This is one of those not so fun blogs although a bit overdue. It was a cold Monday, March 2nd when I arrived in West Philadelphia to fulfill my two days of PA state broker credits. Day 1 was over I had dinner at this beautiful little Italian restaurant, San Nicola in Berwyn, PA. I sat in the window and enjoyed reading my book on my iPhone and catching up on some email. On my way back to the hotel I stopped at Whole Foods and found a few goodies then off to the Courtyard to bed. About an hour after I fell asleep I woke up with tremendous pain in my abdomen. It was strange, nothing I had ever felt before. I kept thinking it would go away but spent the entire night and into the morning pretty scared that something was wrong. I called Carly about 7:30 am, and he agreed that I needed to go to a hospital.
Paoli Hospital, what fun. Tons of tests and hours later not an answer except that they found three small masses on my liver and a spot on my spine. They wanted to admit me to conduct further studies with their GI department but after learning my circumstances agreed to let me get back to Pittsburgh. Tom was great, as always and drove Carly to meet me. Our friends Tracy and AJ are friends with the head of the GI department at Allegheny General Hospital, so we knew where we needed to go.
After spending three days at AGH and fulfilling just about every other painful test you can imagine the GI and Internal Medicine doctors can still only find those three spots as the possible culprit for my pain. The theory is that the spots are focal nodular hyperplasia (FNH) tumors and the blood vessels ruptured to cause the severe pain. Okay, made sense, now the liver needs to repair itself, and I should slowly get better. I was released, and they want me to come back in next week to do a test that shows how my food is digested through my gallbladder. The next test is another dye test/MRI to see if the tumor’s change in texture and size.
Today is beginning my second day at home, and I am so happy to be here with Carly and the kids. Last night was awful, and the pain was back to what I experienced in Philadelphia. I am hoping that experience did not just wipe out their prognosis, but I am just hoping for answers soon. It is hard to function because I can’t bend over or walk. Every bump, step or bend puts pressure on my ad’s, and the pain gets worse. As we continue to search for answers, I continue to try to keep a positive attitude.
Thank you so much for the calls, emails, food, prayers. They are so greatly appreciated. Carly has his hands full taking care of me.