Monday, March 23, 2015

Health Update: Into the Woods

Health Update: Into the Woods

The way is clear,
The light is good,
I have no fear,
Nor no one should.
The woods are just trees,
The trees are just wood.
No need to be afraid there-


I have been trying to write a blog entry as a health update for some time now. 

I do this for a couple of reasons:

1. To get the information out into the general knowledge of my friends, family and community accurately so I don’t have to tell and retell the stressful story over and over. I learned years that if you don’t explain what is happening people with fill in the blanks with crazy rumors and I prefer to share the information myself.

 2. The process of writing helps opens the pressure value on the stress around all of the medical stuff and stress greatly negatively affects my ability to heal so the writing is part of a multifaceted treatment including meditation and other continuative behavioral therapy (CBT) exercises.

I can't write fully about this one yet . . . physically it is hard to be awake for more than couple of hours at a time and many times when I am awake the medications have such hard side effects I spend that time very sick or worse.  Also I think it is difficult because I am still in the middle of the journey of it all. Usually I wait to write until I am on the downside with a clearer head and view of everything.  This time I am standing in the middle of the forest and the tress are tall and dark and the paths head out in multiple directions none of which are clearly heading to the light.

So I will revisit all of this and explain some of the deeper thoughts and feelings but for now here is the details to the best of my ability – it has taken six days to get this written so it is what I got for now.

***Warning: the following post contains medical information describing my condition; which is serious and not suitable for all audiences***

Me at O'Connor Hospital, both Girls had to get on he bed
with me - Selah wanted to add to the healing
 On Valentine’s Day, Feb 14th, 2015, I was hospitalized with a fever of 102.9 and BP rate of 111/60 and pulse rate of 110.  My normal vitals: temp is 96.5, my normal BP rate of 120/80 and my resting pulse is 60.   I was rushed by ambulance to the ER and then admitted to the hospital.

The diagnosis is septicemia or sepsis, stemming form a bacterial infection in my bloodstream that started as a urinary tract infection that spread to a bladder infection and then into a kidney infection which caused an abscess in my kidney which ruptured and sent bacteria into my blood steam.  Sepsis or septicemia is a very serious condition, because the infection is in your blood stream as it circulates through out your body it can easily cause your internal organs to shut down.

I was hospitalized for five days and given huge doses of IV antibiotics.  The blood culture showed I was positive for gram negative pantoea agglomerans bacteria. This bacterium is known to be an opportunistic pathogen in the immunocompromised patients, causing blood, and urinary-tract infections. Once I was stabilized, I was released into home nursing care to continue IV antibiotics.  Gram negative bacteria in the circulatory system causes a toxic reaction, resulting in high fever, low blow pressure, high pulse rate and life threatening endotoxic shock, or in other words seriously bad infection.

Ellie in my hospital bed: doing her job 


Ellie is overjoyed to see Daddy.

After a few days in the hospital I was released into home nursing care.  Where with the help of home nursing care I would continue IV antibiotics for another 14 days.  We have to monitor and track my vital statistics every 3 hours – making sure my temp does not go over 101.9 – which is our “go directly to the ER” number.   The temperature is also a marker of how well the antibiotics are controlling and healing of the infection.  After the first round of antibiotics we had to wait five days and then take a blood culture test.  The blood culture revealed I had a second bacterium that was more resistant now in my blood stream, which was accounting for the continuation of the fevers.  We think the CRE was introduced while I was in the hospital.  Which is not uncommon and the main reason why both my doctor and myself want to keep me out of the hospital and in home care, away from more resistant bacterias.

We started a second round of more targeted and aggressive antibiotics – the kind of antibiotics which come with side effects very similar to chemo therapy.  So I spend a lot of my waking time with my head in a bucket or holding on to my service dog to try and make the room stop spinning.  The side effects are harsh and the infection it self also has some difficult symptoms – if you have ever had a serious kidney infection or kidney stone you have some idea to the pain I have in my back. My right kidney has a 14mm abscess so it is inflamed and very unhappy. I have been through a lot of painful medical situations in the past and this one is up there in the top 5 for miserable and terrifying. 

Evening temp spikes
I am starting my third round of antibiotics and getting care from an infectious disease specialist because we are worried that the infection is hiding in other organs.  I am exhausted all the time; my body aches all over, my back hurts very much from the inflammation of my kidneys and I exist in a state of nausea.  I am also stir crazy from not being out of bed much.  I sleep a lot.  In the next week I have a large amount of tests that will need to be done to try and locate where the pockets of infection are hiding and that means multiple hospital trips and invasive procedures. All of which I am very much looking forward too with as much glee and excitement as one in my state can muster.

My support team at home is great. My husband, Jeff is doing wonderfully in helping my monitor and record my vitals and making sure I get all my meds but he is also still doing all the full-time care giving chores of helping me when I can get food and trying to cater to what things I might actually want to try and eat, which takes a lot of time and work.  
Ellie and Selah on duty : "get back in Bed MOM!"

Ellie on the job - she takes taking care of me seriously.

Ellie my Service dog is working her butt off; she is glued to my side everyday helping me.  There are so many stories to tell about how she has helped me through this (I promise to write about them when I am able).  Selah has also stepped in to be the sentry – she runs to bark and tell Jeff if I call out in pain or the alarm on my IV pump goes off. Selh Jumps of the bed and runs of to bark, "Gwen has fallen down the well come quick come quick!"

But the burden of being a caretaker to a spouse who needs this level of care is emotionally and physically draining.  It is a hard thing to go through and it is harder still to know how hard this all is on him and to understand that my illness is the reason for it.

My IV pump - an older baxter
model "the work horse":
we hang my Banana bag
(vitamins and 5% dextrose)
on one side and the
antibiotic bags on the other side.
I also have PCA that is not pictured.




I use humor to get through most hard times, in the beginning I would joke about my condition having a higher mortality rate that Ebola.  I thought it was funny . . . considering the hospital still had Ebola warning signs up at the front door stating it was certified to handle an outbreak if one should hit in small town CA this is where you come! like some odd advertisement.  I saw those signs and found them hilarious. So the Ebola joke was for me a way of wrapping my head around how serious this is, more viscerally than filling out the advanced directive forms or having a doctor exclaim they are amazed I am stil alive for the upteenth time. My little Ebola joke was a way for me to get a handle on what was going on inside my body and what I was fighting and why I had to be a good compliant patient and rest and do as I was instructed. My little joke was how I was coping with it all. 
One of my doses of "meds"
 I do this every 4 hours.

Until the day I quipped off my little Ebola Joke to a close friend and my husband turned to me with tears in his eyes and said. “please don’t say that any more, I don’t want to hear that anymore.”

“I am joking hun,” 
I replied almost dismissively, “just about the odds you know, like gallows humor”

From a still and stone expression as a single tear escaped his steely gaze he said, “I know the odds, and I don’t think it is funny.”

He is right of course, it is not funny and we both know the odds and we are still in the woods on this one. 

All of the fur babies in bed helping with the healing: Ellie, Selah, and my cat Pax.

I am told it will be some more weeks before things will turn around and I am still strong and hopeful and in my fighting spirit.  We are coping as best we can on this one and we are lucky to have some amazing friends who come by to help with the daily life maintenance stuff which becomes seemingly impossible with all that must be doing with IV tubing and medication bags and injections – thinking about sorting laundry and vacuuming floors feels like a far away luxury of health.  So we are blessed to have the support of some really lovely friends who have come to help us keep coping.  And that is what we will continue to do until we win this battle and trust me we will win this battle and walk together out of the woods, cause that is what we do.  We keep going, hand in hand like always with two funny little pups on either side of us.

All of us
That is all I can muster for now – I’ll fill in the blanks later and continue to update as things change. Until then I’ll let Sondheim take us home.

Into the woods,
Without delay,
But careful not
To lose the way.
Into the woods,
Who knows what may
Be lurking on the journey?
Into the woods
To get the thing
That makes it worth
The journeying.

Into the woods!
Into the woods!
Into the woods,
Then out of the woods,

And home before it's dark!