ERCP Success, I think
Well, as I am home and recovering, I presume that the ERCP was a success. Unfortunately, MaryBeth was off taking her sister, Cat, and her husband, Stan, to the airport when the doctor finished up. He had left by the time I was awake and MB got back, so I’m not sure what he found about the flow through the bile duct.
Right now I’m tired and my throat is sore, which is to be expected given they had to intubate me (give me a breathing tube) because they used general anesthesia on me and THEN put the endoscope down my esophagus. I’ll take it easy tomorrow, working from home, and I should be good to go for my CT-scan on Thursday.
What does it say when I walked into the Day Surgery section of Gwinnett Medical and the nurse greeter called me by name and suggested that she was going to get me a ‘Frequent Patient’ pass??
Hopefully, though, this will be my last ERCP. Don’t get me wrong, Dr. Kulkarni has been great. He has taken great care of me, but it is my sincere hope that the tumor has shrunk enough so that surgery is possible. Presuming that is the case, the tumor will be removed, along with the bile duct, possibly part of the stomach, and likely part of the small intestine. (If there is no bile duct, then I will not need another ERCP.)
As much as I am hoping that I become a candidate for surgery, I also spent some time today thinking about the complexity of the Whipple Procedure. Up until last year, I had never really had ANY surgery. Then I had rotator cuff surgery in February, 2007; gall bladder removal in August, 2007; and 6 ERCPs (which, I guess is not technically surgery, but close enough in my book). But all of those experiences PALE in comparison to the invasive nature of the Whipple. Up until now, I haven’t had to really think about the surgery, as it was always something that would happen down the line. Now it’s (seemingly) staring me in the face.
I’m trying to stay present and not worry about it too much. I’ll know more after next week, but still it’s odd to be hoping to undergo the surgery. I know the Whipple is my best chance of surviving this cancer, but I’m not relishing the idea of staying in the hospital for a week or two (at best — and possibly longer).
Perhaps I’ll just worry about that later, eh? Thanks for checking in on me.
Merle