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The BIG news!

I had been planning on posting this this last weekend but there’s been a lot going on…

So the big news…. drumroll…. is that we are moving. Yes, for those of you who have seen or visited our house and know how perfect it is for us might be surprised but there are many reasons why we must move. And the move isn’t a small one. We aren’t staying within Yakima or Washington State or even the west coast, we’re moving to Pittsburgh. By now you likely know that Ian is from Pittsburgh and that we’ve been there a number of times in our 13 years together (actually we’ve known each other for 14 but have been and “item” since December 2003). It will be a gigantic change, especially for li’l ol’ west coast me, but it’s one we’re both looking forward to.

We’ve been thinking about moving east for a while now. The plan a few years ago was that Ian would go back to school and study radiology while I continued to work. Once graduating from the 2 year program we would look for a job for him in Pittsburgh where there are numerous hospitals and opportunities. And then we were hit by the 16-wheeler called “transplant” and everything came to a screeching halt. When Ian’s health began to suffer starting last November it started to look like we might never get to the top of the hole we were being buried in. It was a challenge, both for being a caretaker and for some other reason that I may never know of, for me to get hours in at work and Ian simply couldn’t work. The struggle has been more difficult to bear than I may have let on – you know, pride and all that BS.

Now we’re at a point where we just can’t stay in Yakima even if we wanted to. There aren’t enough jobs to chose from for Ian who is not interested in working labor, retail or food service at this stage in his life. He has tried many things – despite what two of my relatives believe (yes, gotta love that blood is thicker than water business) – like working for an archeologist for many years, some of which while also working at Starbucks, and losing his job because his boss moved, applying and being interviewed for a CNA program but getting turned down for being overqualified, offering his triple-certified master bike mechanic talents to tuning up people’s bikes, restringing tennis rackets, being part owner in a wonderful ice rink (which went south because the property owners did not understand what a money maker such a thing could be during the holidays), he worked for a company that assembled things like bicycles for stores like Walmart but had to quit because he was appalled at the lack of quality and safety that was being put into their products (seriously, you’re taking your life in your hands with a pre-assembled bike at Walmart) and then working at Essencia bakery in downtown Yakima. And before becoming ill he also tried his hand at working at PNWU where I am employed. Despite all his efforts and my jobs at Inklings Bookshop, PNWU and the Capitol Theatre we just couldn’t make ends meet.

Our sweet Yakima house with more history than you can shake a stick at! It’ll take someone special to appreciate what this precious house and property has to offer.

Pittsburgh will offer us many things: family, opportunity, inspiration, healthcare and relief. We will be staying with Ian’s mom for a while as we look for another perfect house, get jobs and manage to catch our breath. The sale of our absolutely charming Yakima house will provide us with a down payment for our next home and a little money to invest in getting back on our feet. There are so many job opportunities in PGH (let’s just get familiar with it, shall we) because after the steel and mining industries faded away as the main sources of income for the area the arts and education stepped in to take their place. There is a huge amount of universities, theatres, museums, libraries, galleries and hospitals that it’s a bit mind-boggling. (Thanks Andrew Carnegie!) When we get there I’ll be filling you in with what we find and what advantages PGH offers for us. Just the fact that I won’t have to travel 4 hours or be flown to where my doctors are every time there’s an emergency will be a huge addition to our lives. UPMC is an incredible hospital that will be the closest thing to “one-stop-shopping” that my little challenge of a body could ask for! I’m already getting scheduled for appointments because my incredible transplant doctor at OHSU, Dr. Jill Gelow, and her coordinator-extraordinaire, Suzanne Hanson, are working to have everything set up for me health-wise when we get there.

Except for a short stint in college and a 6-month span right after I have lived in Yakima my whole life. I never anticipated doing that.  I know that Yakima holds a lot of wonderful things for a lot of people and that’s great, but for me it’s been difficult to be as ill as I’ve been and be in a place that didn’t offer very much inspiration or opportunity for my particular personality.

A great view from PNC Park that I found on the internet. Pittsburgh is in the background and looks like the backdrop of a late show to me! We sat near this same spot at a game a couple of years ago and it was much more impressive in person.

And while PGH is Ian’s home town it is very different than it was when he left 14 years ago. We’ve been amazed and excited in our trips “back home”. The trees and humidity will be good for my soul. The vast amounts of family that have been waiting for us will feel like walking into a big hug. The fresh start is what we have been holding onto as our dangling carrot among times that were so difficult we didn’t think we’d see our way out. The transition will be very hard but I think we’ll both be filled with relief with the support and inspiration that will come from the move.

We’d like to have the house on the market around the beginning of July. Our real estate agent, a lovely man who sold us the house in the first place, believes that people will be lined up for it. If our neighbor’s house sold in two days I don’t think ours will be far off from that.

We will be having packing days if people would like to come help and we’ll have a yard sale – first dibs to those that offer their assistance! We’ll also have a party or open-house for anyone that would like to come say farewell. If you’ve been a bit of a stranger we’d love to hear from you, if you’ve had our back for a long time know that we both love and appreciate you and what you’ve done for us. We wouldn’t be able to take on another challenge without that support.

More soon! xo – Mimi

Here’s a lovely collection of some of the most beautiful places in Pittsburgh. (Check out any pics online of the Cathedral of Learning and the Nationality Rooms! It’s like Hogwarts meets the UN!) I know that the name “Pittsburgh” doesn’t make most people think of beautiful things – you know, the whole “pit” aspect of the name – but I really think it’s a misnomer to keep most people out much like the Vikings use of Greenland vs. Iceland. It really isn’t the pits!


Winding down and gearing up

Hello, friends!

When I was a little girl and tried to keep a diary I would often begin my entries with an apology to said diary about my long absence. “Dear, Diary, I’m so sorry it’s been so long since my last entry. SO MUCH has happened! I’ll have to catch you up…” Apparently, things haven’t changed much because I’m feeling the same urge to apologize to you. The difference being, of course, that no one was actually reading my diary back then, or, if they were, they were probably pretty darn annoyed with my apologizing!

Ok, now that that business is out of the way let’s get to the update…

A couple of weeks ago Ian and I finally got to a doctor in Seattle for his abdominal symptoms. He had been in such bad shape that he almost went through with the sphincterotomy ERCP that his GI doc in TriCities suggested. The procedure to cut the sphincter of oddi, the opening where enzymes are added to digestion from the gallbladder and pancreas, was a last ditch effort by that GI doc who just couldn’t figure out what to do with Ian. HOORAY FOR US that we waited! (Especially for Ian.) Dr. Irani, a GI doc at Seattle’s Virginia Mason hospital specializing in SOD (sphincter of oddi dysfunction), went through what he thought might be possibilities for Ian’s area of complaint with us. He brusquely went through about four or five different options and ruled out most of them based on one factor or another. What it came down to was “functional dyspepsia” or “gastroparesis“, but he was leaning heavily on the first – neither of which would have been helped with the ERCP procedure. He did say, however, that if Ian had needed that procedure that it wasn’t nearly as risk-riddled, controversial or last-ditch as Ian had been hearing.

Dr. Irani ordered two tests along with a bit of blood work to make sure he was on the right track: a gastric emptying study to check for gastroparesis (a sort of paralyzed gut) and an endoscopic ultrasound (“EUS”, a type of endoscopy where a camera tube goes down the throat to look at the stomach, small intestine, pancreas, bile ducts and liver). The emptying study was done pretty early in Yakima – Ian ate a bit of food laced with radiation and was scanned every hour for four hours to see where the food was – and the EUS was done in Seattle last Thursday. While we don’t have the results of the emptying study (thanks Yakima medical system!) the doctor said that Ian’s pancreas and everything else he looked at in the EUS looked great, very healthy. YAAAAY!!!! That’s incredibly good news! And so we’ll move on from there with that information under our belts. (PS Dr. Irani was much more “warm and fuzzy” with the test. Actually, the whole, huge team of folks that helped Ian was made of some incredibly nice people.)

Now, while Ian’s belly symptoms had very, very slowly been letting up even before hearing this good news he’d managed to develop a new and unnerving mystery issue. For many weeks now he’s been having tingling and weakness in his forearms, hands and lower legs, but excluding his feet. He’s incredibly frustrated and upset by it. Our GP did a brief neuro exam and seemed to feel that the results ruled out anything serious but wants Ian to see a neurologist. He did blood work and included tests for hepatitis and, get this, syphilis….. uh, excuse me? First of all, have you met us?! We’re really not the type to find ourselves in the path of hepatitis and syphilis. Also though, syphilis presents itself as an all-over body rash before ever turning into anything neurological. (I only know because of the magic of Google and many a BBC period mini-series.) At any rate those results were negative (Duh.) so the search continues. I mean, where would we be without a mystery to solve? I told Ian that I wish Agatha Christie was around to get Poirot or someone to figure this out.

As for me I saw a neurologist at OHSU who wanted to put me on Topamax to see if it could help my symptoms. She was thinking that the precursor I feel before passing out or even experiencing pre-syncope (pre-fainting) was similar to seizure. The fact that I have always been clear headed after passing out was not at all similar to seizure, however. (Just to be clear I have not passed out for a really long time but I have had a bit of pre-syncope.) Topamax also has the benefit of being a migraine prevention medication and since I am having migraines 2-4 times a week a break would be nice… it gets really old.

I started the Topamax and within the week of taking it I had zero migraines (YAY!) but managed to have trouble breathing AND constant pre-syncope (uh…… meh). I asked to stop. I was on a very small dose, 25mg, but the side effects were just too much for me. I may try again or ask if symptoms minimize at higher doses or with time. Some medications work like that. If, however, they don’t minimize it’s back to the drawing board. Based on past experience once my stress lets up my head should see nice long periods of relief. It’s a sort of “chicken & egg” situation.

So, that’s the medical update for now. I will have another update this weekend with a HUGE bit of news so stay tuned!


Updates all ’round

Since last we “spoke” a lot has gone down and a lot hasn’t at the same time. In that 4 week span Ian has been to the doctor 4 times, had a 5-hour ER visit, 1 visit with a nutritionist, another ultrasound (this time to rule out kidney infection), a lot more calories and 2 new medications. We thought about trying low THC marijuana (doesn’t make you feel high) for pain but apparently the other chemical in pot, CBD (which controls pain), is counter-indicated for pancreatic issues. (Of course!) One of the new medications he’s trying is an enzyme called Creon and it seems to be doing the most good out of everything he’s tried. The only problem is that it’s recommended that a patient take anywhere from 3-15(!) capsules per meal and his insurance will only cover 1 capsule per meal… so, that makes sense? He’s now out and instead of spending hundreds of dollars for Creon out-of-pocket he’s trying something that’s not quite as good at about $30 for 100.

The plan with all this “getting things stabilized” business is to avoid doing an ERCP with sphicterotomy and to have him relatively comfortable and not losing any more weight until he can see a GI specialist in Seattle at Virginia Mason. His appointment is this coming Friday and I think we’re both really hoping that there’s something more Ian can be doing without doing resorting to something invasive. We’re also trying to keep from expecting miracles. I think right now we’d take just about anything that helps.

Tomorrow Ian will be seeing a massage therapist in order to attempt to get some function back in his hands. While malabsorption can cause nerve issues I’m leaning on the hunch that Ian’s so incredibly tense from 6 months of waiting for answers that the muscles in his shoulders or back are pinching nerves. Hopefully a good therapeutic digging can release some of that.

I realize that this blog was started so that I could report my health updates and lately it’s been Ian updates but I guess we kinda come as a package. Still! I’ll tell you a bit about what’s been going on for me…

To recap just a bit, since December of 2015 my pre-syncope and syncope (pronounced SINK-oh-pee) symptoms have been on the decline. In October of 2015 they had looked at my valves and found my mitral valve to have a leaflet that wasn’t opening all the way. I was sent to talk to the OHSU transplant team to begin the process of heart transplant. They suggested trying to up the dose of blood thinners that I take to see if a blood clot might be what was causing the sticky leaflet, although they were pretty sure it wasn’t the case. December rolled around and my symptoms were letting up a bit but the doctors at OHSU still wanted to pursue transplant.

By the time I had an ovarian cyst rupture in February of 2016 another look at my heart during that hospitalization revealed that the mitral leaflets were acting as they should. I was still having occasional symptoms though… so what does that mean?

I went to Stanford University in May of 2016. Standford was the only west coast location doing a study which involved a Gallium-68 scan, a scan that could see where my tumors are still located. (They’re still nice and cozy where they “belong” – in my liver.) I was feeling better and the cardiologist there did not recommend heart transplant. And things have been pretty quiet for me since then.

However, that being said, I do still have pre-syncope on occasion and lately I’ve been having a sort of warning that pre-syncope is on its way. (Pre-PRE-syncope?) I saw a neurologist at OHSU on May 4th and she wanted to look into seizures as being a possibility. The areas of my body where I feel pressure in that pre-pre-syncope are at the base of my sternum and in my throat. Dr. Bernard (the neuro doc) said the warning feeling and the location are similar to seizure. The difference being that for the times when I fully pass out I wake up knowing what happened, seizure patients are confused upon waking. I had a head CT and lots of bloodwork and will be having an EEG (brain function test). I had an EEG early in the diagnostic process and it was negative. I’m not expecting anything different now.

The fact that I’ve been getting migraines 3-4 (sometimes more) times a week also made her think I would be a good candidate for a medication that prevents migraines as well as seizures. I’m still waiting to hear from my GP about how safe it is for patients on blood thinners. The increase in migraines could, of course, be influenced by the amount of stress both Ian and I are under.

It’s been difficult to work since Ian has had periods of time where he needed someone to help him with basic things and was very anxious about being left alone. I’ve done some wardrobe work at the Capitol Theatre and continue to be the “magazine lady” at Inklings Bookshop once a week, but my work at PNWU has suffered. Whether it’s because things are changing at the U or because of my absences or some sort of political reason I’m barely working. It’s made things incredibly hard and I’m trying to think of ways to make money from home. I knit, sew, do beadwork and all other kinds of organizational and crafty things. Hopefully someone or many someones will realize that they need my help and talents.

I’d love to write an update where I said, “Everything’s GREAT! We’re just so happy!” but if that’s going to happen it’s a little way down the road. Until then I’ll share with you my latest accomplishment: my first pair of knitted socks! I’ve been wanting to make socks for some time. They were tricky and I had to tweak the pattern a bit but I got them to work! Hooray for socks!

Thanks for all your love and support, everyone. We have needed every drop. We will send along whatever love we grow from those seeds to the many folks we know who are also in need of support right now. It’s all about paying it forward. – Mimi




As you may remember Ian had his gallbladder out on the 23rd of March. We were so hoping that after a bit of healing time he would be feeling better than new. It was touch and go at first but gradually turned into a pattern of “two steps forward, one step back”, it did feel like a bit of improvement.

Last weekend things looked like they were in a downward slope again. I was hoping that after the discomfort there would be another period of feeling a bit stronger and being able to eat more. Unfortunately when we went for Ian’s surgical follow-up on Tuesday things had not improved and seemed to be getting worse. Dr. Young had Ian get a blood test and two hours later told us that Ian’s amylase was elevated, a sign of pancreatitis. We waited at the surgeon’s office while a bed was found at the hospital across the street.

Now it’s two days later and Ian FINALLY saw the most inept GI doc I’ve ever met. Here are some of the ridiculous tidbits of information he had to impart:

  • Ian did not/does not have pancreatitis (never mind that he was treated for pancreatitis by being put on IV fluids, taken off of solid food and only allowed a “clear liquid” diet for two days.)
  • The color, texture and smell of one’s stool (sorry if this is TMI for you delicate souls) has no significance to a person’s health unless there is blood in the stool. (So then why do hospitals bother so much to collect and study stool? Why are there lab tests for stool if it doesn’t offer information?)
  • He wants to put Ian on another form of antidepressant that addresses chronic pain (because finding the ACTUAL CAUSE of pain would be too… direct?!?)
  • He wants to check Ian for celiac and says that people don’t need dairy (Ian has already tried going off of gluten and dairy. Pretty sure celiac is out although he is having trouble with dairy being hard on his stomach, but he was consuming dairy 7 months ago without trouble. When I said, “He may not need dairy but he absolutely needs the calories it can provide him, ” he really didn’t have anything to say except, “Oh… well…”)
  • Even though he’s a GI doc the sound of a siren perks him up like some mad dog and he is “forced” to flee.
  • Also like a dog he was distracted in mid-conversation to address the Bill Murray book Ian had on his table but then had to hurry out to CATCH THAT AMBULANCE!
  • I asked if he was going to come back after the blood test and he said “why?” I said, “Because he still has questions!” “Well I’m here now. What is it?” as he was halfway to the door.

So I ask you, friends, do you know of a decent GI doc or endocrinologist in Washington state that Ian could see? We are getting nowhere and in the meanwhile Ian is losing weight, can’t/doesn’t want to eat because food equals pain and he can’t get answers from FRIGGIN’ ANYONE!!!!!! We are tired and losing hope. When I look in Ian’s face all I see now is pain, hopelessness and a feeling of being abandoned by those that could help. We just want answers so that we can treat whatever is going on or make whatever lifestyle change needs to be made. Why is this so hard? Why don’t any doctors see this mystery as a puzzle to solve, as a challenge and a way to use all they’ve learned. We keep running into doctors that seem baffled, bored and even defensive about Ian’s condition. Just find the answer, for crying out loud, or find someone that can!!!

Surgery day (aka sayonara gallbladder!)

Ian’s headed into surgery today (finally!) and I will be posting updates on our team page on Facebook. Follow along there: facebook.com/teammimian

Thawing out

In our neck of the woods winter is finally fading and with it brings a bit of hope.

Since the end of November Ian and I spent almost all of our time holed up in our little house. As wonderful as that may seem, involuntary house arrest is never idyllic. (But voluntary house arrest is??) It began with some familiar issues.

Two years ago Ian went through a bout of incredible stomach pain. While he’s suffered from stomach acid issues for years this seemed different. He was sent to the first GI doc available, who was unfortunately an hour and a half away, and began looking into what could be causing his symptoms. Testing for stomach issues showed nothing all that unusual and very, verrrry gradually things eased up in the mysterious way that medical problems can sometimes do… in the same way you can be relieved and frustrated by the mystery at the same time.

So, at the end of November the strange abdominal pain reared its head again and again the GI doc had nothing to give Ian by way of an explanation. Finally after quite some time and excruciating and worsening pain the GI doc decided to do testing. Scopes, an ultrasound and multiple ER visits later we still had no answers.

Meanwhile, I had managed to get incredibly sick with one of those lovely things that gets brought to the office and was out for almost all of December. During the holiday break from the university where I work I managed to get a job at the Capitol Theatre (local downtown theater) doing wardrobe for the traveling show of “Pippin” that was beginning it’s run in Yakima. It helped make up for the work I missed but was a struggle to be away from home as Ian’s symptoms worsened.

In the 13 years that we’ve known each other I’ve never seen Ian in so much pain. It’s such a helpless feeling to try to comfort someone when the most comforting thing would be information. Frustratingly his doctors threw up their hands until it seemed as if they had given up all together. He had lab work done at the end of January and we just received the results last week. His chromogranin-A (CgA) was elevated which was a huge concern. High levels of CgA can indicate a neuro-endocrine tumor – like the kind that I have in my liver – but you can get a false positive from taking Proton Pump Inhibitor (PPI) medications such as Prilosec, which Ian does. These test results were sent to him by our GP without so much as a phone call of warning! When Ian looked up what a high CgA means and called the doctor in alarm the GP said, “I don’t know what that high number means. We should check with the GI doc.” GAH!!!! Now the trouble with checking with the GI doc is that he does not return phone calls – not to us, not to the GP, no one and it’s maddening. STILL! The GP should never have sent test results without some sort of warning and information on what it meant. Even if he just called and said, “You’ll be getting those lab results we were waiting for in the mail. Your CgA is high and I’m not sure what that means, it could be your medication, but I’ll put a call in to the GI doc to check.” When Ian had phoned him he didn’t even mention that medication could be a factor. Perhaps he didn’t know. (We found it in a Journal of the American Medicine Association (JAMA) article online.)

We put in a phone call to the GI doc Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of last week and heard absolutely nothing back. Now, this is the same GI doc that had arranged for Ian to see a surgeon without ever discussing it with Ian. One day, out of the blue, Ian got a phone call from surgical consult registration wanting to get his insurance information and set up an appointment. This was the first time Ian had heard anything about surgery or that the GI doc seemed pretty sure it was a gallbladder issue! When he brought it up to the doctor the concept made sense but it REALLY seemed like something that the doctor should have mentioned BEFORE arranging surgery… right?!? (I feel it also warranted an apology, but what do I know…)

Ian finally saw a surgeon in Yakima last Friday to get his take on whether this is a gallbladder issue or something else. Not only did the surgeon say he was at least 95% sure gallbladder removal would help he said that although not everything was typical with Ian he had been showing symptoms that would lead the surgeon to gallbladder issues every time. “If a patient comes into the ER with pain below the sternum like you are illustrating we would first look for a cardiac issue, as many patients with this problem are older, and the very next thing would be gallbladder.” What the HECK!?! Why did it take sooo damn long to get an answer from Ian’s doctors? And even with the GI doc sending Ian to a surgeon our GP still wasn’t convinced it was something requiring gallbladder surgery or even attention to the gallbladder. WHAT!?! In fact, this GP and another Ian had to see because ours was out were treating Ian like a psych patient, as if most of his symptoms were all in his head.

A few weeks ago our GP had used some medication normally prescribed for anxiety on Ian because the “off-label” use is as a muscle relaxant specifically for abdominal spasms. It has been working to reduce the muscle spasms that have sent a doubled-over Ian to the ER and to eliminate the need for pain medication. I’m perplexed as to why the doctor that prescribed such a medication as a muscle relaxant would then believe Ian’s mind is creating all the symptoms.

What we would have liked to have experienced was a doctor that said, “Boy, this is like the symptoms you had before, isn’t it. Let’s schedule some testing and in the meanwhile reduce your fat intake to almost nothing and let’s see if that relieves some of your symptoms.” Ian’s reaction to eating fat, even good fat, was one of the most tell-tail signs that this is gallbladder related. There is also a history of 2 close relatives having their gallbladders removed around the same age as Ian is now for some of the same issues. The location, the timing, the types of symptoms… in hindsight it’s all too obvious to us and we aren’t doctors. We’ve had some of the worst experiences with doctors in this town. It’s frustrating, disappointing and frightening. What happens to all of those folks that don’t look things up online, that feel too scared to advocate for themselves or who believe anything their doctor tells them to be gospel? How much could’ve been avoided if these doctors were “up to snuff” and stayed current with new tests, procedures and diagnostic measures?

Ian will be having his gallbladder removed on the 23rd. It’s an out-patient procedure and the most common surgery done in Yakima, and I assume most places. While looking forward to eating cheeseburgers and pizza is certainly a reward for the surgery I think Ian will be thrilled just to get back to eating “real food” again and not having to freak out if something has more than 3g of fat per serving. It’s the small things…. or so I hear.

More than the season is changing…


I didn’t take this picture but it makes me think of the show that’s about to happen around Pittsburgh. Nature takes out her paintbrush and creates a masterpiece every fall. Wish we could be there to see it… <3

Hello friends,

We apologize for the long long radio silence between posts… I didn’t think it had been as long as it this so I was shocked to see the last post was from May.

Now, as you may have guessed a lot has happened and some things are still in the air. In May we went to Stanford (as readers of the blog will be well aware); first at the beginning of the month and again near the end. Rather than going into a very long-winded description of the second trip – I tend to push long-winded into hurricane territory sometimes! – I’ll just give you the gist of what everyone down there had to say:

  • Cancer specialist – You don’t need a liver transplant because of the cancer, in my opinion. We’ll do the GA68 scan to get more info.
  • Liver specialist – Your liver function is actually quite normal. There are some slight elevations due to the cancer but the liver seems to be doing it’s job. On scans it looks cirrhotic (scarred) most likely from the treatments you’ve had. We can do a pre-transplant test via your jugular to get more info. (I cancelled that test. It seemed unnecessary if I wasn’t needing a transplant and really dangerous with the time constraints of the trip to go through my jugular as a patient on blood thinners! With my history of complications I didn’t feel the risk made sense unless I was really facing liver transplant.) The reason they are talking about doing both liver and heart transplants at Cedars could be because it can be traumatic on the liver while the heart is on bypass during transplant. It’s best to get both organs swapped out without having to cut blood vessels and reattach. (My liver has been through 3 open-heart surgeries using bypass, one was twice as long as a typical heart transplant surgery, so I don’t really understand this reasoning. I assume it has more to do with the cancer.)
  • GA68 scan – The tumors are still just in my liver. Good news.
  • Cardiologist (…and here’s the kicker) – I’m normally very aggressive about getting a patient into transplant when I feel they need one… I don’t think you need one at this time, though. Your symptoms have improved so let’s try some non-invasive routes first. You might need a transplant in 5 years or 10 or more, hard to say.

So… yep, no transplant.

For the summer my symptoms have been greatly improved. I began working more regularly, driving myself. I was able to resume walking and yoga to my tremendous relief although I’m still pretty scrawny looking. And Ian and I have been able to make plans about staying in Yakima instead of moving to LA to go to Cedars-Sinai. Ian now has a new job at PNWU in the same department I work in and has applied for a higher position. Everyone seems to really like him and a friend of ours who was also hired into the department.

The biggest issue these days is wondering “now what?” We weren’t excited at first to move, it was actually quite terrifying and frustrating, but we warmed to the thought and then began looking forward to being near some of my relatives and spending time with long-lost friends. We had plans to go to museums and see shows being taped, eating new food and getting therapy through live comedy. Being near the beach would have been lovely and taking time to write and reset actually sounded kind of… nice. And having a fully functioning heart seemed really thrilling at the beginning.

The relief of hearing “no” to transplant has been battling with the let-down. The more research we put into heart transplant and then liver/heart transplant with cancer present the more apprehensive and frightened we became. Immunosuppressants can be just a little tricky in a “normal” person needing transplant, but for someone with existing cancer turning down the strength of the immune system could cause the body to go down any number of treacherous roads mainly a cancer growth surge. I also have such a huge amount of antibodies that would prove to need even higher doses of suppression and therefore more issues like being highly susceptible to illness. Thank god I don’t need the transplant right now!

My biggest hope is that if transplant is in my future that it can be staved off until stem cell organs are common. “Adult” stem cell research has already provided patients with help in leukemia and bone marrow cancers for years and also with tendon and ligament replacement in horses. The growth of a functioning heart is currently in the works and while the structure is very close so many more billions of stem cells are needed to create a heart that can fully function. We’ve read that scientists are about 50 years more advanced with stem cell science than they thought they’d be at this time. That’s great news! It would be wonderful if my body and science could agree to only interact with each other when the time is right… That’s not a big thing to ask, right?


Dr. Gelow at OHSU

I have an appointment scheduled with OHSU on October 11th to discuss all the latest news in my health with Dr. Gelow. This is the transplant doctor that I actually like and trust. I’ve had the run-around from so many of the other doctors as well as some news that just didn’t seem to make sense. Gelow is the first transplant doc I saw and seems like the best fit for me.

It’s a good thing I have an appointment already set up because as of yesterday and today my symptoms have been returning to some undesirable territories. For months I’ve only had a mild episode (aka presyncope) once every 3-6 weeks or so. In the last 36 hours I’ve been having presyncope or am on the verge at all times…. it’s frustrating. Ian pointed out that my symptoms did increase a bit just the week before we went to Stanford the first time. Perhaps this is the same kind of thing..? But he’s been feeling nauseous today and looking a little gray, I know it’s most likely because he’s worried. I’ve been tracking when I actually go into presyncope and notice that it’s usually when I’m bent or stretching at the waist. Now, this isn’t new, I had had a lot of issues with bending before, but I can really feel a focused squeezing just below my ribs where my stomach ends and guts begin as well as a tightening through my esophagus. Perhaps we need to look more at what’s happening there. Perhaps there’s a new clot on my heart valves… that’s the last thing I want to consider. Perhaps it’s more than a coincidence that at the same time I finally felt my digestion get back to normal from the bowel resection/tumor and gall bladder removal/hernia repair/near-death experience in 2012 that I started having blood clot and fainting issues. Good lord, who knows…

Dipanjan Banerjee

Dr. Banerjee at Stanford

Dr. Banerjee, the cardiologist at Stanford, had put me on a medication that keeps blood pressure from going too low. He thought we’d rule that factor out first and since the medication typically didn’t have side-effects it seemed a good route. Of course, I’m not typical though. I developed an increase in headaches, headaches that are already tricky to try to control, and goosebumps. Goosebumps don’t sound all that bad but if they had defined it more as “slight chance of constant skin crawl” it might seem a little less innocuous. It felt like hearing nails on a chalkboard constantly! Bleg! He also recommended seeing a neurologist at OHSU. I’ll talk to Gelow about that as I don’t know any that would work for my case at OHSU, or in general for that matter.

Another thing I’ve been thinking on quite a bit is all the money that was so generously donated to our fund so far. You may be wondering about that too at this point… We’re looking into transferring the funds from the NFT, a solely transplant based foundation, to another foundation like Caring Bridge which covers general medical expenses rather than something specific. We will still need the money we raised to cover going to OHSU. It’s been a struggle to not be able to use the funds for expenses (bills, food, etc.) in Yakima while I’ve dealt with symptoms as it was meant to cover “out-of-town” living and travel expenses. So stay tuned for more on the fund business.

Black and white chicken hen that is looking for something

A barred rock chicken – I think this is Henny’s breed

Right now I’m trying to focus on the good things happening: Ian’s possible job upgrade, crisp fall coming up (although we’re trying to hold off on turning the heat on…brrr!), looking forward to a possible new pup come spring (we miss Murray too much to go much longer without a pup) and inheriting our neighbor’s chicken, Henny, while having friends board a companion chicken with Henny to share in the few duties and expenses involved. My cutie-pie nephew just had his 1st birthday and we have a wonderful new neighbor moving in next month across the street that will be a perfect fit. I’m getting merch prepared for the annual Mighty Tieton holiday craft bazaar on December 3rd and we’ve been gathering up hazelnuts and walnuts to sell and/or store for winter… along with keeping them away from the neighborhood rats. (PS Rats are gross.)

Keep crossing those fingers and sending good thoughts. Perhaps that’s what has kept me away from transplant. You never know.




The Stanford Factor

You guys, when I sit down to write these updates I always think to myself “Crap, how am I going to fit everything in? Do I even remember all the details?!” I often rely on my daily journal to sort of guide the way but I’ve been very lazy with keeping it up to date the last couple of weeks and now it’s going to bite me. I guess that’s the nice thing about computers, you can always go back and add or edit.

Ok, so! I’ll start with a quick recap for those of you who don’t follow our Facebook page (you can do so here if you aren’t already).

  • Saturday, April 17th we had a big yard sale in my friend’s church’s parking lot. Lots of people donated, many came and bought things, lots enjoyed the hot dogs and pop (mostly Renee… ha!) and some folks even padded their purchase price to help with donations. Another huge thanks to everyone who participated in this in one form or another especially Renee who worked her tail off and Inklings who helped promote the heck out of it.
  • Saturday, April 30th Inklings hosted a silent auction with a great selection of donated items – some were worth quite a bit, some were very unusual and lots were both! We even managed to get our visiting author in July, Sherman Alexie, to agree to auction off seats at dinner with him when he’s in Yakima!! (We will be having an online auction this summer via our FB page if you have any interest in donating or bidding. I’ll keep you updated.)
    • This was also my birthday (yay!) and Ian made an absolutely amazing Indian feast from scratch including NAAN! Oh, that naan was so good… warm and chewy and soft…. uhh, oh! Sorry! I guess I disappeared for a second there. And there was an incredible cake for after made by the equally incredible Aurelia at Essencia bakery.
  • Monday, May 2nd we left for Palo Alto/Stanford California to visit with some docs at the university.

And we’ll start there!

Monday, May 2nd:

20160505_092420Luckily our flight out from Yakima wasn’t early at all – 11:00am – and after our crappy experience last time at the Yakima airport we remembered to get there very very early – 9:30 (for a small town “airport” that’s a lot of time). We just packed backpacks for the trip so there wasn’t any baggage to check in. Our flights and connection went smoothly so no drama to report. Yay! (These flights were very VERY generously donated to us after I found out that Angel Flight West didn’t get my paperwork in time. It was a terrifying few moments but Ian and I were very lucky that day at the same time. Thank you, RD! <3)

Our Seattle to San Francisco flight was complete with entertainment from the folks behind us. “Chris”, I think that’s what his name was, was traveling with his mom back home. I couldn’t figure out from the conversation what they had done in Seattle but dad hadn’t joined them. They looked out the window and pointed out the Columbia River (it was really just the lower waterways of Puget Sound) and the coastline (“See where that white line is mom? That’s the ocean!” “But which side of that line is the water?” We were flying over land, of course, going south along the coast… so… uh.) Chris also tried to teach his mom how to play Candy Crush, an experiment that while sounding delicious may not have worked that well, and they chatted about the train.

My ears perked up when I heard them talking about the train. I thought I might get clues as to how we were supposed to use this confounded transportation system! I figured that they too were going to take the BART to the Caltrain station. We’ll just follow them, I resolved. So… maybe not the best plan.

Once in San Francisco we had to figure out where to get the BART and where to get off to get the Caltrain – I got a glimpse of Chris and his mom as we got off the plane so I kept looking for them. In hindsight it isn’t really a complicated system but without a guide it was extremely confusing that first time. There are no Caltrain stations (the more AmTrak type train) or south-bound BART trains (BART is like their subway system) heading out of the airport but we didn’t realize. We got on the BART and thought we’d get off at the Millbrae station, the first stop, but that wasn’t the first stop. After a few more stops that were not Millbrae I finally asked if anyone knew how to get to the Millbrae Caltrain station. We had to get off and get on a BART going the other way….turns out we were going north rather than south! Annoying. I was very disappointed in Chris and his mother who stared at us as we rushed off the BART… aaand when the doors closed on my poor skinny arms.

We found the Millbrae station, bought our ticket to Palo Alto and soon stepped on board with a crowd of commuters. It would have been enjoyable if we hadn’t been so frustrated and confused.  (The snoring person near Ian’s seat did add a bit of humor to the trip, however.) Thankfully the Palo Alto station was right next to our hotel. Hallelujah!

We checked in, went to our room and plopped on the bed to relax and watch a Penguins game. Soon a knock came to the door, “room service!” What?? As a total surprise my friend who had managed to get us a room at the hotel she works at for our entire 3-night stay had also sent us a gift basket full of fruit, cheese, crackers, bottled water, cookies, candy bars and nut bars. I couldn’t believe it! I knew what we were going to be snacking on and eating breakfast from for our trip! It was wonderful. (Thanks again SO VERY MUCH, Kristin!)

That evening we had dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. Fortunately, neither one of us eats very much (especially me right now) and we were able to get away with sharing a steak sandwich and a salad. We even had leftovers to eat for lunch the next day! We went to bed exhausted and trying not to think about all the navigating we’d have to do the following day.

Tuesday, May 3rd:

We had a very early morning. I was supposed to be on campus getting an echocardiogram at 8am but we weren’t sure how far of a walk it would be. We left at 7am and followed Google Maps’ directions to walk to the echo lab. Stanford in its entirety is under construction right now and Google’s walking route needed some improvisation on our part. Luckily we made it to the lab at 7:45, just enough time to find out my appointment was actually the next day. Oy. And this was after I realized that I had forgotten the entire folder containing directions to the various offices would be visiting and all the paperwork I had to fill out prior to my appointments, not to mention the mile I had just traipsed my very deconditioned body through. The woman doing check-in was very generous and said that they might have some late folks or no-shows. If that was the case she’d tuck me in for the echo.

Everyone came, albeit with seconds to spare, for the 8am appointments but someone didn’t show up for their 8:15am slot. I was in! Not only was I in but I was out in 30 minutes! Usually it takes about 15 minutes per artificial valve and can sometimes take almost an hour… maybe that’s just the people I’ve been going to.

Palo Alto train station 1940s - Cafe Venetia

Believe it or not, I didn’t take this one either… This is the train station in the 40s. I think they should bring back the dress code.

Palo Alto train station

The Palo Alto train station – The cafe inside is called Cafe Venetia. (I didn’t take this pic.)

Cafe Venetia - tea guy

Inside looking at the cafe counter. I didn’t take this pic either BUT that IS the guy that served me my tea!

I was not looking forward to walking back to the hotel but I needed to have that paperwork and walking was the cheapest option. Almost all the way back to the hotel was a charming vintage train station that had been fixed up with a little coffee shop inside. I got tea and we shared an almond croissant while looking at transportation options for the rest of our trip. Even with relaxing though by the time we got “home” my hips were angry and the back of my right knee was about ready to disown me.

We had lunch and decided to try getting an Uber ride back for my second appointment, something we had never done before. (I know, I know there are probably some of you thinking that we sound pretty naive to not have done that but when you live in a small town with your own car there’s no reason… so… be nice!) It was easier than I thought it would be and while our driver was a bit of a tailgater (tailgator? ha!) and didn’t seem to know where he was going (even though his phone was in his lap on Google maps – yikes!! Eyes on the road!!) we got to campus quickly and it only ended up costing about $7. Things seemed ok until we realized we were in the wrong building. Of course.

We were REALLY in the wrong building! A nice man at the info desk helped us get to a campus shuttle stop just in time to see a woman verbally abuse one of the shuttle employees.

“Get AWAY from MY CAR!” the woman shouted as she was coordinating something with a man in a separate car.

“But ma’am, this is a no parking area…” The shuttle was actually coming in right behind the two parked cars.

“I am not going to talk to you. Get the hell AWAY FROM ME!” said the woman again.

I just had to figure that she was experiencing something pretty lousy that day to be so horrible to a mild mannered, petite woman doing her job. We were in front of a hospital after all. Who knows what her day had been like. (It’s still no excuse.)

As we got on the shuttle I said to the shuttle employee that I hoped not everyone was as rude as that woman.

She sort of shook her head and said, “Yeah, I’m not sure what was happening there…”

“Well, she was being ridiculous. Try not to let it ruin your morning.”

“Oh, thank you… That makes my day…” he gave a sheepish smile as we got on the shuttle.

(Speaking of rude, the shuttle was completely quiet save for one older “gentleman” crowing into his phone about football strategy. He must’ve been a coach or something but, I’m telling you, the shuttle was absolutely silent other than him…. *sigh*)

We reached the oncology department which was a long row of waiting rooms and check-in desks on the right side and window seating on the left. I went to the liver oncology desk (I mean, that would make sense, right?) and was told I was in the wrong place. Thankfully I was just at the wrong check-in desk so we relocated, checked-in and found out they were offering free snacks and water AND massages! Sure enough, there was a little massage chair, like what you see at the airport, tucked into a sunny waiting area just to my left. Oh yeah, after my appointment I was all over that!

Pamela Kunz

Dr. Pamela Kunz, oncologist

In the appointment we met with Dr. Kunz’s assistant who asked me questions and told me a little about the GA68 PET scan. Dr. Pamela Kunz joined us, did a short physical exam and chatted with us. Here are the things we discussed (all of which I brought up to Dr. Pommier at OHSU – I’ll put his responses later):

  1. She suggested I add a medical oncologist to my carcinoid team at OHSU. I was skeptical of this because Dr. Pommier, along with being a surgical oncologist, works to create medications and treatments for many types of cancer but primarily carcinoid.
  2. She brought up adding telotristat etiprate to my medications as a way to control my serotonin levels which are still quite high even though I’m not experiencing a lot of carcinoid symptoms like flushing (aka an experience like hot flashes). I looked it up and it sounds promising!
  3. She does NOT believe that liver transplant is necessary nor that it would be helpful since she has seen new livers acquire tumors just like the livers they were replacing. So, yay and oh… crap.
  4. Somehow I got the idea that the primary carcinoid tumor is the only one that can create more tumors and that when said primary is removed the other tumors go a bit dormant… She said these are both false.
  5. The GA68 scan has the potential to come back with false positives for cancer in other areas, primarily pancreatic, and this is usually cleared up with an MRI. However, I have a whole lotta metal going on inside of me (aside from the three heart valves I have sternum wires, pacemaker wires that were left in after my last heart surgery “just in case” and a port) and an MRI is out of the question. She said they might have to do another GA68 down the road to rule out discrepancies. Not. Awesome.

Despite some of these details I liked Dr. Kunz. She seemed intelligent, sympathetic and treated us like people who “get it” rather than some uninformed pedestrians. I’m not a doctor (surprise!) but I do get a lot of the lingo that pertains to my case. So does Ian. I think together we make a very well-rounded, well-informed team and I think Kunz got that sense.

She said that we’ll schedule the scan for about three weeks out and she can give me the results over the phone. (Thank god!) Side note: the scan will be taking place on May 26th.

We decided to try going through the arboretum to get back to the hotel and it turned out to be a wonderful choice. There were stringy eucalyptus trees, kumquat trees, trees that produced little nuts that I thought might be beech nuts but turned out to be something else. It was away from the traffic and we even passed a little cluster of dudes speaking in Italian making it seem like we just might be somewhere in the Mediterranean. Oh, if only…

The rest of our day and evening went really well actually. We found a Greek restaurant that was just a fraction of a mile away in downtown Palo Alto. We had no idea that there was this quaint “city” center just past the train tracks! We ordered our food and walked a couple of blocks to Walgreen’s to get some eye drops and a couple of treats… you know, essentials. Everyone was milling around like it was Saturday in the summer instead of a Tuesday in early May. It felt like we were finally getting a grip on the non-medical portion of our trip.

And a side note: Normally I’ve been lucky to get 2000 steps a day lately. For those of you who use pedometers know that hat’s not much at all. The ovarian cyst threw me for a loop and while my belly has stayed way too round and uncomfortable the rest of me has melted away. Exercise was impossible for a couple of months and incredibly painful or uncomfortable for the rest. But by the end of this first full day at Stanford and in Palo Alto we had managed to do over 15,000 steps, the equivalent of about 5 miles!! No wonder I wasn’t feeling so great… And how is a potential  transplant patient able to walk that much?!? The answer is – I have no idea. Most of this process as well as symptoms haven’t made a lot of sense to me to be honest.

Wednesday, May 4th:

Man, I hope you guys read these blog entries in doses instead of all at once…

Our day started a bit later on this day than the one before. I was seeing Dr. Banerjee, cardiologist, at 9am and we had decided to try the free university shuttle that ran in the mornings and evenings. We got on at the bus station right next door which was waiting for the next train to arrive, thus filling to the gills before we headed off. Unlike Tuesday there were people milling about getting to work and classes. Our shuttle dropped us off right behind the building we needed to go to! Heaven!

The Stanford Medical Center is VERY dated looking on the outside in a way that made us feel like we were on the original Star Trek, visiting a strange planet or some sort of Mad Men era complex. I’ll let you make up your own mind about it though…

Stan. Med. Cntr. 2

Oh… that design! The weird little Klingon pattern in each square!

Stan. Med. Cntr. 1

And the columns… AND those hanging UFO lights?! Some were plant holders.



Here’s a closer look at one of those UFOs..

Stan. Med. Cntr. 3

The fountain(s) out front were a work of 1960s pageantry perfection! The tall bushes and the tables with umbrellas surrounding the fountain looked like it was out of a musical in technicolor!









Dr. Banerjee’s office was right next to where I had the echo done the day before – easy! His assistant took my FUUULLLLL medical history from a little before diagnosis (just over 16 years now) and somehow managed to only cram it all onto one page… He did kind of run out of room. Now mind you he had all my records from OHSU but wanted me to fill in the details.

After that bit Dr. Banerjee made an appearance, did a little physical exam and settled in to talk. He told me that he is a pretty aggressive doctor when it comes to getting patients the help that they need and he would review my records and tests with his team to get hings moving. Music. To. Our. Ears.

I told him that since making the decision to go the heart transplant route in October OHSU’s transplant team has sort of dropped the ball. He seemed incredibly surprised. “Since OCTOBER?(Yeah. That’s what we’ve been thinking too, Dr. B.)




And just like that (Pshfft! yeah JUST!) we were done! We walked back through the arboretum again but using a different route. It seemed like magic because we hadn’t noticed wildflowers popping up everywhere until this walk. We were both so worn out from stress and fear of what the doctors might say. I think there was a bit of tension between us that was finally lifting… although our idea of tension would probably be imperceptible by anyone else… But on this walk we seemed lighter. We had the appointments out of the way, we had “mastered” the trains, we “found” Palo Alto and we’d be heading home the next morning.














Oren's Hummus Shop20160504_122539Since we hadn’t been walking much that day and we were both hungry for lunch we decided to keep going right under the train tracks and into Palo Alto to go to a restaurant we had passed the night before. Even though we had just had something with a middle-eastern flavor by going to the Greek restaurant we went to Oren’s Hummus Shop for more.

The place was packed! We were lucky to find a table outside where a large open window and the open door let the most amazing fragrances waft out to smack us in the face. Ian got a crisp San Pellegrino and I got fresh lemonade with mint (I quickly made it myself almost as soon as we got home!). We shared falafel gyros and pita (SO soft and fluffy!) and babaganoush… Holy cow. It was even better than the Greek place. I wish I could’ve eaten more, so much more…

We decided since there was the funkiest candy store across the street that we should stop over and get a treat or two apiece. They had crazy things from all over the world. While our favorite candy shop in Pittsburgh seems like something out of Europe this shop definitely was American. Colorful, silly and lovely all mixed together to make deciding very difficult. I picked out some Haribo gummy candy that had wine flavors (it was just kind of fruity) and we each got a Double-Decker candy bar from England with lots of layered goodness. Relaxed(-ish), stuffed and ready to rest and munch candy we headed back to the hotel to watch a Penguins payoff game that Ian’s sister and brother-in-law were at in Pittsburgh. It was fun to text them about what we were seeing.  (Especially because the Pens won!!)

For dinner we got a salad from the hotel and finished up leftovers. Thank goodness for an in-room fridge!

Thursday, May 5th:

We got up so early that it almost didn’t seem like the next day. Up at 4am to get to the Caltrain station by 5. Palo Alto was dark and there were crickets singing amongst the tracks. The train was nearly empty. We got off at Millbrae and were able to take the BART right to the San Francisco airport, you know, since we were traveling north. With loads of time to spare we reached our gate and prepared for the voyage home.


So, that’s that. Sorry about the long post and all the food details but since it was the only thing we got to enjoy while we were there I felt like writing about it.

We’re on our way back to Stanford in two days, Monday, May 23rd, and will be there until we come home on the 27th. I’ll be seeing a liver specialist, Dr. Banerjee again as well as FINALLY getting the Gallium 68 PET scan. We’ve had news between our first trip and now but I’ll likely include that in whatever happens in the post about this next time around.

Thanks for reading. I feel like my posts are ridiculously long-winded but in truth they’re as much for me as they are for you… maybe more. If you have questions hang onto them until I write the follow-up post. You may get answers before needing to ask.

And also, last word I swear, thank you to everyone again for thinking of us, helping with travel and lodging and good wishes. We couldn’t do it without you.

xoxoxo Mimi

The transplant lowdown

As Boz Scaggs said, “…the sad, sad truth, the dirty lowdown.” Well, except I doubt Boz Scaggs was talking about transplant frustration when he wrote that song. Still! You never know! Well… ok, maybe you do know in this case.

Sorry, that’s me getting off topic, aka procrastinating. I’ve been asked a lot lately what’s going on with the whole transplant business and while it’s an extremely valid question it’s not one easily answered. It tends to be the case these days that any “Oh hey! How ya doin’?” receives a long pause on my end and/or some sort of Tina from Bob’s Burgers impression. (If you are unfamiliar with Bob’s Burgers let me first feel sorry for you. If you would like to know what Tina’s moan sounds like here you go: Tina moan compilation) Ok… yes, I’m getting off topic again.

Fine! So why don’t we start back a bit so that you’re all caught up. I’ll try to make it fast.

Beginning in September of 2014 (fast, I tell ya) I started fainting for no good reason. I passed out alone in the street one of the first times. Yes, scary. I spent most of 2015 looking for answers by “visiting” my local hospital a couple times and then OHSU in Portland a couple times. Even with numerous tests (blood tests, echos of all sorts and the lovely head CT for when I tried to do a Humpty Dumpty impression with my cranium and our concrete front patio) no one could figure out squat and it was terribly frustrating and frightening.

Finally, FINALLY! in October of 2015 they saw something on an echo at OHSU. Of the two leaflets of my artificial mitral valve (the 3rd valve in the heart process) one was not opening all the way or at all. Could it be scar tissue or a blood clot? I was put on a higher dose of blood thinners to work on the clot theory but since my 3rd open-heart surgery almost 3 years prior had turned up a bunch of scar tissue signs were pointing more in that direction.

While at OHSU for that stay I spoke with my carcinoid specialist and my last heart surgeon. They had had a conversation with each other about the possibility of heart transplant. Well, why not!?! If my heart was going awry yet again a 4th surgery would be incredibly risky and would likely not be the last one needed. Why not just toss the thing and put in a new one?! So the ball was set rolling to get me set up to be on a transplant list. This is where things really begin.


We went to OHSU in November to find out more about what they needed in the way of preliminary testing and such. We met with Dr. Jill Gelow whom we really liked and found her to be compassionate and knowledgeable. She also studied up on my case, which is always a good sign. She said three things would need to be looked at and possibly addressed: lung blood pressure – if too high naturally I  would not be a candidate for transplant, carcinoid metastases – if the carcinoid was beyond my liver it would be too risky to do transplant and antibodies – since I’ve had many blood transfusions in my life I could have too many antibodies to receive a heart without high risk of rejection. A catheterization was done to look at lung BP and while I do have a high BP Gelow felt assured that it was because of my heart issues. I did a blood test for antibodies. There are 2 groups of antibodies and I have 70% of one and 90% of the other which doesn’t leave much room for acceptance of someone else’s heart. The carcinoid assessment was still to come.


We went to OHSU again and I did a couple of breathing tests. Gelow gave the results I listed and she also told us that OHSU would not likely be able to do the transplant so things would be put into motion to see about getting us to Cedars-Sinai in Los Angeles. It was a HUGE shock. We were able to meet with a social worker but it almost created more questions than it answered.


For another month we waited until we heard anything about what was going on. Cedars decided that before meeting me they wanted a test done to see the status of my carcinoid cancer. It made sense and I was happy to do the test as I was curious myself. An octreoscan was decided upon but we weren’t sure where it would take place. I had had this scan 16 years prior when I was diagnosed. It combines octreotide, a drug that seeks out carcinoid tumors and works to subdue their toxin production and a very small dose of radiation that piggy-backs on the octreotide. An injection of the combo is given and after 24 hours the first series of scans is done. It’s a slow scan that gathers the waves of radiation emitted by the tumors. The tests are repeated a second day. Supposedly the tumors will “glow” and be identified wherever they may lie in the body.

Finally we found out that Memorial, my local hospital, could order the radiation and do the test. It was so much easier to do it locally!

While waiting to get the test done we had a meeting with some friends to discuss fund raising ideas. I think some people were able to come up with more from themselves than they expected. A groups of folks at Inklings, the book shop I’ve been working at or associated with for over 11 years, came up with some amazing and helpful plans. It felt good to get  the ball rolling for if we were to move to LA we would need a solid financial foundation.


Ian and I went to OHSU in early February to meet with the transplant doc. This time we met with Dr. Christopher Chien. He didn’t seem to click quite like Dr. Gelow. First, he admitted to not knowing much about my case which is probably the last thing you want to hear from a doctor taking care of you. He said Cedars had test results and so far things looked good. Then after examining me he said that he would defer to Gelow about our appointment and anything that came up in the future. It felt like a wasted trip and as if he was some sort of medical babysitter just there to make us feel like something was happening.

In reality we were becoming frustrated with the length of time for progress and the lack of communication from OHSU which in other departments was normally so good about being in contact and taking care of my health concerns. The octreoscans had been done January 21st and 22nd, we hadn’t heard the results in the first couple of weeks of February and really had no word from the social worker either. It was beginning to feel like we were on our own, floating. Our impression had also been that the NFT (National Foundation for Transplants) was going to participate in raising funds in some way, yet we had no evidence of that being the case. After having done a huge push to raise funds for my 3rd open-heart surgery in 2013 we felt as if we had already drained our resources and because we aren’t greedy people we began to feel self-conscious about how people must see us. Even though having a major health crises on an average of once a year and THEN finding out about having to have a heart transplant in LA, of all places, isn’t usually something even wealthy people have an easy time with it still felt beyond awkward to ask for help.

On February 16th I got a call from Dr. Chien. He said that the octreotide scan was read by Cedars and turned out to be receptor negative. ?!?!??! Here’s what that means (as I understand it): Carcinoid tumors, which are endocrine tumors, have receptors like an electrical outlet. Typically octreotide fits into that outlet like a lamp plug, easy peasy. On rare occasions carcinoid tumors don’t fit with octreotide, like when you take your American lamp to England and it won’t fit the socket. So, what Cedars was saying was that I’d taken my English outlet to America (even though that sounds more like a euphemism rather than a metaphor!). The ridiculous thing is that I took injections of octreotide monthly in order to control my carcinoid symptoms and keep the tumors quiet. So, I did well over 150 injections that didn’t work? Ah, but they did! And I had actually been tested for carcinoid in 2000 using the octreoscan as a primary means of diagnostic testing. The other thing, well, other things, that helped my cancer symptoms were having a successful chemoembolization in 2009 that knocked out 85% of my tumors followed by a successful primary tumor removal in 2012. The way carcinoid works is that when the primary is removed, the only tumor that can create more tumors by the way, the metastasized tumors begin to “lose the will to live,” as I put it. In other words, they shrink up. Between the 7 years since the chemo treatment and the 4 years since the surgery isn’t it more possible that the tumors have disappeared rather than have suddenly become “unreceptive”? I’m not going to get too excited (well, I’m going to try not to get too excited) and think that I’m in full remission buuuuuut… I’m not going to rule it out either.

Unfortunately though, that “negative” test for Cedars means that another test would need to be performed. This second test is called a Gallium 68 PET scan. The GA68 scan is only available in a handful of places: New York, Louisiana and Stanford University in California, I think maybe one or tow others on the east coast. It’s also offered in Europe and Australia but… nope, that would be a bit impractical to grab Rick Steves and head to “the continent” right now…. It wasn’t until I was in the hospital at the end of February for the ovarian cyst rupture outlined in my last posts that we found out that Stanford would be the place we would try for to get the GA68 scan.

PS Dr. Chien ended up taking charge of a whole bunch of details for some reason. He spoke with Dr. Pommier, my carcinoid specialist of 15 years at OHSU, and understands that he is BY FAR more qualified than the endocrine doc they have at Cedars. What Pommier actually said to me was, “Chien knows I have a ton more expertise in carcinoid generally and in your case specifically and he really respects that.” And Cedars has decided before getting conclusive scan results that the transplant will be a DOUBLE transplant of heart AND liver! Right now it sounds like they’re thinking that it’s both or nothing but NO ONE even talked to me about how I felt about that possibility or the risks or anything thus pushing Ian and myself further out into the abyss.

I wrote to Pommier and asked him his opinion about everything. He thinks it’s “absurd” that the octreotide results would mean I was receptor negative. He also thinks it’s silly to go to a GA68 scan when it uses THE SAME RECEPTORS. (Did you catch that? I’ll repeat: The GA68 PET scan uses the SAME receptors as the octreoscan…. *cricket cricket* Yeah… yeeeeah.) It’s also known to give a false positive for pancreatic cancer! He suggested that we just go ahead with whatever testing Cedars wants to do and then pick our battles once they see me. Battles like a double transplant which seems like jumping the gun before they even know if I still HAVE liver tumors! He said specifically, “We certainly need to think long and hard before we put you through a double transplant, just to name one issue. I am not going to risk losing you to really risky operations if there is another way.” I can’t tell you how grateful I am that this super-human genius is on my team…


As you probably know from previous posts we were in Pittsburgh at the beginning of March. We tried to take a break from thinking about too much else besides family until we got back to Yakima.

Once Stanford had been decided upon for the GA68 scan some odd things started getting stirred into the mix. OHSU doctors were concerned about “using” Stanford for the scan and not anything else. They didn’t want to burn bridges. I thought, if Stanford has a scan that only exists in a few spots in the country it doesn’t really make sense for their “feelings” to get hurt doing what they’re supposed to do, helping the sick! There was talk about transferring the transplant to Stanford… WHAT!?!?! Cedars was offered in the fall by OHSU for a reason. At first Ian and I were shocked about relocating but the more research we did into transplant hospitals the more we realized that Cedars performs almost 2 times the amount of transplants than any other institution in the country. There are good hospitals on the east coast but the competition for organs can make it difficult to get what you need as a patient. My case is highly difficult even if you only consider one factor, antibodies. Cedars knows how to adjust them somehow to make transplants more accepted by the recipient. But with all this knowledge OHSU was trying to talk to me about going to STANFORD!?!? And for what? Was it actually to transfer or was it just to get the scan and not upset anyone then make an “oh, I changed my mind” getaway??

Phone calls and emails supposedly went back and forth between Stanford and OHSU. I’m only going by what I’d been told by the amazing transplant coordinator I’d been working with, Suzanne. She has pretty much been my sole contact about what is going on at any time. The problem is that often the doctors are the only ones privy to details and she regularly has to request the information for me and for herself. We both get tired and frustrated by it. The transplant team has a weekly meeting but sometimes there’s lots of talk and no one to carry out the details.

Finally at the end of March Suzanne called me one day to say that Stanford had accepted my insurance and would be calling me to schedule the scan. I played phone tag with Stanford the next week (yes, it took them a week to call me) and finally talked to someone. She repeatedly asked me if I would be transferring my transplant or if this visit was for a second opinion.

“No. This appointment is only to get the Gallium 68 PET scan. I was told everything was arranged already..?”

“Oh, well I don’t know if we can schedule just for the scan…. So, this isn’t to change transplant locations or get a second opinion?”

“I can’t make arrangements for anything further until I know where my cancer stands, hence the GA68 scan!”

“Oh… ok, I’ll have to talk to the doctors and call you back.” And there went another week…

Later I got a call from a different department for scheduling and played phone tag with them until I left a message asking that if they got my voice mail again to leave a time when I could talk to a real person in my return call. Yes, I got snippy but one of the times I called back the person on the other end didn’t know the “Juliette” I was trying to reach. How big is the new patient/GI oncology scheduling department anyway!?!

Finally after letting Suzanne know what was happening she gave me the name and number of the “right” person to call. I spoke with someone named Dee and she told me that I would have to see Dr. Kunz first to decide if I qualified for the scan (this was the first time I heard there needed to be a qualification!) and then I’d have to come back for the scan… so, 2 trips to California for just the scan?! *sigh*

“Oh, and Miss Applebaum, your Medicare has been approved but we cannot use Washington Medicaid. So, your appointment will be 80% covered.”

“Are you serious? I had been told that my insurance had been approved!”

“Yes, the Medicare is approved but we don’t have a contract with Washington’s Medicaid. Who told you it had been approved?”

“Stanford gave that information to the coordinator at OHSU. Look, there’s no way I can afford 20% of either appointment.” The scan alone is at least $4000 and we would still have to cover lodging and travel expenses.

“Yes, I understand and that is a valid concern. We have patients come from all over the world for this scan and sometimes there are out-of-pocket expenses. Let me talk to our financial department and see what they have to say. Is this a good number to use to call you back?”

Good LORD! More back and forth?!? I was about to scream knowing that without the scan Cedars would never even talk to me. We have a bit of money in our NFT fund but it was supposed to go toward living and medical expenses once we got to LA. By draining it ahead of time we’d have to start all over on an already slow going fund drive.

Now, I know hospitals write things off and 20% isn’t much for a big institution. I also know that hospitals often have financial resources to help low-income patients. I wondered though, why is it that Medicaid was willing to cover my expenses in Portland, OREGON and yet not in California? I believe OHSU had been decided as a specialty hospital providing care that I can’t get in WA. Wouldn’t that work with Stanford? Suggestions were made to us by many to call a congressman or contact an insurance commissioner. I wanted to wait to see what Stanford had to say first.


Before getting a call from Dee I got word, I will not say from whom, that the oncologist at Stanford was very interested in my case and there was just about a guarantee that I fit the study perfectly. I also heard that the appointment’s 20% could be written off but the scan would need further discussion. Perhaps I could sign up for MediCal as my secondary before the scan. It was something that would have to be done in order to be seen at Cedars anyway so if the GA68 was a go maybe early MediCal would make sense?

Dee called back and we made arrangements for the appointments. Apparently I would also have to be seen by a cardiologist there as well. After getting so frustrated with just reaching a date I decided WTF, I really don’t care. If talking to one more doctor will get things moving, fine, I don’t give a crap anymore. I will be seeing Dr. Kunz on May 3rd and the cardiologist May 4th. Now all we have to do is book plane tickets, rent a car and figure out where to stay and how to get around. No biggie. (Oy.)

If you have trip advice, car rental coupons (I belong to AAA so I might have some of my own), flight miles to donate and/or ideas on places to stay in the Stanford/San Francisco region please, please do us a solid and pass the info along to us. Sometimes I wish I could split myself in two so that one of me could be sick and the other could take care of appointments and arrangements. If only I could get paid for this job!

Thanks for reading, for asking how we are, for donating and for thinking of us. I’ll speak for both of us in saying we’ve never done anything so draining and difficult. Every little bit of help adds up to a huge heap. Thank you for joining in. – Mimi (+ Ian)

Pain and Pressure – Part III

So, now that you’re familiar with lots of the goings on that brought us to March 10th or thereabouts I suppose it’s time to fill you in with what’s happened in the past month. A lot and yet not enough has happened in these four weeks.



When we got home the place was out of control with pets! For some reason Ollie, our white cat with black spots, seems to lose all of his fur many times over whenever we go anywhere. Both Ollie and Amaya, our black kitty, were in need of some attitude adjustments as well. Our wonderful friends had taken good care of them but when left alone things go bonkers! Ian worked immediately at trying to find our house which had been buried under weeks of Ollieness.


Amaya (aka Miss Kitten)

As Ian was getting things sane again I was working on healing. For some reason in the first few days after getting back home my pain increased and stayed there. Dilaudid is normally powerful enough to take care, or at least, take the edge off of whatever pain I experience from medical issues but it wasn’t working. And what’s worse, it seemed to be keeping me up at night. In Pittsburgh I had started just taking Tylenol once or twice a day and it seemed to have a much greater impact.

I looked up other women’s accounts of ruptured cysts as I had put in my Part I blog post in an attempt to find out how long it might take for the blood in my system to reabsorb. The time period was kind of broad, 1-3 months, and since I’m a person on blood thinners I risked being on the higher end of the spectrum.

I also began having the most obnoxious symptom, night sweats. I would go through 2-3 shirts a night as I was mostly sweating from my upper body. What was causing this?! A change in the temperature? Recovery? I was pretty certain it wasn’t early menopause because it was only happening at night although I was having chills during the day… No fever though.

I filled my days with coloring books, knitting, movies and Tylenol. The pain was at such a level that I would keep checking the clock to see when I could have another dose to calm things down. I kept to the limits listed on the bottle and worked out a 9am/3pm/9pm schedule. The last thing I needed was some sort of liver damage!

Eating was becoming a huge task. I was so nauseous in the mornings that I stopped consuming anything except for tea before 1pm. Lunches and dinners were meager but absolutely everything that entered my digestive tract – solid or liquid – made me regret being conscious. The pain and the nausea made food less and less attractive. When I’d go to bed at night still having two meals in my body it would hurt so much that I’d managed to invent my own kind of Lamaze breathing to try and gain control of it all. Tears made a regular appearance and I could tell that Ian was struggling with the helpless feeling of it all. I was too.

Not even a week after we returned home I went to see a nurse practitioner at my GP’s office. Dr. Kaplan was out so Shannon Neer took a shot at trying to help. She examined me and suggested I get a blood draw to see if I was still bleeding. If I wasn’t she’d schedule a sonogram to look at my ovaries again, if I was she’d arrange a CT and probably have to stop anti-coagulation. My INR or blood thinness was incredibly high (5.9 instead of the 3-3.5 it’s supposed to be) most likely because I wasn’t eating much. The blood test came back with normal H&H (hemoglobin and hematocrit) which meant that I wasn’t bleeding.

Two days later I went for a sonogram at Memorial Hospital. Now, perhaps you ladies know what a trans-vaginal sonogram is. My guess is that many do not and that most men do not. I won’t go into detail but needless to say (I’m sure) if you are in pain it is a very “unpleasant” external and internal test. It ain’t too much fun if you’re not in pain, either. I got the results the following week and things looked fine – one cyst was smaller (the one that had ruptured) and the other remained unchanged but was “echolucent” meaning the sound waves went through it. This was good news because before I had been told the second cyst was a dermoid cyst… I’ma let you look that up… Yeah, not very awesome. However, with the second cyst being full of fluid I was at risk of having that one rupture someday as well. (Crap.)

I tried the weekend following the sonogram to work a bit outside. I was becoming really weak from inactivity and it bothered me. I only pruned back some of our rose plants while Ian did raking and a bunch of stuff I couldn’t even imagine doing. I was slightly bent at the waist, reaching and clipping with hand shears. The next morning I was in so much pain – everywhere! My back, my belly, my legs, even my hand that had been clipping was so sore it was practically burning. Things tamed down after a bit but my hand took about a week. Ridiculous.

I began presenting a bit of a low temp when I felt chilled. It wasn’t much, about 99-100*, but it made me wonder if something was changing.

I tried going to work for a few hours and suffered a bit for it. It’s not that I did anything at all but it wore me out and I had incredibly bad night sweats that night.

I let my doctor know about my fever and increasing pain. He was heading out of the office for a week but wanted me to see someone and get another blood test. This time the test would look for inflammation markers. Inflammation markers?!? That’s a thing? I wondered why we hadn’t done that to begin with!

So, a week after the sonogram I saw Shannon the nurse practitioner again and told her what was going on. We did the blood test and I assumed everything was fine because I didn’t get a call. I didn’t, that is, until about 5pm. Shannon sounded like she was trying to control her speech as she told me that one of the markers had come back very high and that I needed to get to the ER within the hour for a CT and blood cultures. The high marker could be a sign of infection. Ian was sitting next to me and I told him what she asked us to do. I took a deep breath and said, “So, maybe I’ll have to be in the hospital overnight for antibiotics or something. Maybe this will finally get taken care of.”

When I finished packing a bag I had a bit of a dizzy spell and sat down. Ian rushed over and I could tell he was terrified. “What did you do?” I asked, “Did you look it up? Don’t tell me, let’s just go.”

Ian and I like to be informed patients. It always helps to have an idea of risks and to have a list of questions ready. Sometimes, though, it can make things a bit worse. Like the time I wanted to see what the scar would look like from my vocal cord reconstruction surgery and a picture that came up was of a woman with a wound that looked like someone had tried to kill her with a garrote! (Her post-healing pics were great but I wasn’t even able to see them after the post-surgery ones!) Although he had Ian didn’t really need to look anything up because an infection in the gut could lead to peritonitis or sepsis/septicemia. A cousin of Ian’s that had done so much to help us after my last heart surgery, even though I had never met her, died from developing peritonitis which cascaded into to sepsis after a routine surgery lead to a cancer discovery. I knew in the back of my head that he was thinking of her and that I must not if I was going to keep it together.

We went to the ER. It was the worst time of day and there seemed to be so many more critical cases around me. Even though my orders had come through it didn’t speed the process by any means. The nurse assigned to me, Vanessa, wanted to start an IV both for blood draw and for the administration of contrast during the CT. I have a port in my chest (it’s like a medical “outlet” into the blood stream) but oftentimes it can’t be used for CT scans because it’s not a “power” port. Power ports came around after I had mine put in 13 years ago (that’s a really long time to have a port!) and allow high pressure things like contrast to be used. Had I known about Vanessa’s phlebotomy skills I would have either insisted she use the port for a blood draw or get another nurse… or both.

AGGKKK!! She was HORRIBLE! I told her before she even touched me that I was a difficult draw. When I say that I MEAN it! I have humbled the most experienced lab techs, IV therapists and nurses. She decided to go for some odd vein on the underside of my right forearm and I looked away and she set to work. Yowtch! She dug a bit but said she had blood return… oops… what happened? She tried to flush with saline and the vein collapsed. She’d have to try another spot. Awesome. She left to get more supplies and I looked down. I’m not sure what she did but there was a splatter of blood going all the way down to my hand. Good lord!

Attempt number two was about in the middle of my left forearm on the top – another weird spot. I looked away and she began. Ian had walked over to hold my right hand. I’m not fond of blood draws for this very reason because people don’t believe me when I say I’m a hard friggin’ draw! Dig dig dig! I could tell she was trying to get the vein and it was just scarred up and rolling away from her. (It’s the latest game craze! Chase the vein!) Normally I just take a deep breath and try to make it through the process but I couldn’t help it, “Goddamn!! You’re REALLY HURTING ME!!” I said with a raised voice. “I got it, I got it…” she replied. Already I could tell it was a bad IV because it ached and I told her so. “Well, just wait a little bit and see if it still aches in a few minutes,” I could tell she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. She taped it up to high heaven and didn’t even bother to flush it or attempt the blood draw before she quickly exited. I looked down and, worse than the first time, my arm was splattered in blood, the monitor cord next to me had blood on it and, looking down, there was 3″ wide puddle of me on the floor. I think she missed her calling as a bloodletter!


Blood culture bottles about 4-5″ high – adults only use two, the third is just for children

A phlebotomist came in from the lab a bit later and said she needed to do a blood draw. What!?! I should have directed her to the red pond on the floor… She told me that there were going to be two culture draws and that they had to be in separate places. (I should’ve said something about my port at this point but I figured a member of the medical staff would have suggested it if it were viable because no, I’m NOT a doctor I just play one on tv…) I told her I was difficult, I told her the nurse abused me… As I did so I offered up site #1 as exhibit A and we could both see very plainly that Vanessa had managed to give me a nice, plump hematoma (aka lump of blood under the skin). She promised that she’d be gentle and use a good spot. *sigh* Here we go again…. But no! She found a vein on the top of my right wrist and I barely felt more than the single, I said SINGLE poke. What I did feel most was the creepy sensation that my hand was being dehydrated as she took out 30ml of blood, enough for a “rainbow” of tubes


An example of a “rainbow” of tubes

(meaning about 5 tubes, one for each of a variety of tests) and the two blood culture bottles. It was a lot of blood. She was nice enough to bring me a warm pack to help with Vanessa’s handiwork.

The CT went well and another nurse used my IV to draw the second blood test. She did a good job and Vanessa barely showed her face again. The doctor, who didn’t know why they hadn’t used my port (ACK!), paid me a visit and told me that everything looked fine. Apparently one of my inflammation markers (CRP or C-reactive protein) was quite high. Normally it’s about 0-1.5 (1.5 might be a small backache, I’m guessing) and the doc thought from the way I was presenting that mine might be around 3. Turns out mine was actually 19.3!! So, that’s why Shannon had sounded so wired on the phone! And that’s why they had thought there must be infection. After a 5 hour “visit” we were allowed to leave. Hooray for Friday date night….. meh.

Saturday was a good time of nursing the regular ol’ pain plus the new four holes in my arms (3 from the ER, 1 from the doctor’s office). I managed to get a bloody nose that kept going for about an hour until I remembered that an ice pack could help. A couple days later my gums and the other side of my nose were bleeding. My INR was up to 5.4 and when I spoke to the pharmacist managing my Coumadin I told her I was taking Tylenol. It was the only thing I could think of that was different but I didn’t bring it up prior because Tylenol is supposed to be one of the things anti-coagulant patients can safely take. Turns out it isn’t exactly. Up to three doses a week are fine for blood thinner patients but more than that and their INRs can become elevated. Here I was taking a week’s worth a day and no one told me the risks! Supposedly most doctors don’t know of it’s risks. Doesn’t that just make you feel all warm and safe inside?

More pain and projects… Here, I’ll freshen your palette with a list of the movies we’ve been distracting ourselves with recently!

  • “Man Up” – Lake Bell, Simon Pegg: There’s a blind date mix-up that heads into hilarity!
  • “Slow Learners” – Adam Pally, Sarah Burns: Two socially challenged friends decide to live it up and become slightly horrible people. They redeem themselves, don’t worry…
  • “Crimson Peak” – Mia Wasikowska, Jessica Chastain, Tom Hiddleston: Whoa. A groom brings his new bride home to “Sister” and the creepiest house EVER!!!
  • “John Wick” – Keanu Reeves, Michael Nyqvist: Uh, whatever you do, don’t piss off the retired assassin. Especially if it’s by stealing his kick-ass car and killing the dog his dead wife left him. Oh, you did what now?!? Gooooood luck!
  • “CBGB” – Alan Rickman (RIP) and a bunch of lookalikes: The story of how failed bar owner, Hilly Kristal, changed the world of music forever.
  • “Ex Machina” – Alicia Vikander, Domhnall Gleeson, Oscar Isaac: Middle of nowhere Norway + geeks + A.I. = HOLYCRAPIDIDNOTSEETHATCOMING!!!
  • “The Legend of Barney Thompson” – Robert Carlyle, Emma Thompson, Ray Winstone: Barney’s got it rough and he figures out just how rough when his mum goes on holiday.
  • “Heavy Metal” – Richard Romanus, John Candy: This 1981 animated “film” takes the best parts of the comic books of the era – bad rock n’ roll, old school animation, topless ladies – and connects it with a plot-line that could have only come from 1981 sci-fi. Oy. (A comedy without trying to be.)
  • “7 Days in Hell” – Andy Samberg, Kit Harington: This mockumentary follows two tennis-playing numbskulls and their match in 2001 that took 7 days to complete.
  • “Becoming Jane” – Anne Hathaway, James McAvoy: The based-on-truth story of Jane Austin and the love of her life. (Tissues were needed…)

There! That helps, right?

Now back to the not-so-fun stuff… I keep trying to go back to work but thus far I’ve only managed a day a week. My clothes don’t fit because just about everything on me has shrunk from not eating. However, because of the inflammation my belly looks as though I’m about 3-4 months pregnant. I really hope pregnancy doesn’t hurt as much as this, ladies… I keep having to have a “diuretic day” each week because my body doesn’t seem to want to get rid of the fluids I put in until it’s forced. This can help with the pain but the last time I did it I felt completely weak and dizzy.

And then last Thursday happened. I missed my 3:00 dose of Tylenol and knew my choice was take a dose and hour and a half late and have to get up during the middle of the night for more or wait until 8:30pm to take my evening dose a bit early. I opted for choice two. Ian and I watched a hockey game and by the time it was over, about 6pm, my pain was terrible and I was horribly cold. I wrapped up in a wool blanket including my head and face and waited for some relief. Even the addition of a heating pad didn’t make a difference. I got under the covers with the wool blanket and heating pad and began taking my temp. It started out at about 99.5* and went up by a chunk every time I checked. I reached 100.9*, still cold, when Ian asked if I wanted dinner. It was getting close to 8:30 and I thought food would help with a dose of Tylenol. By 9 I was toasty on my own merit, full and my temp was almost normal. I still thought it was good that I had a follow-up with Kaplan the next day, though.

Kaplan seemed to think that was good too even though he didn’t know what to do with me. The rise in temp from one missed dose kept leading him back to some sort of infection so he decided to call the infectious disease guru of Yakima that he was associated with to see what he thought. The verdict was: 3 (thrrreee!?!?!) more blood cultures to be kept for a longer period of time. ‘Are you f***ing kidding me?!?! I had just had the first 2 cultures two weeks prior. Things weren’t worse they just weren’t better and yet you think there’s going to be something to grow in those cultures?? And why, for god’s sake, THREE!?! I’m not sure I have that much blood to spare!’ Well, that’s what I thought anyway.

After lunch I wanted to get things over with so we headed to Memorial’s lab. They were very friendly and accommodating. A woman brought me back, almost made some sort of Vanna White move to “present” the lab-draw chair (does that thing have a special name?). I recognized her but tried to put our previous, less-than-lovely encounter out of my head. It came back pretty fast though…

“Ok, let’s take a look,” she said as she turned my arm in her hand.

“I’m a really difficult draw so if you could use a small needle I’d really appreciate it.”

“Do you know how many years of experience this lady has!?!” said the friendly guy who had been at the front counter.

“She’s managed to humble a lot of experienced professionals,” said Ian. (Sounds familiar, right?)

The lady was eyeing a particularly hypnotizing vein that I have on the top of my right forearm so I thought it best to speak up, “That one may look good but I assure you it’s a liar.”

“Oh, yeah?” she said softly as she began prepping that very spot with alcohol.

….She knows what she’s doing…. She’s being nice and gentle… There won’t be a problem… I turned my head to the left.

“Here we go. Little poke.” I didn’t feel anyth… WAIT! Yow! OWCH!! WHAT!?!? HEEEYYYY!!!

“OW! That’s not a little poke. Please stop!” I said.

She took out the needle and placed some gauze over the new sinkhole she put in my arm. Another lady stepped up and the first one handed off to her.

“She’s afraid of needles,” she said to lady #2. Uh, say WHAT now?!? I’m afraid of needles!? HA!

“I’m not afraid of needles, actually. I’m afraid of people who keep digging in my arms,” I managed to say out loud. Ian told me later that the needle didn’t stop moving from the moment she broke skin. She managed to make about 6 or 7 tries in a few seconds… yeah, and I’M afraid of needles! If it hadn’t been so crappy I thought the whole thing would’ve made a really great comic strip.

Lady #2, Rosa, was a sweetheart. She had a thick accent and a job shadow. Job shadow’s are good, they put the pressure on to be the best at your job. Rosa petted my arm and grabbed a warm pack to put over Lizzie Borden’s attempt. She looked over my arm and kept asking, “I can go anywhere?” To which I responded, “Please avoid my hand if you can… And THERE!” as I pointed to the disappointing vein that had already been tried. She laughed and assured me she wouldn’t go near it but she ended up picking a strange spot just to the top of my elbow crook. I could tell she was having trouble getting blood to come out. She said she was only going to take 12ml instead of the full 20. I thanked her.


Yep, good ol’, 13-year old, non-power port. It has saved me many a headache.

Luckily, we had learned from little miss “she’s afraid of needles” before she left that my port could be used for two of the three draws. Hallelujah!! Ian and I waited while IV therapy made their way to the lab. Because ports have the capacity to become infected hospitals are very cautious about who accesses them and this means it is always who has A LOT of experience accessing ports. In no time at all the IV tech had come down and accessed me. We decided to leave it accessed so that the draw the following morning could be quick and painless… my favorite word.

Ian was working the next morning but after a brief discussion we both felt that since it had been so long since I had experienced fainting spells and since the hospital was just a few blocks from home that it would be ok for me to drive myself! It was SO strange! The last time I’d really been driving much was back in October. I knew what to do, I hadn’t forgotten anything, but it was just such a bizarre sensation.

After the blood draw with an IV nurse that was very familiar with me, I decided to run an errand by myself. WHAT!?!? How crazy is THAT???!!! I went to the drug store, filled a prescription, got a few things I’d been needing but didn’t want to bother Ian with and came home. I wasn’t putting anyone out by giving me a ride. I got to choose how long I stayed at the store and which route to take there and back. I know it sounds dumb but when you have that ability taken away you can manage but it feels really good to get it back, even just a little bit. Ian acknowledged that he thought it would be good for me to do something for myself. He had gotten off of work early but didn’t come home in order to give me some “Mimi time”. (Man, did I hit the jackpot with that guy…)

And here I am now. I’m feeling a tiny bit better but I’m still going to see the infectious disease doc on Friday. It would be great to have some answers about what’s been happening and maybe some foresight into what to expect for the future. At least for this thing… I’ll have a post up soon about all that’s going on with transplant. It isn’t much and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t frustrating. We’ll save that fun for another time, though, ok? Yay.

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