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What Just Happened?

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It has been a long road since my last post and we have only started this journey. In my last post I shared my drs news that I may have a carcinoid tumor and was in need of a test to find the exact location. The test is called an MRE, which is a fancy MRI with two different contrasts and a glucagon injection in conjunction with some advanced magnetic manipulation of your bodies cells. Due to my Mastocytosis and past reactions to contrasts the plan was to do the procedure under anesthesia, intubate me to protect my airway, place me in a ventilator, do the test and keep me on the vent until the swelling went down. Lee flew in from Oklahoma and took the whole week off not knowing what to expect. We drove five hours one way to the major medical center, checked into the hotel, and got ready for the weeks adventure.

Testing Day 1 MRE

I finally had the test and it went better than expected. I did not need anesthesia but they kept the anesthesiologist just outside the room just in case. I tolerated both contrasts well with premedication. Praise the Lord! We returned to the hotel for the evening instead of returning to the Panhandle area as was reccomended in case of delayed reaction. At 8pm that night I received a phone call from my dr. The MRE had revealed two masses in my intestines that were believed to be malignant. A colonoscopy was scheduled where biopsies would be taken.

Day 2 A New Feeding Tube

This was a pretty easy day. I ask if they would change out the tube without any anesthesia and they did. We went back to the room and watched movies and slept.

Day 3 Colonoscopy

It was a very busy day! A teaching hospital filled with students and a patient with two rare conditions caused lots of activity. After a long hard day the biopsies were not able to be collected as the tumors are on the outside of the intestines. I was kept overnight in the hospital for observation because my heart rate was elevated as I was coming out of anesthesia.

Day 4 What Just Happened?

At 10pm I received a phone call on my floor nurses phone while I was in the hospital. Another MRE was planned to check the liver and pancreas and see if the cancer has spread. They were going to come get me in the night and had a few questions. A consult with surgey was to follow the test to talk about obtaining the biopsies.

No MRE overnight. Blood work started the day off at 5:45 am and from that moment on the flurry of activity never stopped. Morning rounds, visits from the dietician to evaluate my malnutrition level, the TPN department to evaluate my current formula and if was meeting my needs, X-rays ordered to check my PICC line placement, I had no fewer than five blood draws, the admin lady came twice and never did get a chance to say little more than her name before another team would jump in. What began as a 24 hr hospitalization for observation ended with a conference with the chief of colo/rectal surgery who proposed a 2 week hospital stay, the removal of my ilium, cecum, and part of my colon, giving me a colostomy bag until my Mastocytosis inflamation went down (which would pretty much be the rest of my life as inflamation is a chronic standard with mastocytosis), staying on TPN, and not allowing any water by mouth or tube for the foreseeable future. She listed about 10 different reasons why I was going to be a very complicated case…… and that was just to treat one tumor. She was not going to do anything about the other. If there were any more tumors found in the liver or pancreas they would bring in other teams of doctors to handle those. They didn’t have TPN for me for the 2nd day and would not let me use my own. I checked myself out of the hospital against their wishes and we began the five hour trip back to the condo where I am staying.

Before surgery department could come I really felt like the Lord was leading me to begin the process to get into the New Orleans Louisiana Neuroendocrine Tumor Specialists. Lee called them and got me set up in their system. About an hour after leaving the hospital, I got a phone call from the specialists in Louisiana. They gave me a list of what records they would need. They are preparing an email for me with orders for additional tests needed. When I get all of my required info to them the team will review my case. They will either schedule me an appointment to see them, request more testing, or give me other guidance. If they agree to take me my appointment would be about two weeks later. I feel very good about this team and the treatment options they offer. They literally wrote the standards for neuroendocrine tumors. Although I hope I can get the needed tests and I will be accepted, I have the peace the passes all understanding. God has been very active and real through this whole process, I see his fingerprints everywhere and His whispers of love are continually in my ear. We arrived back at the condo and got a very good nights sleep. I am filled with hope as I continue to focus on who is really in control. My Father has got this, he tells me so everyday, all day long, everywhere I go like in these verses from 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 and this song from Mercy Me “Greater”. May you find your source of hope and healing from the Great Physician.

“That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won’t last very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.”

Hope & healing,

Christal

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The information contained on this blog is not intended or implied to be a substitute for professional medical advice. This is my experience and for informational purposes only. Please seek the advice of your physician regarding treatment for any medical condition.

Christal

Mastocytosis Angels in Disguise

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Mastocytosis Flare Recovery Month 7 Day 19 – Saturday
Today, we were at the store buying a power inverter for my pump. We headed toward the front of the store when I heard a lady yelling “Wait,wait! I’m following you.” We were near the check out line and there was a sizable crowd; as one would expect on a Saturday afternoon. I turned around and to my surprise she was talking to me. The smiling woman proceeded to ask me if I was going through chemo. I told her no, I had another disease that was in the same class as cancer but instead of making tumors my body makes too many immune cells. These immune cells build up in my internal organs making me have allergic reactions to pretty much everything that enters my body through eating, drinking, medications, anything absorbed in my skin or even fragrances or aromas inhaled. I battle anaphylaxis. She introduced herself as Caroline and she was a stage 4 colon cancer survivor. She said “I just want to tell you that God is good and I’m going to be praying for you.”

I was so thankful for the kindness of a stranger who was able to look past my PICC line, mask and fanny pack overflowing with tubes. Remembering what she went through, she offered the gift of prayer. I thanked her and as we parted I was a little overwhelmed. This was the first time a complete stranger has responded with so much compassion.

In the minutes that followed, I began thinking how with just five short words she was able to explain what she had, level of involvement, and the smallest amount of time she had been cancer free to be qualified as a survivor. Having several friends with similar cancer battles, I understood what her treatment may have entailed and some of what she may have endured. I can imagine that she had surgery, was progressively sick after treatment days, she probably lost all of her hair, and she may have had the unescapable metallic taste in her mouth. Although Mastocytosis has been recognized since the 1980’s it has only recently started a growth explosion. Most people feel like pioneers because the general population and most medical providers are unaware of this debilitating disease. It is really hard, even for close friends and family to understand exactly what it is like living with this particular disease. Only by living with a mast cell disease could someone know the daily dilemmas we face.  For example, walking into a public restroom and succumbing to the combination of air freshener and bleach. Having a wave of instant and extreme nausea plus feeling like you may pass out. Holding your breath, you quickly retreat while the room gets dark and your body becomes weak. When the nausea finally leaves the it is merely replaced with brain fog, trouble concentrating, flushing, feeling like your face is on fire, itching, and possibly hives. When you finally start to feel better it is then you realize you still have to go to the bathroom.

I am not complaining. Caroline was right, God is good. He has provided everything that I have needed for this battle however, if as pioneers we do not share what it is like to live with this strange disease we will never move on from a first generation experience. Helping others identify these odd symptoms early on will help them to prevent their disease severity. I went undiagnosed for more than two decades and that is much harder to come back from than someone who receives early treatment.

It is very challenging but His grace gives me the ability to get up everyday and be his hands and feet to His people. He gives me hope that a cure will one day be found. As she endeavors to pray for a stranger, I too will be praying for Caroline and for her ministry of the heart for today she was my angel.

Don’t forget to be kind to strangers, for some who have done this have entertained angels without realizing it!
Hebrews 13:2 NLB

Christal

Mastocytosis Recovery Month 7 Day 15

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Today is day two of a lowered dose of steroids. I have significant swelling of the face, lip and throat. Day two is always worse for me until my body gets used to the new dose. Although I do not feel my best, I am thankful to be able to be moving forward.  Getting off the steroids all together is the goal, which is something I have not been able to do for 7 1/2 months. There are lots of side effects and other complications that come from being on them long-term. My battle with Mastocytosis is ongoing but there is movement. Today I feel like I am living the lyrics of one of my favorite songs by Mercy Me. 

“Move”

I’m not about to give up
Because I heard you say
There’s gonna be brighter days
There’s gonna be brighter days
I won’t stop, I’ll keep my head up
No, I’m not here to stay
There’s gonna be brighter days
There’s gonna be brighter days

I just might bend but I won’t break
As long as I can see your face

[Chorus:]
When life won’t play along
And right keeps going wrong
And I can’t seem to find my way
I know where I am found
So I won’t let it drag me down
Oh, I’ll keep dancing anyway

I’m gonna move (move)
I’m gonna move (move)
I’m gonna move

I’ve got to hold it steady
Keep my head in the game
Everything is about to change
Everything is about to change

This hurt is getting heavy
But I’m not about to cave
Everything’s about to change
There’s gonna be brighter days

I just might bend but won’t break
As long as I can see your face

[Chorus]

No matter what may come
Gotta move to a different drum
No matter what life brings
Gotta move gotta move to a different beat [x2]

I just might bend but won’t break
As long as I can see your face

[Chorus x2]

No matter what may come
Gotta move to a different drum
No matter what life brings
Gotta move gotta move to a different beat

Christal
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