(Not the ALF in question, but still…feel better, ALF.)
Through her narcotic haze, our friend Laura “angrylittlefeet” Nicholson has foggily typed out some words to update the Potato Nation on her ongoing battle against Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and all the unpleasant bullshit that goes along with it. Read it below, and if you haven’t already, PLEASE donate a few bucks to our “Fight for ALF” campaign on Indiegogo. All proceeds will be given directly to Laura to help out with her medical costs. We’re currently sitting at $2,381 raised. Can we hit $2,500 by the end of the day?
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Hi again Taters.
Alf here with an update on the fun ride that the past week or so has been.
First off, the PET scan was no big deal after all. They just shoot me up with some radioactive crap and then stick me in a dark room for about an hour while this works its way thru my system. From there it’s into a big ole scanner that makes some noise & moves around but is really pretty comfy. Again they say don’t move. So…sounds like two medically prescribed naps to me. I can handle this. Pretty much same deal with the CAT scan. Just waiting around for the radioactive stuff to work it’s way thru. Sadly, so far no Ninja Turtle skills have been acquired.
On to the bad news. Scans showed a lot of fluid built up around my lungs and heart. So off to the ER for that to be dealt with. They of course admitted me immediately. This was last Monday. They drained my lungs that night and I felt a whole lot better. But of course that shit just built right back up. Then they put a chest tube in to drain. What fun. Next day the tube came out and the villagers rejoiced. Not for long though. At this point they shipped me off to a second hospital to have the fluid around my heart taken care of. Now in this modern day of technology you’d think they’d have some way to use a small tube thru your arm pit or something. Oh no sir! Five 1/2 hour wait and then they bring out a needle which they proceed to jam into my chest. They don’t put you to sleep for this either, by the way.
Back to the original hospital we go. Fluid is under control so now it’s time for my first chemo. Not a hell of a lot of fun I must say.
Next morning they come back and take a chest X-ray and lo and behold the fluid is back around that damn lung again. Off to this third hospital where finally a major operation on the lung was done. Hurts like a bastard to move. Hopefully this does the trick though!
And that’s where I’m at now. Still in hospital healing from that surgery. Thank God for the pain meds! I have to try to sleep kinda sitting up too, and therefore my ass is always asleep.
Oh, did I forget to mention the bone marrow biopsy? It’s probably because I’m trying to repress the memory. Trust me… no joy to be had there.
That’s the short of it my fellow Taters. I’m down but by no means out!
Take care, all of ya!
Alf