further than 30 miles from their starting point do the same it seems faintly ridiculous for a hospital not to offer free wifi access to the internet (even if it is locked down in some areas to avoid abuse or over-use). Indeed, most hospitals and NHS Trusts offer free wifi access as standard, especially to longer term patents who may require it carry on their businesses whilst receiving treatment. I was therefore astounded to find on arrival at Southampton, that there was no access to the internet other than through standard 3G or the ridiculous contracted system they have in place in most of the hospital which involves an antiquated touch-screen monitor and a TV/phone/internet bundle that you need to take a mortgage out to pay for. This system is clunky, the screens are rubbish, the interface is poor and as far as value for money is concerned, don't get me started. There are a few, free services like outgoing telephone calls to landlines (beware - you pay through the nose for incoming), free radio (certain channels) and TV (five channels but only between 8am and midday) but the rest of it is a big con. A good book is much better value.

With a bit of encouragement and information from a friend I took the bold step to write to the CEO of Southampton General to explain that I was to be in hospital for the best part of 3-4 months and really could not exist without internet access to my own devices (not possible through the incumbent system). I was rewarded, for which I am grateful, by being granted access to one of the University routers. But I really shouldn't have had to do that and although I haven't passed that access code on to anyone or let on to many people about having my own personal access, I have been sorely tempted to make a big deal about it as it is ludicrous to (a) get locked into a silly contract and (b) deny what is these days deemed to be standard service.

So fight for it, and make a fuss, if you find yourself in this situation. It's bad enough being stuck in a hospital bed for weeks on end but if you are denied proper access to the outside world it becomes a problem on a whole different - and expensive - level. I for one relied on my phone texts, emails, social media and Skype to stay in touch.

Other hints and tips - ask!
This is your treatment and you are entitled to know what is going on. If you don't understand what is happening to you, ask. Ask to see your records. Query a decision if you think it unsound or you don't understand what they are doing; the clinical staff, for the most part, will know exactly what they are doing and why; the problem comes when it is not fully explained to you, so don't be afraid to ask. Remember who to ask though; the cleaning lady will not be in the best position to advise you on your treatment; the consultant will not take kindly to being asked to toast your bread or bring you a cup of Horlicks at night. The health assistants will be happy to make your bed, answer your buzzer and refer on, make that cup of Horlicks, weigh you and do obs. The nurses are the front line - they carry out the doctors' orders and advise back to them. They administer the drugs (including the chemo) and sort out the problems. Befriend them, they can be your staunchest allies. Don't hack them off or you'll get nowhere. Try and call them by their names, not 'Nurse' (especially if it's a Sister).

Other hints and tips - be patient
The staff are busy; you are one patient in many they are juggling to look after. So when they say "I'll put your antibiotic up at 3pm" don't be surprised if it happens until 4pm. Unless it is critical to you timing-wise (for instance you are having a procedure prior to going home and someone is waiting for you to finish), be patient - it will happen but when the staff are ready for you, not the other way around. But don't be afraid to gently remind (nag) if it gets ridiculous. Watch out for being promised something at 8am or 8pm when shifts change and handover instructions may get slightly lost.

Other hints and tips - going home
Going home: waiting for your Discharge Letter and Meds
There will be times during your treatment when you will hear the magic words "we're going to let you go home for a while". You hopefully will be let home for good at some stage too! That statement from the consultant is the first step in a process which involves a more junior doctor writing your Discharge Letter and that letter being sent to the Pharmacy to prepare your take-home medications. This all sounds very simple but the combined process can take hours, if not days so from experience I have found it a good idea to befriend the junior doctor and ensure that he or she is going to write that letter today, then gently nag the nursing staff to chase the meds from Phrmacy. All this should be done at least 12 hours ahead of your intended departure or you and your loved one who has come at a specific time to pick you up will be sitting there for hours. And the pharmacy shuts at 6pm (and 12 noon on a Sunday). I have witnessed scores of people waiting, waiting and waiting for their meds so they can leave.

"And how are you in yourself?"
The question still rings in my ears, along with the statement "you survive the treatment, you survive the cancer". There will be times when, however upbeat you might feel about your treatment and the eventual prognosis, you will hit the lows. Part of it may be psychosomatic: there is so much physical stuff going on and you are, after all, being poisoned deliberately it's no wonder that it can mess with your mood; part of it is being separated from your loved ones, concern for how they will cope in your absence, just how unfair it all is (why have I been singled out for this?); and some of it will be purely emotional. I was given gas and air for a bone marrow biopsy; one of the side effects of 'laughing gas' is to feel quite emotional and I ended up with tears running down my face for no apparent reason. I had another experience of this happening but without the gas and air. Emotional build-up is understandable and often it is difficult to talk to people about it. Remember that there are people there for you who can help - the Macmillan Nurses are fantastic and they offer (often on the hospital site) all sorts of help from a chat over a coffee to aromatherapies, reflexology, massage and other services. Make use of them - they are free and they know all about how to listen support you when you need help. The Lymphoma Association is another, more specific, organisation who offer help for free and with expertise in the subject. They can offer straightforward and easily digestible information on your particular type of lymphoma, too. The key is to remember that you are not on your own.

Thursday 12 February 2015

Chapter 27 - The Yoyo

I made a hasty readmission on Saturday night once I realised that I was obviously becoming unwell and it was nothing to do with watching Broadchurch. But despite initial optimism, I didn't make it back home on Sunday, or even Monday and to be honest I would have been kidding myself to think that going home again then could possibly be the right thing to do. Before Sally and I left home on Saturday evening my temperature began yoyo-ing between 35.5 and 38.4 and I was perhaps ill-advised to take paracetamol at home since it obviously masked the underlying problem. I was shaking violently and despite having a high temperature felt cold; at least until re-entering the hot-house that is Southampton General.

My temperature, once admitted on C3 AOS ward, was clocked at nearly 40! In fact it took the nurse five devices and several attempts to get a sensible reading; I was seriously dehydrated and couldn't stand bright lights; even the old fluorescent tubes on the ward and the screen on my iPhone dazzled me. An hour later with an i/v antibiotic on board, I was back down to 37-something and feeling a whole lot cooler, and they wheeled me from the relative peace and quiet of C3 AOS to the noisy clatter and bustle of C4. I hadn't been back on this open bay for some time and it doesn't seem to have improved in my absence. Nothing you can put your finger on as the staff are great and everything is there (you even get a hot cup of tea at 7.30am) but it lacks the camaraderie and 'family' atmosphere of D3. It's all a little impersonal.


Neutrophils following a similar pattern to my platelets; slow later recovery
Topping Up
So the next things to tackle were my blood counts which were seriously low:

Neutrophils: 0.0
Platelets: 20
Haemoglobin: 62

Nothing much to be done about the first one but they gave me a pool of platelets, followed by no less than three bags of whole blood to tackle the rest. Whole red blood has the effect of thinning down the platelets, hence the extra platelets first.

Investigations
Blood cultures were taken to see if anything nasty was growing, a urine sample for the same reason and sputum sample to cover all the angles. A midnight X-Ray topped it all off. Try doing all that at home, whilst continuing with 8-hourly i/v antibiotics.

By Tuesday, and the smiling Prof Johnson's rounds (at least he resisted the temptation to say "I told you so", bless him), it became obvious that I am going nowhere until (a) my temperature stops yoyo-ing (which it had by then for 24 hours) and (b) my blood count has recovered to a point where they can stop the antibiotics, or at least revert to tablet form, and send me home without risk of further spikes and infection; that means many more neutrophils than the 0.0 of several days and even the heady 0.1 (!) of Tuesday. A glance at the chart above (thanks, Nanda Basker, for this and the previous post's chart of platelets) shows the sorry story rather well and reinforces just how vulnerable you are without an immune system! So I go nowhere in the hospital without a face mask and badger the lovely Spanish Nurse Eli for as much information as possible about my blood counts. The cultures and urine test have all come back as 'negative to date', which is good news; nothing evil lurking in the system, then.
No less than three bags of blood required

Only 24 hours later and - hey presto! - I trebled my neutrophils to 0.3, platelets positively skyrocketing at 34 and haemoglobin 92, so all looking much more positive for going home on Friday or Saturday.

24 hours later again and although platelets have dropped to 22 my neutrophils are well on course, at 0.5.

An Eventful Morning
Open wards are not the quietest of places at the best of times but this morning (Thursday) I was more than a little put out when at 4.45am my next door bed neighbour, who obviously couldn't sleep, struck up a loud conversation with another insomniac, covering a broad spectrum of topics from the price of tractors ("ridiculous") to the trouble with trying to sleep on open wards. I did make a few protestations along the lines of "sshhhh" but was greeted with a jovial 'oh, you're awake too, isn't it awful, still as you're awake join in the fun' sort of chuckle. After an hour of incessant and loud chatter, during which I did my best to jam my head between two pillows (to no effect whatsoever) they eventually gave up and all went quiet. I got my own back on one of the miscreants later when I walked past his dozing form and shouted "wakey wakey!" as loud as I dare. He jumped. Revenge is sweet.

More line learning. This is going to be a good 'un
Having had so much excitement for one morning I was a little surprised to get more in the form of Yet Another Move. Apparently ward C4 has a bed crisis and a broken window, necessitating me to be moved up one floor to D2, opposite my old familiar ward D3. I was not upset by this at all - far from it, it's a nice airy ward and the open bay I am on contains only four beds. Furthermore it is staffed mostly by many of the same people as D3 so I know most of them.

When the porter arrived he checked my name and asked if I was to be taken up on my bed with my belongings. I replied no, I was very happy to walk. Much sucking of air through teeth and the porter commented "well I'll have to check on that with my colleague, it's a bit irregular". I did make a half hearted attempt to explain that putting one foot in front of the other was not only within my capability but actually quite good for me but I giggling too much to reply at all.

But walk I did - the result of which meant that the bed stayed put and the porters trudged along behind me like a couple of sherpas to our destination one floor up. I think they had a job to keep up.

Life on D2
Horace, you have been surpassed by a newer, prettier, lighter version

To be honest life is not much different but there is a view, a constant parade of familiar faces - Theresa, Grace, Debbie, Edit - and the whole place has a light, airy feel to it quite opposite from the oppressive darkness of C4. The only downside is that one of the two nocturnal miscreants from C4 has been sent up too and is in the next bed. If he tries it again tonight he's so much hospital fodder.

One thing - they've got a dead posh new type of Horace on this ward.

But it looks very feminine, doesn't it, so can hardly be called Horace. Suggestions for appropriate names on a postcard, please, or in the comments box below.




Saturday 7 February 2015

Chapter 26 - Not quite over yet

It is 8.00pm on Thursday and I am sitting in the D3 dayroom awaiting a bed on a ward a floor below; so it's not over yet.

Charlie Hellard getting his Curtain Call award for best supporting actor
Having been home since last Saturday and the final chemo, I have felt really, really good. I have done normal things again, socialised, popped into rehearsals and witnessed Charlie Hellard receive his 'gong', fixed stuff around the house, been shopping...and was lulled into a false sense of security regarding the state of my immune system, I guess. I should have remembered that at this stage of this final three week cycle - Day 10 - it is the most dangerous time for me to catch something or bleed to death.

Monday saw niece Jo Greatorex come and stay for 24 hours - on a UK mercy mission for a couple of weeks so great to catch up as Brisbane is a hell of a long way away!
Jo, Rosie and Sally enjoying a glass of vino. Not sure Rosie liked it!

Tuesday morning at Winchester Hospital (8am and slithering around on icy roads) I went to have my bloods tested as usual and the call duly came late morning that my platelets were down to 28 so they requested my presence on Thursday for a blood test at Southampton and "bring a bag in case we keep you in".

11.30am Thursday saw Sally and me arrive on time for my test and within half an hour I learnt that my neutrophils are rock bottom, my platelets at an all-time low of 5 (yes, five) and they want me to admit me to D3 at 4pm to give me platelets and keep a close eye on me. All fair enough and despite plans to go and wander round IKEA whilst waiting for my bed, I was persuaded that even this innocuous pastime of browsing could be a tad dangerous in my condition so I stayed in the hospital as asked, had a cuppa at The Macmillan Centre and compared notes with Steven, a fellow Burkitt's sufferer on D3 going through the same regimen, and waited.
Spring is sprung!

Five hours later I had my supper (famished and very relieved that I brought with me a huge bar of fruit & nut chocolate bar) and was still waiting for that elusive bed, having been told late afternoon that I would have a sideroom on D3. And the same old stories: one old lady in the day room waiting for transport home cried and cried for her lift home but after four hours her daughter had to arrange babysitters so she could come and pick her old mum up; another chap admitted at 4pm was sent home again at 7pm, having had a totally wasted day; another couple waited next to me for two hours for their take-home meds. This is what lets the NHS side down, I fear. And with the best will in the world, these delays have an inevitable knock-on effect to clinical treatment.
A brisk walk in a blizzard

So I was not a happy bunny, having wasted the best part of my day too, sitting around in a hospital day room, becoming more neutropenic - loss of feelings in fingers and a couple of blisters in my mouth. As it happens, the blisters were from hot food rather than being ulcers. At least I managed to administer my own evening meds, since no-one was here to do them for me or to take them away (of course, you are trusted to do it at home but not in hospital). As for keeping an eye on me, ha! No-one was taking any notice of me, let alone keep an eye on my health...

So eventually I got my food; my 'lift' - I can't believe they sent a wheelchair to transport me - to C3 AOS, a temporary emergency admission ward, came a bit later and eventually I was admitted to a bed. As my PICC line was blocked, a new cannula was necessary to administer platelets. Not the best of nights and would really rather not be here.

An interesting graph below shows my platelet situation from Nov 10th to February 5th (showing a pretty healthy rebound after Chemo #1 and 2). Note the slow recovery in January and the most recent plummet to rock bottom.
The state of my platelets since mid November - they recovered well after the second treatment but not after the third/fourth
So, after a stay of 24 hours and two transfusions of platelets, the Prof sent me home again but on strict instructions to be very careful not to catch anything or put myself in danger. My temperature is up and down a bit, sometimes well below normal and sometimes rather too high for comfort, so Saturday has been a day of standing by to go back to hospital if necessary, monitoring the temperature and taking it very steady.

I have to go back down to C3 AOS on Sunday morning for blood tests, but hopefully I will be coming home again straight after. Not out of the woods just yet but hanging on in there. Fingers crossed - yet again.