July 11th was my moms birthday. She spent it having very bad cramps again from the chemo. I went to bed later in the afternoon. She had just got done throwing up and was moaning in her bed right before I laid down. When I woke up at midnight, my father told me that he had to take her to the ER again. They gave her morphine for the pain and did a CAT scan. They see a blockage again and that means this time they might actually do the surgery.
She had really wanted to go to my nephews wedding in VT this Friday, but I don't think that will be happening.
I went to the doctor and have been put on stomach pills, my heart rate while on them has been a little bit better, still running high, but has come down about 10 beats per min on average, sometimes more.
The 20th I start taking pills to kill the H. Pylori infection. It is 8 pills a day. 50% of people can't tolerate it and have to stop. I really hope I can. I want to kill it.
I then have to go to a gastro doc to make sure it is dead, since it has only an 80% clearance rate because H. Pylori has become immune to antibiotics. Then after all that I am most likely going to have to have breathing tests and a CT scan of my lungs. Depending on my heart maybe a 2nd visit to a cardio doctor and a possible colon scope (which I am putting off as long as possible because they knock you out with benzos and I shouldn't have any for 6 months to 2 years, it all depends on my body or the withdrawal can start all over) because my ulcertive colitis might be back in an active phase. I might even need a stomach scope as well. And maybe a sleep clinic since I wake up gasping for air sometimes. I just don't want to die and being this sick really messes with my head and makes me very depressed. I assume it would upset most people.
I am not eating a lot, but I am eating more than I was since taking these pills.
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You are in my prayers.
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