Saturday, October 21, 2017

Chronic A-Fib Living with or Existing ?

     September 24,2017 I woke about 3AM with a choking cough, due to the chronic rejection. This time nothing would move. I honestly felt it was to be my last few breaths. I managed a slight intake of breath and blasted air out giving it my one last time.   Finally- relief, I could breathe. 

But, I triggered my A-fib.  And it has stayed with me ever since, like a long lost enemy.  Believe me when I say - it is NOT a long lost friend.

All the other "episodes" would correct themselves within a few days. The one previous to this, I went to my Cardiologist and received an IV until it corrected back to my normal heart rhythm.

     If you follow this blog, you may remember I cannot take any anti-coagulants due to hemorrhaging from my right lung in 2014. A very scary summer I have no desire to repeat anytime soon.
However, I am again taking a chance.  October 6,  still having an erratic heart rate, I visited my Cardiologist. We had to stop the Multaq, not recommended for long term A-Fib. This has given my heart free reign on being all over the spectrum as to rhythm.  Metoprolol went from 12.5mg to 75 mg twice a day, started Digoxin, and Xarelto. Yes, I asked for a blood thinner until we can at least try ablation or anything to keep me from a stroke. Imagine feeling great and so well managed on minimal doses to having Saurons army of Orcs pounding inside your chest wanting out.
We also discussed me getting the Watchman implanted in my left Atrial appendage. This would mean no more blood thinners !

     In the middle of all this, I had other appointments, and did battle with my lung transplant team. They did not want me taking Xarelto or having ANY devices implanted at this time. My cardiologist called on the 6th, left them a message and we waited. Monday, I called them and did the one thing I most regret. I told them I was doing as my Cardiologist recommended as I had heard nothing from them. This is the culmination of a few mistakes that I question them making in dealing with my health.  My Cardiologist again called and finally got a return call.   What ensued between my transplant center may have them kicking me out of the program. I.E.  calling in a Rx for Levacquin (I cannot take) and then calling another Rx into a mail order for 3 tablets of Levacquin. Why would anyone call in an antibiotic a patient needs NOW, to a mail order that will take 2 weeks to get to you? Three tablets ??? Seriously ?!?  My right lung would laugh hysterically at that paltry defense, break out the catapults and gloriously defeat such a minute attack ! They also called in Gabapentin, to help with my cough, which is getting beyond controllable even with Tussionex. I can count on one hand the number of good nights sleep I've had in 5 years..  Once I read the side effects, I said nope, nada, no way. I am disappointed enough in how this is being handled, I refuse to take anything that could enhance that feeling. So, I am dealing with the cough. As usual.

     The 16th was an appointment for a CTA of my heart to see if I can be a candidate for the Watchman. We failed. I was too nauseaus and the contrast (which I had to get permission for from my kidney transplant team) would make me sicker.. Oh yay ! We tried again yesterday, after 3 tries they could not get an IV catheter to go in far enough to inject the dye, plus my heart beat was all over the spectrum.. 19-150-68-120-52-49-113  yep that was me...  Now we will try again on the 27th at the hospital where they will access my port instead of a vein.

       I am concerned. The contrast could damage my transplanted kidney. To insert the watchman they will have to create a small puncture through the septum wall between the Atrium chambers. The same wall that was repaired 26 years ago to end my Primary Pulmonary Hypertension along with my bilateral lung transplant. The electrophysiologist promised to plug that hole really well... Hopefully I can also get ablation done to correct this darned A-Fib.  My shortness of breath has increased 3-fold. AFib causes it as well as my chronic rejection. I need this corrected so I can tell when my rejection gets worse.

     It is a lovely sunny Saturday, me & Ozzi are delivering goodies to a local pet rescue and then me, him & the Orcs will relax outside and try to read an uplifting book.

I.Am.Still.Here.
I.Am.Alive
I.Got.This.


   




Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Comfort Zones

We all have them. Those places and people that we know we can trust with our lives. They know us there. They support us and often literally keep us alive.

This is extremely true for transplant recipients. Our Transplant Centers are our Comfort Zones. for many of us, this is where we found the physicians that have ever been able to answer our questions about our diagnosis.  I remember my first trip to University of Pittsburgh. I searched 28 years for answers to what my diagnosis actually was, and the cause.  Then as if by magic, I was overwhelmed with answers ! And the Coordinators- oh my ! if all health care staff could be just like them.  They were caring , positive, and so friendly.

Great flash back... and you know, even now at a different transplant center, this remains true.  We as patients literally put our lives and well being into their hands. No other doctors office runs like these do.  We talk to a live person, we get call backs, we get answers AND we do not have to wait 48 hours!  Many times I have said, "I wish all offices could be like my center."

I am currently in a concerning dilemma.
I sense the chronic rejection/infection from my right lung has sneakily taken up residence in my left lung.  Now this devious organ has tried this before, many times.  We try to catch it early and make it move back home.  Let me give you a little history here. The right lung is from a double lung transplant almost 26 years ago (I know, Yay me !) while the left lung was re-transplanted at Shands Hospital almost 15 years ago (again Go Me !!). I am known for doing all possible to stay away from hospital admissions.

Through the years my transplant coordinator has always known that if I call and say there is an issue, we jump right on it.  We've shared many hospital admissions that took me years to get my strength and endurance back, and neither of us want a repeat.  Bette, happy and medically managed healthy is a wondrous thing to be !

I've noticed my cough ( part of right lung chronic rejection, and as Heddi would say "A real Bugger") has gotten more prominent. Pain in my right side tells me it's on the move. Pain on my left side screams "Get it out !"  My cough can be loose (preferably) or tight to the point of choking me (not fun). When you are woken up at 3AM choking and cannot get air in to make ANYTHING move- it is NOT a good thing. Both sides ache from muscles being strained to unbelievable levels. Been there. done that. Sadly it will happen again many times in my life.  My friends know, my biggest fear is suffocating, alone and no help.

This is where I am now.  Plus temperatures off and on  for the last 3 weeks.  Now comes the inevitable, walking across the room and I am struggling to breathe. This is NOT the Bette, who was walking and climbing in Maine just a few months ago ! This is NOT the Bette I want to be !
I coughed/ choked so long and hard on Sunday morning I went into A-Fib- today is Tuesday and I am still trying to get my heart rate back to normal.  I will, if not my cardiologist will bring me in and there is an IV that works - just an annoyance is all.

Now the real concern... There is not one physician or coordinator who remembers my past history. They are all NEW !  I was called in a prescription for Levacquin, 1 tablet a day for 7 days. Ha ! I laughed hysterically.. I know it has to be knocked out and fast. This infection will shore up the tower, bring out the seige enginges and merely enjoy the little attack on it's defenses. Plus, I cannot take it. Levacquin causes a prolonged QT wave in your heart. I already have that, plus it does not play nice with my heart medication Multaq. I had open heart surgery with the double lung transplant instead of a heart transplant as well.

I called up Monday and asked if there was availability for a Wednesday visit.  They were full & overbooked. Now, under different circumstances, this infection would have been long moved back to it's home with me being treated like we normally do.  Heavy duty antibiotics called in & if I don't feel better within 14 days, a visit to start IV meds.  I have repeated my history multiple times. I wonder if they are tired of hearing  "This is what Dr. Baz always did for me and it worked ?"  Maybe I should change it to Dr. Baz, Dr. Akindipe & Dr. Salgado ? In my defense, my previous physicians proved to me time and time again- they would keep me alive.  Those transplant coordinators deserve a universe of praise as well ! I admit, when I'm sick, I want to get well NOW.  I had all these transplants to embrace life and this is merely an interference with me getting on with life.
I guess what I'm saying is, after trial and error we found what works for me. I don't really want to go through trial and error again. Is it too much to ask, to have a physician who KNOWS me and a coordinator as well.

During this phone call, I spoke with Rita the transplant assistant. When I mentioned coming up, her response was, "You're one of our strongest patients, when you call we know you are serious." My response: "I know! right! You're the only one there who remotely remembers my history."  I did get an appointment, with a promise that I will be given nothing unless in conjunction with my Cardiologist approval. As long as he knows, and we are proactive, I'm OK with it.

My suggestion for hiring coordinators. Let's not look at qualifications, but more at longevity. My coordinator in Pittsburgh is still there 26 years later. How comforting that is. My original coordinator  at Shands, I had for many years & was heartbroken to lose her as well as my physician (happily married with gorgeous kids), but there was a long period of transition to Sonja. Sonja was moved to pre-transplant after a few years and I got Chad who after 2 visits took a promotion and I got Sherrie. I just barely knew her and she left. After a few talks with Ashley-Marie my new coordinator, she is trying her best to know me and be my advocate. I only hope she stays for a long time.. The foundation of my comfort zone has shaken just like out recent Hurricane. This appointment will be stressful as I fight for what I know I need from years of experience, as well as try to not bring up physicians of the past.

Safe to say, I will get through this. I am not ready to check out yet, even with continual coughing for 5 years and lack of sleep from said coughing.. This is still my life and I intend to check out when I am ready. My goal to be back in Maine next summer and walking those inclines again !  Oh, and the lobster and Haddock are a great enticement too   :)

Be safe... Be a Donor.... Lives depend on you .

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Being Thankful





Never forget... Things could always be worse...
Be thankful... you woke up
Be thankful... You are Alive...

 Obstacles are just that.. A minor bump in your journey that makes you stronger.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Finally News I can Smile About !

As I mentioned in a previous blog post, I've been bleeding internally since 2013, in 2014 we found it was from my right lung. Yeah the bad one from my 1st transplant 24 years ago..
I guess after all this time, it has a right to protest the captivity :)

While my transplant team also sent me home in 2014 with the statement, there's really nothing more we can do, and I accepted it to a degree, I also decided this was my fight.  That being said after 3 long years of becoming thoroughly exhausted from that long 3.5 hour one way drive to Shands and waking at 2AM to do the drive......  My PFTs  have risen !!!  My lung function is better, not where I'd love it to be,but better. We lungers will happily take any good news we can get..I watched as  my lung function has steadily declined over the past years but three months ago it stabilized...   Insert brief hope here :)

This visit they are up a bit ! I'm feeling better, not where I would like to be , but enough to get housework, yard work, etc done at my own pace without massive fatigue and continual naps.
Ozzi may not be happy with me skipping an afternoon nap here and there, but I will certainly  make it up to him somehow.

I have stopped all nebulizers. The excruciating ear pain causing the worst case scenario of vertigo imaginable brought on that decision.  It will also save me close to $400 a month. I know I will go back on it sometime soon,, just not now. I also recognize that the summer months June, July & August are my "magical" months.. You know, the ones where I end up in the hospital and have to claw my way out. I am preparing for those months, and this year am determined they will be my friend- no hospital.After all, what is 3 measley months out of 12 anyway?

We transplant patients don't "bounce back" like healthy folks, mine took 3 years..

All my other issues are still with me, but this I had to shout. I have worked hard for this glimmer and I intend to celebrate !

Oh, and the best yet ! Kidney and Lung Transplant told me, they didn't know what I was doing- just KEEP DOING IT ...


Be someone's Miracle- Become and Organ and Tissue Donor

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

It's Just Me Again !

     I have been regularly berating myself for not posting, however once again why post if it's negative. I've been in that mood of "just nothing to say" for awhile now. The day to day struggle can wear a person down, and reminding myself to just get up and do it, doesn't always work.  The mind is a powerful thing when it does not want to budge.
     After discovering I was experiencing every side effect from long term use of Colistin, I have been changed to a different inhaled antibiotic. I am now using Amikacin, and it was amazing the first 3 weeks ! I had no cough, I was sleeping ALL night and my energy returned. Sadly so did an excruciating earache. Not just the ear, this extended all the way down my neck - ear canal- type of ache. Nothing worked. I then discovered in rare circumstances it can cause hearing loss....
Hmmmm choose between hearing or having my lungs.. Difficult choice huh? I stopped the Amikacin for a week,, and the cough returned with a vengeance. Yes , even to coughing so voraciously I lost my breakfast in the mornings. We decided to try once a day and see if kept the infection at bay. It did.. Well until December, when the nebulizer paralyzed my vocal cords... Yes ... completely.. I had no .. NO voice.. and it was painful to try and talk.
      Eleven days in the Florida Keys in relative quiet. I guess my husband handled it quite well ;)
It was still the best and warmest Christmas to date. We played with a family of Manatee that were residents in the marina, and basically enjoyed the sunshine. My neice and her family came to visit for a day, being stationed in Key West, made Christmas away from family, better because there was family. Went into Key West for a day and Ozzi discovered the famous Key West Roosters !  We tried to visit again and after finding NO parking chose to go back to the campground.. Money saved-right ?
      Ten days on Cipro for Diverticulitis caused me to once again stop the Amikacin. I had severe Vertigo and didn't need to give it anymore help. Now it is with regret, that I go back on schedule with the nebulizer, I feel the need to fight this infection once again. I will admit, the freedom of being away has been such a heavenly relief..
For now.... Back to the grindstone....  Well until the earache retuns again anyway..

Life is a series of things we simply don't want to do... Do them anyway.. It matters ..


   

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

And The Fun Continues

     The last month or so has brought about changes and new /old decisions.
I am now also seeing a local Pulmonologist, in case of emergency. This was my suggestion so a physician here will know of my status should I need to go to a local hospital. Which would be absolutely one foot in the grave for this to happen. I have a dreaded fear of my local hospitals, that they seem to reinforce at every turn. If you are an organ transplant recipient, you will agree that your transplant center is leagues ahead of local hospitals ~hands down.

     If I am not blogging much this is for two reasons. When I do not feel well, I honestly haven't much to say. I become a serious introvert, quiet, and conserving my energy for getting well. Plus, who wants to always hear me whine about aches, pains, "I'm getting worse !" on Social Media. To me it's a downer and at this stage of my life something I need to avoid. I understand the occasional, but it is the constant and somewhat depressing outcry that can bring us all down, and not who I promised myself I'd become. I want my friends/ family to laugh, smile and keep me encouraged. I do feel for those who aren't feeling well or facing life altering changes, and I feel very deeply for them. This is just my viewpoint on me. Secondly, I rarely make it to my computer to do much of anything when I feel bad. Since my days already consist of multiple naps, when feeling bad there is usually more napping involved ~ and let's be honest. Would you turn down a great nap, in a cool dark room, covered in soft blankets- for typing on Social Media?

      But I digress. Over the last month, I have found I no longer qualify for a Handicapped parking permit. That was a Prednisone  moment for a few days. Me? who can barely breathe on a good day, no longer qualifies. Sure... that's our wonderful State Legislature and my Senator in particular Nancy Detert hard at work for us.  I spoke with her office about changing the laws back or giving a bit of slack to those of us who must park at the end of the lot and struggle to get to that Blessed air conditioning- and was referred to the Department of Motor Vehicles ! Imagine that, passing the buck when she had a hand in  making these rules tighter.  I consider myself a responsible Handicapped Permit person. On days when I feel good- I walk, there are others who need that spot more than I . However on those days when it is a struggle, yes I need a bit of assistance. Well, apparently not now.

     This last month has also seen a few changes in my health. I am back on my antibiotic Colistin until my Amikacin arrives. Plus who really wants to waste $400 of medicine?  Hopefully the Amikacin will "jolt" my lungs into fighting, well my left lung anyway. I'm not sure if I mentioned this or not, but I have my nebulizer next to my stationery bicycle. So, I must either sit on my bike or ride it , albeit slowly while I nebulize. Great way to psychologically make me exercise- right? I thought so too. I am however very winded when I finish, due to the ride and the Colistin trying to tighten my airways . Plus I am always fatigued and ready for nap #1. Hopefully the Amikacin will change this, update to follow.

     The main event in my month happened yesterday while talking with my Coordinator. She asked if I was opposed to going back on oxygen. That brought about a flood of memories and thoughts.  Opposed? No.. Do I want to ? No  Did I eventually know this would happen? Of course.  We discussed using oxygen while I sleep and exercise. Which is usually the norm in starting use. I used to sleep the sleep of the dead when I had it eons before. AND no massive headaches when I woke up. I breathe shallowly during sleep, I can create a headache. It sometimes goes away after a few hours and sometimes not. I also noticed during my last clinic visit, that walking from the waiting room to get my vitals done, my O2 sat level had dropped to 90 but slowly came back up to 95. We lungers have secret ways to get those sats back up ;)  So this might just help a bit in the long run. We're gonna wait and see if the Amikacin helps with the symptoms, yes the Colistin causes headaches as well and take it from there during my next visit in October.

     I have been hesitant about oxygen, as this is a new step for my husband too. He met me just after my 2nd lung transplant and hasn't really witnessed me being sick. Well the hemorrhaging last year was a huge wake up call for him. Plus, depending on the oxygen I get, it can be noisy. Not really conducive to romance either... We shall see..

     All changes in lifestyle, but nothing that cannot be overcome. I have always viewed using oxygen as giving my body what it vitally needs that I can no longer supply as needed, much like a person with a prosthetic. It  helps keep the rest of me oxygenated and healthy, while the lungs deteriorate. Merely being honest.. I am known for the bold truth.

Oh ! I almost forgot... I will be checking off an item on my Bucket List sometime soon ! I can't tell- after all this is Social Media and can't let "the cat out of the bag" just yet. More to come though !

Have a happy, joyous life no matter your health issues. You are here, and your family and friends are delighted !
   

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

The Fun Begins Anew

      I have been off my nebulizer since Thursday night.  Per my Coordinator, stay off until we get a new plan together.  I will admit, each day has been glorious watching these symptoms slowly disappear. I have more energy than possible,  no headache, the horribly bad taste is gone,  nausea leaving, and my appetite has returned to the point I once again enjoy cooking !

      That is until last night. My cough is slowly returning.  It isn't serious, merely constantly annoying and has a mission to interrupt my sleep. I cleared my throat and coughed all night.
I suspected my feeling ill was lack of sleep, that is until my temperature started rising. It isn't super high, but is a definite marker of what is to come.

So, with shivering body, socks, heavy robe,  I'm huddled under many blankets, Ozzi at my side hopeful the TV will set up and I can watch my Amazon Prime movie,  Hercules. What better way to feel better !!!

All will be better soon, I have faith.