Tuesday morning I called my doctor to let her know that I was extremely short of breath. I thought it was my abdomen again that needed to be drained. So, she sent me to the hospital to have it drained and to have a chest xray. It ended up being a very long day. After many xrays, they decided there wasn't enough fluid in my abdomen in one spot to drain. The risk of hitting an organ outweighed the benefits. There seemed to be several small pockets of fluid and by draining one of them was not going to give me any relief. We moved on to the chest xray, which showed that my right lung was pretty bad. So, they decided to drain the fluid off my lung. I went in for a thoracentesis around 4:00 on Tuesday and they drained a liter of fluid off my lung. No wonder I was so short of breath. I'm just praying that the fluid stays away and does not come back. I do not want to have to go through that agin. It was quite painful and very scary. As my lung began to re-inflate, it feels like you can't breathe. Nothing worse than not being able to breathe. It lasted about 30 minutes and was finally over. Darlene, my coworker and friend, was in with me the whole time. I was so thankful to have her there and try and calm me down to slow my breathing down. It's a whole different ball game being on the other side. I had a hard time keeping my oxygen level up after the procedure,so we were there for a while. They put me on oxygen to give my lung a little help and after about 2 hrs., it finally was able to hold.
Yesterday, I stayed in bed most of the day. I woke up feeling like I had been run over. My body just hurt everywhere. The emotional part takes a toll on you just as much as the physical part.
Maddie, came in my room last night and had a long talk with me. It is finally beginning to take a toll on her. She told me that it is scaring her that it has spread everywhere and that there is no cure for cancer. I reminded her that I am believing the Lord is going to heal me and she agreed. She began to tell me about all the stories in the bible of when the Lord healed people. She said, remember the one that died and then he raised him from the dead? I said, yes honey. And she said, He might even do that mom. He might raise you from the dead. You might get to see what heaven looks like and the streets of gold and then come back and tell us all about it. I told her that I hoped that wouldn't happen. She said she misses spending time with me and that she prays all the time that I would be able to walk a little further or stand just a little longer. It was a very hard conversation, but one I will never forget. She is a special little girl and I know the Lord is going to do something out of all of this.
Please continue to pray for my complete healing! And keep my family in your prayers as well.