Saturday, 31 October 2015

Day 86 - Mirroring the Phantom Leg.

I awoke after a restless but relative pain free night.
Poor Maddie gets less sleep than I do. I wish she would take her caretaker duties less serious. She needs to have a life other than nursing my pains.
Maddie fixed a great breakfast and all the pills went down.

While we were planning the day's activities, a slow but steady a phantom leg pain grew. Soon it was demanding my full attention.

Phantom leg pain is pain in a part of the leg that no longer exists. With me it usually is a very specific type of pain or feeling. Some times it is as if a sock is wrinkled. Sometimes the missing foot has a shoe that is tied way to tight. Once it felt like I pulled on a sock that got caught on a toenail and tore the nail back. This was very painful.
While in the hospital, the missing foot once felt like it was trapped underneath the bar at the bottom of the bed. In situations like this, even if I move the stump, and hold it up, the trapped foot still feel jammed under the bed frame.
Often massaging the stump brings reality into the equation, and the phantom pain goes away. But as soon as the massage stops the pain starts again.
Usually for me the phantom pain comes in waves. For 10 seconds every minute or so, it hurts.
Phantom pain USUALLY gradually goes away after about 6 months. Sometimes it never goes away, and sometimes it gets worse with time.

This morning it felt like all the toes were broken and pointing straight up. VERY painful. Massaging the stump helped, but the pain was bad. I finally wimped out and drugged up.

The fact that pain pills will decrease or stop phantom pain indicates to me that it is a real nerve problem. Maybe the nerves that used to detect pain were cut, and folded into the stump. So as the stump heals, and affects the blood supply, and therefore pressure on the different nerves.
But the fact that I feel specific scenarios of "damage" to the foot and leg, makes me think it is psychological. How can all the toes on my foot today, all feel broken at the same time. That does not sound like a physical neurological problem.
Bottom line...I don't understand, all that I know, about phantom pain. But I can tell you it is a real pain, and it can control my life when it is bad.

Other than drugs, the most promising treatment is called mirroring.

Mirroring is where a mirror is held at a specific angle to make the missing limb appear to be there. It is actually the reflection of the good leg.


Then by moving BOTH feet at the same time the brain is retaught that it can move the missing leg and foot. Apparently once the brain thinks the foot is real and it can control it, it stops with this phantom act.
I must admit I have doubts about fooling my brain with a mirror.
But I live in a world where clutching at straws is the norm. So I will try this mirroring technique and see if it helps any.

Once all the pain pills kicked in, we quickly drove to the hardware store.
I wanted to buy furniture sliders. Like little pieces of carpet that glue to the bottom of the chairs, so they slide easy on tiles and don't damage the tiles. That will hopefully allow me to move around in a chair a bit easier.
 We also bought hooks to fit in the ceiling to hang big rings to so that I can hang grabbers on the ceiling. I now have a grabber in the bedroom, bathroom, and by the computer.
 We saw some scrap lumber off cuts, and decided to try them as a sort of ramp into and out of the shower. Showers are scary things :-)
I crutched a lot, and had to zoom as the store was closing.

We read an interesting article on the internet about double leg, above the knee amputees. They really have a hard time getting used to prosthesis, and learning to use them. There is much progress made by quickly getting them started on very short legs first. Short legs are easy to balance, and falling is not near the big deal it is with crutches or full height prosthetics. If they do fall, they can get right back up.
They also put on training feet. Funny rounded discs. The advantage is mobility, and strength building long before a normal prosthetic could even be considered.

Next is another pain pill, and supper and tv.
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Friday, 30 October 2015

Day 85 - I love my pee bottle.

Morning -

What a bad night. I tossed and turned til around 2. Everything hurts, and my phantom leg had the jerks. It would jerk and spasm. I could put my hand on the stump and it was still, but my brain felt the jerking around. There was a pain like a twisted ankle also in the phantom leg. It hurt, but taking a pain pill for a hurt that doesn't really exist seems silly. The purpose of pain is to make it clear to your brain that the area is damaged.
There are only a few possible sleep positions to ease my back, and allow the stump to not get abused. I soon get tired of those positions, but what then? Abuse the stump, or hurt the back. So I usually end up doing both.

Poor Maddie. I am putting a big strain on her.

To try to sleep better I took a good shower. Getting out I slipped just a little. I was holding a grab bar, so I caught myself. But in the process I banged my big toe on the side of the shower. (Don't even ask which big toe.) It got cut and started to bleed. We searched, but could not find where the sharp place was. It really hurt. The toe also took a whack, not just a cut. Today, that foot will not see a sock or shoe. The toe is sore to the touch, but it seems to work OK.

The other day I talked about old, sick, men and their constant health talks. Now I am listening to myself talking about my old, sick toe. Sometimes I hate who I have become.

Now I want to talk about peeing. For boys, peeing while standing up is OK, but not if you use the crutches I use. American style crutches allow peeing much easier. If the raised toilet seat is left on the toilet, then it is not so easy. So we take the raised toilet seat off, unless I need to do number 2, then I put it on.
My latest solution to the pee problem is the pee bottle.

With a few of these scattered around the house, I could pee almost anywhere. The most important one is the bottle standing on the back of the toilet.
 I now stand at the toilet, lean against the wall, grab the bottle, pop the lid, throw my junk down the hole, and pee into the bottle. Then pour the bottle into the toilet. No dribbling, no mess, no balance problems.

I am No.1 in my Fantasy Football league. Yea! KgwediSuperDog !!!

18:00-
Maddie just went for a walk . I am SSOOO jealous. She went to buy Fish and chips. Yummy.

Maddie took the rental car back today. Now it is only the beetle till we buy a car.

My buddy came by today, and hooked up my main computer,  I am back with a big keyboard and screen.

I just joined a European forum for amputees. 

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Thursday, 29 October 2015

Day 84 - Trip to the Mall.

Morning -
I woke with quite a bit of pain. Back pain and good leg pain. I think I over did it yesterday.
Maddie gave me a fruit salad straight away, so I could take pills.

Noon - 
Today we decided to go to the big pharmacy and get prescribed pills.

Tomorrow we have to return the Avis car. Then we only have the beetle till we find a car we like.
Maddie got to drive the beetle, and we had to see if I could get in and out of it. Maddie did so well in the beetle. Even with its funny door opening sequence, and the seat being hard to move, and her arms not reaching the gear shift. I was able to get in easily. The back of the passenger seat is very solid and easy to grip for getting in and out.

Maddie drove us to the big mall. The closest parking was about 200 meters from the pharmacy. I never use the elevator or the escalator because the stairs are free exercise. Today we took the elevator. :-(

I find that while crutching, my concentration is focused on the floor in front of me. I wouldn't notice a rhino beside me. I always used to watch for potential security threats, but not today, just the floor in front of me.

Maddie did all our prescriptions, while I rested on a bench. Medical aid refused most of my medications. Lack of funds.  So we only got a few of the most important pills, and paid lots of cash.

We bought 2 more extension grabbers. I want to put large cup hooks in the ceiling by my bed, over the computer, and in the bathroom. That way when not in use, I can just grip the hook with the grabber, and the grabber will hang out of the way, but in easy reach.

We went to a good restaurant next, another 100 meters. It seems best to have Maddie go ahead and scout out places before I get there. She walked ahead to the restaurant, and found a crutches friendly table, and it was easy for me. I expect in a few weeks, I'll be the zoomer, and she will be trying to keep up with me :-)


Maddie went off to do shopping, and I sat awhile and had another coffee. Then I crutched to the book store, another 100 meters. They have a small reading room there. The chairs are fluffy deep cushioned chairs. Bad news. I sank into one, and would just have to wait for Maddie to rescue me. A relaxing hour later she came and pulled me out of the chair, and we went to the car and drove straight home.

Over all about 500 meters crutching for the day. My hands are sore, my wrist, elbows, and shoulders are sore. My good knee is also sore. The good leg is taking strain. I refuse to even think what a catastrophe, a simple injury to the good leg would cause in my lifestyle. Something like an ankle sprain would make me bedridden for weeks.

The guys that use the same crutches I use for long distance walking, say that even a poor prosthesis is much, much better when using crutches. They still use crutches the same way, but the prosthetic takes most strain off the arms.
Using crutches without a prosthetic usually results in back pain. The poor spine never is able to enter the pelvis at the correct angle. It is always wrong. My back is going to be a big problem until I can get some sort of prosthesis to balance the forces on the pelvis.

I found a car place that has 3 high mileage BMW 330Ds for sale. a 2004 model, and 2 x  2005 models. Each is about R60,000 ($5000). Diesel, and automatic transmissions. Of course the BIG thing too keep in mind is that somebody got rid of these cars for a reason. Like a big maintenance bill coming.
I still think I prefer the Mercedes Benz C220-ish type of car.

I very good, and pleasant day. Very tiring, but well worth it.
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Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Day 83 - Life in the house without a leg.

08:20
We are up, and busy doing the comms thing.
Maddie made me coffee, and a good healthy breakfast, and I have taken my pile of pills.

After 4 days of hand bathing in the hospital, I really wanted a good shower.  The whole shower process is like most legless procedures now. It is strange, difficult, seemingly impossible, and often scary. But in a month will be operations normal, and I won't even think about it.

There are basically 2 types of crutches. The long ones that Americans prefer, (A. in picture below)  and the shorter ones the rest of the world prefers (B. in picture below). They each have their advantages.



The longer American crutches fit under the arm in the arm pit. These give much more stability, and can allow hands free operations for non moving tasks. They are better suited for when the crutch use will be temporary. The learning curve is flatter, but extended use, results in nerve damage under the arms.
The shorter style is better suited for maneuverability, is shorter and easier for storage and keeping close and handy. They require more learning and practice. They are preferred for long term or permanent use. For me, everyone I have talked to recommends the shorter ones.

In crutches school, the physio lady taught me how to walk up and down steps, but trying to get over the 3 inch lip that is around the shower, was a new obstical.
Placement of the shower stool was another thing Maddie and I discussed at length. I need to be able to grab the grab bars, and get into the shower with the crutches, while the stool is inside the shower. So I need two hand for the crutches, two hands for the grab bars, and two hand to lower me into the stool. If I had 5 hands, I would still be one hand short.
We decided to put the stool  dead center, facing sideways. The smooth tiles in the shower are a problem. We need to buy non slip strips.


On the internet, the crutch people all say that one of the first things to do is replace the crutch tips with rain tips. These have grooves like rain tires on cars have.
So with one arm wrapped around a grab bar, one hand using a crutch, and Maddie hanging on to prevent me from falling into the shower, I managed to hop over the lip around the shower. Then with two crutches I was able to maneuver to the stool, then with both hands on the grab bar, lower myself onto the stool with Maddie holding the stool.
The one grab bar is placed perfectly, but the other is not of any use at all.
Now on the stool, with me facing the side of the shower, and the soap dish, I could work the shower doors, the taps, the hand shower head, get the soap, and get to the shampoo.
This combined with the fact that for many years I have had my geyser (hot water heater) temperature set at 41C (106F). This allows a hot water tap only operation, and the water is always at the proper temperature. No fiddling with cold and hot to mix to the right temp. When I had the geyser installed, I had it put on the back of the shower wall. After turning on the hot tap, I have hot water in about 2 seconds. No wastage of water and electricity waiting for the hot water to get to the shower head.
Once on the stool, I took the shower head off the wall, and it now became a hand shower. I pointed it at the wall, turned on the how tap, and 2 seconds later I had a nice hot shower. I shaved and shampooed my hair, :-) and got super clean for the first time in 4 days.
To keep the stump dressings dry, we put a garbage bag over the stump, then tied a thick rope around the stump, then folded the rest of the bag over the stump. That worked perfect. After a long shower the stump was dry.
Getting out required the scary "hop" over the shower lip.

Maddie bought one of those reach extender/grabber devices. It has a pistol grip and a claw that opens and closes by use of a trigger. It is fun to grab things far away.

The next problem we had to solve was of the toilet. Guys can pee standing up. I crutch to the toilet, and get close so I can lean my good shin on it. The is where American style crutches are good, because you can still support using your armpits leaving both hands free to work the zip. They also allow brushing teeth better.
With my crutches I have to remove both crutches from my arms, and balance while working the zip or brushing teeth.
There are a some people that just walked from Durban to Cape Town. All on crutches like mine. All were amputees. That is about 1600 km or 1000 miles.
The raised toilet seat is a good idea. It is hard to pee into while standing. I only use the raised set for number 2.

I need to think more on a strong support to get out of bed.
I need way of getting into and out of shower.
I need a car.
I need a leg.
I need a pain free day.
I need to stop coughing up white chunks.

Then Maddie reminded me of a story I told her last year about a guy with bad emphysema. He was dying. They asked him what he wanted to do before he died. See the pyramids? Visit his loved ones?
His answer was just before he died, he wanted just one deep clear breath.

After thinking about that guy, you can ignore the "I need" list above.
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Day 82 - Going Home from Hospital.

06:00
Guy next to me snores. I slept well with earplugs.
The quality of nursing staff is very distinct from shift to shift. On a scale from one (bad) to ten (good). There are a few 8s both individual nurses, and shifts. But most are 2s. It is a pity.
One nurse is trying for a psychology upgrade to her nursing qualifications. She needed a patient that had done many hospital stays to see how the patients attitude toward health care has changed over the years. She had a long questionnaire. She asked lots of questions. She seemed ignorant of most of the world.
I told her I had been in 38 countries. She said she was surprised there were that many countries. I asked if she used the internet. She said her friend had seen it but she hasn't seen it. This lady will be the head nurse of her section soon.
I asked one good nurse if I should use the pee bottle to disrupt the nurses less that having one of them escort me to the bathroom every hour or so. She said it depended on Doctors orders, and what the patient wants. I told her that if she believes that then she lives in a dream world, not the world I see and experience. So in her own way, she is also ignorant of the world she lives in. She may be ( and was) very competent, but the average quality of nursing care is poor. And that means that half the nurses are below "poor".
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07:50
I just finished with physio. We walked about 100 meters, and climbed some stairs.
She says I can go home.
I need to see the doc first.
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09:00
Doc says " go home". :-)
I am ssoooo ready.
I have been asking the nursing staff "How many countries are there?"
The answers so far. 10, many, too many, and 800.
The local preference for anything more than 2 being "many". Seems to have moved into the nursing way of thinking. It makes me wonder what 185mg of a medicine means to people like this. What do they think of inside their heads.
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19:30
I am in my house. Maddie drove me home,we had lunch, took a nap, then she went shopping.



It is good to be home, but my legs are tired. My good leg sat unused for 4 days, then today got a workout. The hamstring battles with the crutches, and the quads battle with the up-down. 
 I need to plan better, so a trip to the bathroom will include a pee (whether I need to or not), emptying the pee bottle, brushing teeth, and doing anything to prevent a trip to the bathroom. It is a pain to get up, get the crutches, move to the bathroom, balance for 5 minutes while I dribble on my foot, then back on the crutches to the bed. Like an exhausting 10 minutes for something I used to not even think about. Like today I wanted to see how much airtime was still left on the internet sim card. Get standing, get crutches, walk 2 meters, then it takes both hands to remove the dongle because the router must be held down. But I have no free hands, so I have to set down the crutches and then...... and then I called Maddie and asked her to get the sim out of the router.

Something so simple will now need to be on a list of things to do that day.

I wanted to take the cell phone into the bedroom. Sorry dude both hands are used to keep from falling. I need like a fisherman's vest that has a zillion pockets. That way I always have my cell phone, keys, and water bottle.

I also need a way of getting out of bed easier. Like huge posts growing out of the carpet next to the bed, or maybe chains hanging from the ceiling.

I must remember that crutches are for walking, NOT getting up or down. Using a crutch to get off a bed, or lower yourself to it, is a "Bozo No-No".

I am hoping for an early night.
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Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Day 81 - learning crutches

05:26
Just had coffee and a rusk. Not a very good rusk.
Doctor said I should leave on Tuesday or Wednesday. Maybe I can convince him for Monday.
I see this morning in the pile of pills was a lyrica. I tried lyrica before , but it gave me the jerks. I wonder why he prescribed it. It might have something to do with phantom pain I have. Last night it felt like my missing foot was jammed under the bar on the bed. I tried many times to remove it. Duh!
I have read much about amputations, and nowhere does it mention a particular problem I am having. When the leg was normal, the quadriceps muscle was used to lift and straighten the leg. The hamstring was used to bend the leg and bring it backward. But now both of those muscles have been cut. If I try to use either of those muscles, there is sharp pain.
Now to move the stump forwards requires the hip flexors, and to move the stump backward requires the glutamus maximus. The butt muscle.
Learning to use the new muscles isn't that hard, but learning not to use the old muscles is very difficult.  Every step for the last 60 years has required those muscles.
So now when I want to move the leg forward, I instinctive use the quadriceps, which causes stabbing pain. Trying to relax the quads is more important than using the hip flexors, and relaxing the hamstring is more important than using the butt muscles.
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08:15
Am waiting for Doctor to make his rounds.
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09:30
The new wound care lady came by. She cleaned and looked at the wound.

17 stitches in one long string, overhand with no knots between.

Now to wait for the doc to come and chat.
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10:30
Doctor just left.  He says that all is fine, but he wants two more physio sessions before I go home. So today, and another tomorrow.
 Two crutches lessons. 
Then the psycologist came by. She says I seem ok and can go anytime. 
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11:50
Physio lady just left. We walked maybe 20 yards.
Crutches are more wobbly than walker.
Keeping quadriceps and hamstrings relaxed is key.
Maddie is busy spending my money. She bought a shower chair, and a bed urine bottle. All necessities.
 The doc said I could leave tomorrow if physio lady was happy. she wants another session doing stairs. so tomarrow is one more physio session, then checkout by 10:00.
I am tired. A long day.
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Sunday, 25 October 2015

Day 80 - second day after op.

Sitting in bed.
Physiotherapy  people were just here. I wanted to learn the crutches. He said that was for tomorrow. But I used the walker and  walked to the bathroom . Then I went inside and asked him to show me how to pee while in a walker. It turns out there are boy and girl walkers. Boy walkers allow you to straddle the toilet, and not pee allover the walker.
I can go to the toilet by my self.
My cell phone was dead this morning, so it is on charge with the power bank charger. I want to sleep.
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I will have to fix a zillion spelling errors from this morning.
I am so protective of the leg that isn't there. Like I am afraid of  stubbing my toe.
They just took out my IV and oxygen. More freedom, less tubes.
I get very short  bouts of nausea. Very strong but very short. I need a puke bowl very close.
Doctor said he would remove the stump drain tomorrow morning and then no pipes or wires.
I still sleep about 20 min per hour
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15:00
The physio guy just came by again. I used the walker to walk down the hall to the nurse station and back.
He showed me how to use the crutches. But I will not use them until tomorrow. I may sneak away on crutches tonight. Stealth crutches.
We still have not unwrapped the leg stump. Tomorrow We will see the doctors handiwork. It has stopped draining.
Sleep.
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17:00
Maddie was just here. we chatted and i showed off by peeing In the big boy toilet. :-)

I find it pathetic listening to old men complain about health issues. you should try to surround yourself with young healthy people. Unhealrhy people are a bore,  and their whole life revolves around their health. Nobody wants ro listen to an old man talk about his liver, sarcoma, cancer, or any other complaints. If the old man can no longer stimulate you mentally, then it is time to get someone that will.
A few years ago an old man may have had interests similar to yours, and maybe you had interests in common with him. Now days his intetests are about his prostate, and that does not interest you at all. It is time to move on to something new. 
Everything always changes. Especially people.
 At one time of my life, i loved drag racing. My group of friend included fellow drag racetes. Another few years were spent with parachutes, and their accociated friends. 
As your interests change, so do your friends. With each new group of friends, there occasionally are a few that remain friends, even when the interests change. There is some basic, fundamental, thing you have in common with these "keepers". You may not even know what it is. But it ensures a friendship that goes beyond airplanes, motorcycles, guns, or computers.
One of the things you learn as you age, is that when your interests change, many of your friends change. But the friends that stay, are the good ones, and worth thousands of the ones that moved on.
When you see some old man complaining about something. Just remember they may have done some thngs you can not dream of, and maybe they have seen things you will never see. Their hard work and struggles in life may not result in a huge financial empire, but simply a short walk to the bathroom.
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Saturday, 24 October 2015

Day 79 - Day after Amputation

Hello from the hospital.
They removed my leg yesterday morning about 10:30. It was shipped off for autopsy.
I wonder how much weight I lost. It is a quick way to loose weight, but not a painless way to lose weight.
Maddie was just here for the morning visiting hour.
She is doing a good job with the blog.
The physio team was just here. That is not fun. I just walked three  steps forward and three steps backward, using a walker. Then lots of small stump movements to get things loose.
Almost exactly 26 hours ago was the op.
I'm very sleepy.
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16:30
Maddie just left. She will spend the night at friends house.
I just got a pain shot, so its a race to see whether the blog is stupid or not.
The doctor said that when they started the operation, they first wanted to be positive that a below the knee would not be possible. He drew on the leg where he would need to cut. They cut along the line, and saw lots  of differentiated cells. Sure sign of cancer. That cut was about 2 inches above where the PET scan showed the cancer. So it has been spreading.
The area where they did the amputation got a good inspection and they saw no sign at all of any cancer.
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Friday, 23 October 2015

Maddie - 9 hours after his op.

I was so glad to find our tough Texas buddy sitting half upright in his hospital bed  .. 'wild' awake, with a BIG smile on his face when seeing me. :-) He told me feels fine, but his eyes were telling a different story - the after effect of the anaesthetics, so he still needs lots of rest and sleep after such a major operation.

He was telling me about how weird it is, feeling pain, as well as pins and needles in his foot that was no more part of his body. He says it feels as if that foot is twisted to the side and sometimes painful. He also had the urge to pull up both legs to his body. Apparently the sensation he feels in the missing foot is of nerves been cut off and the brain thinking the foot is still there. He was expecting the surgeon to arrive on his evening rounds soon. I'm sure he'll have lots of questions for him ready.

No food yet for the patient, except for a small fruit juice and lots of water, then at bedtime another small fruit juice. He was humouring the nurse, saying he'll pay her R50 for a nice juicy steak. She just laughed at him. :-)

He is chuffed that I'm keeping the blog going. I'm hoping to do so until he's ready to continue.

Driving late at night is NOT ideal for any woman in Gauteng, S.A., so we agreed that from tomorrow I'll visit during morning and afternoon visiting hours and not in the evenings.

Although we feel very sad that Dan had to loose a valuable and important part of his body today, we feel grateful that the amputation was successfully performed. We wish Dan a speedy recovery so that he can take up his next challenge - walking outof the hospital with crutches, and then,  learning and getting used to a prosthesis a bit later. With willpower like his, NOTHING is impossible.

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Maddie - afternoon update

I eventually got to see Dan in High Care. He was fast asleep, with the oxygen mask still on his face.  I stayed at his bedside for a long time. Lucy, the nursing sister  encouraged me to talk to him. I touched his face,  hoping that he would wake up, but he was in a deep sleep - understandable. I decided to go home and catch up on lost sleep too. I'll give the afternoon visiting hours a miss, and will go to the hospital this evening again. I'm positive that he'll be more awake by then.

I feel relieved that all went well with the operation.  The surgeon mentioned that the part of the leg that has been removed, will now be sent to the lab for extensive analysis, the results that will be made known to us later.

On behalf of Dan I want to thank all his family and friends, as well as mine, who called and send messages to wish him well for today's op. It  means so much to both of us.

I'll keep you updated with our beloved friend's progress daily.
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Maddie - after surgery

12 noon
I spoke with the surgeon after the op - according to him all went well. So far, so good.

I was shown where the High Care section is, where he'll be moved to for the next 24 hours. I waited in the waiting area for a long time, then later walked back to the theatre recovery room, and there he was, still recovering from the anaesthetics.
The sister advised me to go back to high care section where he'll be moved soon.
I'm waiting to be called by the nurse as soon as they've finished making him comfortable and putting up all the IV drips etc. I'm anxious to see him, but I think he might not be aware of my presence at this stage.
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Maddie - Day of surgery

Late to bed last night (not ideal), and up very early at 4h30 this morning.  Dan wanted to feel fresh and have a good shower this morning, but oh my, a cold shower it was, as he forgot to put the geyser on last night. Dan made me a cup of good coffee - he could only smell it and for obvious reasons not have one himself.

We were on the road at 5h30 and checked into hospital well before the required time.   We were directed to Ward 2B (the lady joked and said ".. TO BE or not to be". :-)

Hundreds of forms to complete. I tried to help where I can.  Inbetween and a bit overwhelming, different nurses, wanting to do all kinds of body checks like blood glucose levels, blood pressure etc. I have to admit though, all friendly staff. Dan is chirpy with the staff and jokes with them all the time. My brave friend ... facing reality of the whole situation, hiding his sadness of losing a limb today, but still showing good spirit.  We decide to take last pictures of him with both legs.  By doing that, I feel so sad. :-(

I've met his surgeon, dr. Philip de Lange, also the lady anaesthedist, who advises him not to play tough and refuse pain killers when offered to him. After discussion with the surgeon, they decide to give spinal sedation as well, which will help with pain control afterwards.  He asks questions, like when feeling will come back etc. I felt teary when they wheeled his bed into the operating theatre, but I put up a brave face.  Now for the long 2 hour wait. The surgeon promised to have a word with me after the op.

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Thursday, 22 October 2015

Day 77 - Maddie's arrival, Day before surgery.

10:12
This is from my cell phone.
I am in my favorite restaurant.
This will be my last two legged walk.
Maddie just boarded her airplane in George. She should land in two hours, then will rent a car , and drive to my house.
I am now going to walk to the hardware store to buy a hand shower kit.
Everything I do, is sad.
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21:00
Another busy day. Maddie is here :-) We got the house clean, and a bed for her ready. We won't need her bed tonight. (wink wink)
I walked about 7km. Even if there had never been any problem with the leg, I would want to see a Doctor about it. It hurts deep inside. But I can't imagine a more serious reaction from a Doctor than I'll get tomorrow morning anyway.
Everything I did today was accompanied by a thought that it will probably be the very last time I will ever do that particular action again. 
 Things like crawling under the table to set up the computer. How long will it be before I feel like crawling under a table again.

I got the hand shower installed, and I made the hose long enough so Maddie can wash her hair in the sink. Still no shower chair though.

So many friends have sent SMSa or WhattApps to me today. That was nice.

Maddie and I worked hard today. We are both tired, and have to get up early. Checkin is at 06:00.

Every thought is preceeded by the knowledge that I will be a cripple tomorrow morning.
The occupational therapist said that I will have a much better operation than is usual, because they have been able to plan and double check, and discuss things over and over.
Most of the amputations are for trauma. Then the doctors don't have the advantage of  time, planning, and study.

I thought this would be a long blog, but there is nothing to say that I haven't said before. There is nothing to think, that I haven't thought many times before.

We taught Maddie cell phone to do blogger posts, so she will do the blog from her phone.

I have to stop drinking and eating now :-( I am having a last Horlicks.

Thanks for all your thoughts.
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Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Maddie - Feeling exited ...

It's Wednesday evening, nearing 10 pm.
I'm flying out to Johannesburg tomorrow morning.   It will be great to see my friend again ... 13 hours from now.

There are big challenges ahead for both of us.  I think we both have our own fears of the near future, but we'll chew the elephant one piece at a time.

Thanks to family and friends for their well wishes to Dan for his upcoming operation. We both appreciate being in your thoughts ... and prayers.

I'll endeavour to keep Dan's blog updated as best I can, when he is unable to do so.

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Day 76 - Getting ready for Maddie

03:20
Wild awake. I am having hot soya Horlicks.

My bad leg hurts. Inside the leg.
A thousand thoughts. None stay around to be of any use. They come in, occupy my brain, demand attention, but as soon as I start to think about them, another appears and demands attention. A great example of how NOT to get anything done.

My back is sore, and I have sciatica. It will be a lot worse tomorrow night after moving computer, TV , 2 printers, and the large table out, and trying to get the bed out of the shed. The beds were the first thing put in the shed, and there are a couch, refrigerator, 2 computers, a large cupboard and 2 tables put in after.

So my plan is to first clean the house because all flat surfaces are covered in papers from doctors. Move the computer into the living room. Shit......That is a full day right there. All the cables run in the ceiling. I'll have to drill new holes in the ceiling, go up into the ceiling , and re route all the wires.
I would rather read my book.

I remember watching an old movie about this normal guy that got into trouble with the Mafia, his wife was divorcing him, he had money problems, and he lost his job. Then he was in a very bad auto accident, and his last words to the paramedics as they were trying to cut him out of the wreck was "Oh Thank God."
Imagine, a solution to all the problems you have, and all future problems. Of course if you have many good things in your life, then you don't want to lose those. Like throwing out the baby with the bath water.
But what if the baby is a sniveling, whining, asshole? Then you cure two problems at once.

I wish I had moved quicker on the car purchase. Then I could just collect Maddie at the airport, and we would save a few thousand rand from having to rent a car.
I wish I had not spent 6 years worth of my life savings, in the last 4 months. My finances are like I am mining a finite, limited, resource. Totally unsustainable.
I wish I had eaten healthier.
I wish I had worked faster with the solar system, so it was better. When will I ever get up on the roof again?
I wish I did not need the leg removed.
I wish I didn't have cancer.
I wish .... for world peace. Isn't that what wins beauty contests? The world just doesn't want to hear about cancer, and amputations. The world wants fluffy, pink, clouds to live in.
3 months ago, I lived in a fluffy, pink, cloud.
 I WANT MY CLOUD BACK!!!
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04:15
I just tried writing a letter to Maddie. I wanted to tell her some important things to remember regarding her planing to come here. I couldn't think of a single constructive idea.
 ME! The idea man...Nothing.

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19:10
A very busy day.
After getting up around 8, I had my egg(s), and some coffee.

Today is normally a chemo day, but with the amputation, they are stopping chemo for a month.
I am still getting tired, and I am sure I am not so smart.  Maybe that will improve with a few weeks of no chemo.
My leg constantly hurts. I have no gauge to tell if is real cancer hurt, or just a sprain, or an angiosarcoma tumor puking bad cells throughout my body, or maybe it is my imagination. I would worry, but in 36 hours that leg will be in a dumpster someplace. Actually they are doing a biopsy on it.

I decided to do up in the ceiling first before it got hot up there. Moving the TV dish cable turned out to be trivial, and I never even went into the ceiling. Yesterday I bought some wiring cable, and strung that between the inverter, and the main circuit breaker panel.
Then moved all the satellite dish decoder, speakers and computer monitor into the Living room. Plugged everything in, and I now have TV on the computer monitor in the living room. No main computer, but that is another problem for another day.
Much of the boxes and useless stuff in the living room, I took out to the shed. I went to the shed, to see if there was anyway to get the beds out of it. Not an easy task. I asked the gardener next door if he would be available to help unpack the shed and he said yes. Both beds in the shed are Queen size. Maddie suggested a single bed. When I sleep, I take up little room, and I don't move around a lot. Maddie suggested that maybe we could make it work with both of us in the same bed, because she doesn't move around much either.

I decided to call the Occupational Therapist. She seems sharp and switched on. I talked to her for a few minutes, and she was a fountain of good ideas. She said that after the amputation there are a few things she suggests.
1. Always make Maddie the keeper of the crutches. That way she is always there to help, and you can't accidentally zoom off and hurt yourself.
2. Put a bright light next to the bed, so every time you want up to pee, you turn on the light. it will help you see, and it will tell Maddie to bring the crutches.
3. No wires, cables, or dogs on the floor. I smiled because I have 2 cables running right across the bedroom floor. I have tripped over them a few times today.
4. Always sleep with good leg near the edge of the bed.
5. Stump will be very tender for a few weeks. Sleeping with Maddie will probably make both of you lose sleep worrying about bumping the stump. Separate beds till the stump tenderness goes away.
6. Stay off the floor. Exercises in bed only. Getting up off the floor with your balance off, will result in a few falls. Only after you get a good feel for new balance points will the floor be an option.
7. Chemo is evil stuff. It is hard to walk if you are whole. With a balance problem, AND chemo you will fall. Be Very Careful. Make Maddie the judge of whether you can move on crutches. Stupid people never know they are stupid. That is also one of the reasons there is no chemo for 3 weeks after a leg amputation. An arm amputation is 1 week.

So we either needed to get the beds out of the shed, or buy new ones. I went bed shopping, and actually found a nice single bed. I bought it and they delivered it.  Problem solved. Now to move the computer, and move the computer table out to the shed, so there is room for the new bed. Maddie will get the new bed, and I will sleep in the old one.

While bed shopping I looked at some other cars. That white Mercedes is still my preferred one.
I sometimes get like a huge energy drain. While looking at a used car lot, I got super tired. In seconds. I sat in the beetle and fell asleep. the guy banged on the window asking if I was alright. I was fine then and looked around some more. When shopping the other day I had the same, and I drank 2 red bull in the shop. That helped, but then the caffeine rush stays long after the tired attack stops. I think maybe the low carb diet, or dehydration. But it comes quick, and leaves quick.

I came home and hooked the inverter up to a new circuit breaker in the main electrical box. One less cable across the floor. There just isn't time to do the inverter out put wiring, so I ran the existing wiring up above the cabinets, so it is out of the way, just not real pretty. I also ran out of time for mounting the TV monitor to the wall. It will live on a stack of books for . . . . for probably ever. :-)

Supper is spinach and chicken breast.
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Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Day 75 - Bad News from the Surgeon

08:00
I woke feeling tired. I slept well, but woke tired.

I have a Surgeon appointment scheduled for 12:00.
I have to give blood for the weekly blood test.
I want to install the new grab rails.
I want to bind all the amputation papers into a book like form.
I have to fill out a prosthesis for and get it to the prosthetic guy.
I am out of cash.
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18:00
What a soul sucking day. I am so tired. Tired of chemo, tired of being sick, tired of being stupid, and tired of being tired. It is not just my body, it is my soul that is tired.
Sorry to bitch, but this blog's purpose is for me to express myself and not care what people think.

I could have slept the whole day. Fortunately my solar system is now ignorable. It could be much, much better, but at least it requires no maintenance or supervision.

I left home early in the beetle. I went to an office service to bind the Amputation papers. They did it. Next was to go to a place that helps refit cars for people with amputations. They didn't answer the phone twice, and when I drove there they were closed. They have exceeded their allocated time from me. Now they can go to hell.

I drove then straight to the hospital to eat something and take my morning pills. Usually I cook an egg or fish and broccoli, but I am out of all three, so I had nothing to take pills with.  At the last chemo the oncologist gave me 2 new pills for allergy, and to stop me coughing up white chunks.
I was so stupid this morning. I was angry at me for being stupid. I take 17 pills every morning counting the 2 new ones. I only had 15 this morning. I spent a long time trying to figure out what I was missing. I read each paper that comes with the drugs, and found out that one is supposed to be once a day, and I had been taking it 3 times a day, and another was 3 times a day and I was only taking one a day. But I still only had 15.

At the hospital I asked the waitress to sped up a huge breakfast. He did good, and I ate a large breakfast, and took my 15 pills. Then I went to the Doctor rooms by 11:45. On the way all the pages fell out of my new booklet. Grrr!

My surgeon and his theater nurse were there. We talked about how the dietician was so concerned about an extra egg every morning, and sort of glossed over a leg amputation and cancer. He said that many cancer patient have to deal with people that just don't get what is really happening. Many people try to protect themselves by either ignoring another persons cancer, or by making light of it. This is an attempt to disassociate themselves from their own mortality. I guess he may be right.  She is young, and still has a lot to learn about life.

The surgeon had the new PET scan results. They are magnified and have a tiny millimeter grid on them to tell exact distances. He says they show without doubt that he will not be able to do a below the knee amputation.
He says they had a team of Doctors go over the PET scans again. Now they were not looking for angiosarcom tumors, and whether they had spread, but they were looking for any thing that may be relevant to selecting the proper amputation procedure. Quite different things.
 They found 21 sites they say are cancerous tumors in the leg, and one pre-cancerous high mitotic spot.
 For many years I have had a small mole/wart behind my left knee kind of toward the inside on the thigh. I have shown it to all the Doctors, and they all say it is a wart/mole.  The PET team said they were suspicious because it had high mitotic action. That means the cells are dividing fast. Sort of like cancer, but not being diagnosed as a possible cancer. They then measured closely and found that the mole/wart was not at the exact location of the place with high mitotic action. The mitotic action place is about 2-3mm deeper than the wart/mole.
Here is a picture from Day 40 - Leg Tumors.
The spot on the inside of my left knee was what we thought was my wart/mole. It isn't.
The PET scan Doctors describe it as pre-cancerous activity. Is it from the Angiosarcoma spreading, or a different pre-cancerous tumor? Angiosarcoma will love to grow in any stressed body part. That is why it started in my swollen leg, that had been under stress for 30 years.
So now to be safe, the Surgeon needs a 5cm area around my knee wart/mole removed. This makes an above knee amputation necessary. :-( We talked about doing a biopsy first and then an amputation. He says that even if it not cancer, it is definite pre-cancerous and with known angiosarcoma, he would take the knee anyway.
 So now the amputation will be about 6 inches (15 cm) higher. This will make a prosthesis much more expensive, and less effective. :-(
 He then talked about when we could do the amputation. I asked if it was his child's leg, when would he do the operation. He answered  "Tomorrow, or the next day." We scheduled it for Friday the 23rd at 06:00 . Today is Tuesday the 20th.
He said he had canceled tomorrows chemo, and therefor the blood test was not necessary.
I asked if Maddie being here would be worthwhile since I would be out for a few days. He said that there should be no need for her to be on hand, as I would not even know her for 3 days. He expects the hospital stay to be 4 days. He is guessing I will be released the afternoon of the 27th, or maybe the morning of the 28th.
Always with the tagline "if there are no complications"

So, so much to do.
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22:15
OK ...Maddie will arrive in Johannesburg on Thursday the 22nd at noon. We rented a Hyundai i10 for 8 days. She will collect it from the airport on arrival.
She wants to be here to take me to the hospital on Friday morning. Then for the next 3 days, she can stay with some  of her friends in Pretoria, Or stay in my house. her choice. Then she will bring me home, and we will have the rental car until I can buy a car. The beetle is a wonderful hobby car, but not what I would call "reliable transport". I feel much better about her driving a rental car than the beetle.

I installed all the grab bars. Two to help get up from the toilet, and two in the shower.

I need to somehow arrange for a separate bed for me to sleep in.  We have to be so careful not to bump or hurt the stump while it is healing. The occupational therapist recommends separate beds. So tomorrow I will buy a bed. There is currently no room for another bed. I must remove the TV table, and the computer desk tomorrow.

The guy with the Mercedes I like, sent it for it's pre purchase inspection by a company similar to the AA. For you Americans, the AA is the Automobile Association. In America you add an other A. Our AA is like your AAA.
He will send it to fix the aircon tomorrow.

So much to do, I better go sleep.
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Monday, 19 October 2015

Day 74 - Car shopping.


I slept well with half a sleeping pill. Sort of a normal nights sleep.

My bad leg hurts. About 3 inches (8cm) above the ankle. It never hurts. I did all my exercises and that made no change to the hurt. I need to tell the Doc about that. It feels deep inside, and does not change with pressure, or movement. I am guessing the bone hurts? or maybe just paranoia because i know what is growing in there.

I have a huge list of things to do. I would like to walk, but will probably drive to get more done.

Now my refrigerator and the washing machine are hooked up on the solar system.
 The refrigerator cycles more that I thought it would. It is an old inefficient model. I runs about 8 minutes per hour and draws 160 watts.
My washing machine draws about 85 watts until the spin cycle, then it jumps to over a thousand watts for a few seconds. I started the load at 09:00 and the grid never had to kick in, it was all solar panels and batteries.

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My friend brought by a small machine for finding water pipes and wiring in brick walls. That allows me to drill in the walls without making a big boo boo. Tomorrow I will mount the new grab bars. There are three more to install. One more by the toilet, and 2 in the shower. This morning I tried to get in the shower with out using my left leg. It is very hard to do. How do you get over the lip that is around the shower. A one legged hop onto a wet shower floor seems like a stupid thing to do.
I think crutches to get into and out of the shower will be the way. In the house that Maddie just moved into, there is a small bench that folds out of the wall in the shower. That is what I need. I need to shop for one.

I bought a toilet seat extension. It raises the seat by 4 inches (10 cm). I haven't tried it yet.

I drove and looked a 2 cars for sale. Both late 1990s Mercedes Benz. The 1997 one was sort of gold, but it looked ratty. I never even talked o the guy.
The other one was at a dealer. The price said R59,999 but he said I could have it for R39,999. I told him that on the internet that is the price they quote. He said there had not been much interest in that car. We walked to it. It was jammed in the back of the lot and we couldn't even open the doors. The battery was dead, and we couldn't open the trunk to get to the battery. It has  a very fancy key that sends an infrared signal to the computer. The key also had a dead battery. He sent a guy to clear a way to open the doors, and he sent another guy to the battery shop near by to bring a jumper box. He sent another guy to get a battery for the key. It was like an army on the move.
 One after another they came back, and we got in and started it I tested all the windws, and everything seemed to work. It has manual seats. I had hoped for electric seats.
There are a few things that are not good. But for a 15 year old car it is in pretty good shape. The scary stuff like transmission or engine is unknown. It is slightly high mileage 225,000km. There is no service history, as Mercedes stops recording the history after 150,000kms. IF the engine is good, and IF the transmission is good, then it might be a good deal. I told him I would expect an AA pre-purchase inspection, and I would expect license and registration to be done by him. I also told him I was not happy because there was only one key, so he should look at buying another. The air conditioner only blew hot air. Of course as a used car salesman he replied "Oh it's just low on gas, don't worry about it."


I told him to call when he had a key quote, and could show me the PPI, and the aircon working, and filled with dye to show leaks. He didn't seem happy. I told him that if he did all those things, and came down R5000 on the price, I would test drive it, and if I liked the way it drove, I would buy it and pay for the aircon refill and the key. Then he smiled.

We will see, there are a few more cars for me to look at tomorrow.

The Surgeon called and wants to see me tomorrow, I quickly told him about the leg hurting. I don't think he cared.

I also got a missed call from a lady that does refitting cars for amputees.  I should call her.

At the chemist I met a guy with a prosthesis. We chatted for about 20 minutes. He was in a wheel chair, wearing the prosthesis. I asked why he wasn't walking on it. He says he can, but only for about 50 meters. His car was in the parking lot, so he uses a wheel chair. He was a below the knee left leg. He had a very fancy ankle and foot. He said he got them from the factory near my house. He said that he has been to 3 different prosthesis guys, and the one I have is by far the best.

Tomorrow is grab bar installing, blood test, Doctor appointment, and car shopping.

Another busy day.
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Sunday, 18 October 2015

Day 73 - A Lazy Sunday

I only took a half a sleeping pill last night. That will be the plan tonight also. It was a very normal night, and I got up early feeling refreshed.

The one grab bar by the toilet feels like a good thing. There should be another by the toilet, and a few in the shower. I walked to the mall today. 6.2km. I looked at raised toilet seats, and bought two more grab rails.
I almost bought a raised toilet seat, but wasn't sure if Maddie would want to use one, so I needed one that goes on and off easily. The height worried me, so when back home I stacked books as a test to the same height as the one I think will be best. It is a good height for me. I'll buy it tomorrow.

While walking today, I was thinking how, when I introduce myself and my cancer type at chemo, none of the other cancer patients have ever heard of Angiosarcoma. I would like more people to know about it.

People think that cancer is cancer. Some cancers are trivial and not threatening at all, and some are very aggressive. Angiosarcoma has to be one of the worst.

So here is a short course on cancers, so you can be informed, and inform others.

Difference between sarcoma, and cancer.

Characteristics of Carcinomas
  • Most common cancers in the world
  • Comprise more than 90 percent of all cancers
  • Primarily affect people age 50 or older
  • Spread throughout body through blood and lymph
  • May spread to lymph nodes, lungs and bones
  Carcinomas, originate in epithelial (like the lining of lungs) tissue.
Carcinomas include cancers of the breast, lung, kidney, colon, prostate, stomach and many other soft tissues.


Characteristics of Sarcomas
  • Comprise about only 1 percent of all cancers
  • Affect both young and old people
  • Grow in ball-like masses
  • Spread by satellite nodules
  • May spread to lungs
Sarcomas are a rare form of cancerous tumors of the connective tissues.  Normal connective tissue include, fat, blood vessels, nerves, bones, muscles, deep skin tissues, and cartilage.

 Angiosarcomas - Angiosarcomas represent 1% of all sarcomas. It starts inside the veins. That makes it spread very quickly. One-third of the cases occur on the skin like mine did . Angiosarcoma is a type of Soft Tissue Sarcoma.
According to the National Cancer Institute, there are approximately 11,280 new cases of soft tissue sarcoma in the United States each year and approximately 3,900 people die from it each year.

The most successful treatment for angiosarcoma is amputation of the affected limb. Chemotherapy may be administered if there is metastatic disease. If there is no evidence of metastasis beyond the limb,  chemotherapy may be given anyway due to the possibility of micrometastatic tumors, again like me. Evidence supporting the effectiveness of chemotherapy is, in many cases, unclear due to a wide variety of factors and rarity of angiosarcoma. However, there is some evidence to suggest that drugs such as paclitaxel (what I get), doxorubicin, ifosfamide, and gemcitabine slow tumor activity.

There is also Basil cell and Squamous cell carcinomas, but these grow slowly, and do not metastasize.

When talking with the dietitian, I thought about how I have terminal cancer, and they are chopping my leg off to try to slow it down, and she thinks I should eat another egg for breakfast. She doesn't see the elephant in the room.

I managed to hook up my refrigerator and washing machine to the solar inverter. I'll do laundry in the morning after the sun starts shining.





Saturday, 17 October 2015

Day 72 - Long blog. Amputation Team Talks

07:35
I slept well, and and up by 7. I need to eat something and take all my pills. I should be doing my exercises. I had sciatica this morning. First time in a long time. I blame the position I was in when I fell asleep on the bed yesterday after the doctors appointments.
 I have an exercise sheet by the physiotherapist and should be doing those now.
My back needs care. A bad back and losing a leg could be a bad combination.
I wanted to install my new solar inverter today, but first need to rewire my solar panels and batteries.
I just tried to get up from the toilet, not using my left leg. No way.
I want to write all about the conversations with the amputation people yesterday.
It is cold this morning, and have on a track suit.
 The place where I live is 40 sq/ms. (360 sq/ft). That is about the size of Maddie's bedroom where she stays now. I need to make more room somehow.
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18:00
I'm tired and it will be an early night.

I managed to install a grab rail by the toilet. It is strong, but two are needed. Just one grab rail, on one side only, is not ideal. Getting up using only the one leg is possible, but not easy. I'll install another grab rail tomorrow.

My new solar inverter installed and working. At least I think it is working. I had to rewire the panels and batteries in series instead of parallel, because the new system is 24 volts instead of 12 volts.
A few minutes ago, the solar panels were supplying the house, even though the sun was almost set. Then I turned on the computers and fans. The solar panels could not handle that load. The box switched to the batteries and they came online via the inverter. But they have not been on charge all day, so they soon complained, and the box switched over to the grid. The lights never even flickered or blinked. Solar continued to charge the batteries while the grid supplied the house. Then the sun set, and the grid started charging the batteries as well as the house. Tomorrow will tell the whole story when the  sun comes up onto the panels.

There are numerous advantages to having a planned amputation. The prosthesis guy said the main reason more above knee amputation people don't use prosthesis (only 20% do) is because a prosthesis requires muscles that they had never used. The first experiences are not pleasant or productive. Hamstrings and quadriceps are no longer hooked to anything that moves, so they do nothing. Many people keep trying to use them, and that is frustrating. The muscle that moves the prosthesis forward are your hip flexors, and the glutamus move the leg backwards. With advanced notice, like I have, I can work on strengthening those muscles before the operation.

Yesterday I had 5 interviews. The surgeon was in surgery, but left a message that he still didn't yet have the new PET scan pictures.

1. Dietitian - I told her my full story from scorpion to now. She listened, and wrote down everything about my eating.  She looked at all my blood test results. Bottom line was she wants me to eat more eggs and protein. Sort of a waste of time talking to her. Maddie has been telling me to eat more protein for months.

2. Psychologist - Again, the full story from scorpion to now. She said that I seemed to have the right attitude, and the right amount of anger and the right amount of sadness. I told her that the thing that bothers me most, is that even getting through all the amputation palaver, I still have Angiosarcoma. The whole leg thing is almost trivial compared to the Angiosarcoma.
 If there was no Angiosarcoma at all, and I still had to lose the leg, I would tell them to take the leg, let me heal, give me a prosthesis, and get out of my way, because I have a life to live. The Angiosarcoma is the elephant in the room whenever I talk to these amputation people.

3. Pysiotherapist - She will be in charge of my exercises, and getting me ready after the amputation. She then sort of passes me off to the next lady.

4. Occupational Therapist - This seems to be the person I will have most contact with after surgery. She teaches the new life. From toilet use, crutches, wheel chair, driving, and to using the prosthesis. She says she works very close with the prosthesis guys. They handle the mechanics, and she handles the skills.  She said that some times the two groups overlap and I may feel like I don't know who to talk to. In that case I should talk to both.
She gave me a list of stuff I should do now.
  Think about a different car. One that has an automatic transmission should be all I need, since it is my left leg that will be amputated.
 She advised that I now try many daily tasks using only my right leg.
 She advised I get a toilet seat extension to raise up the seat.
 She suggested grab bars for the toilet, and the shower. Also non slip strips on the shower floor, and a shower chair.
I tried some things today with only the right leg. It is very hard.  I absolutely cannot get up from the toilet with just the one leg.
I tried to get to some boxes in the shed. I couldn't move the tool box. I couldn't move the ladder. With two legs, I can do all those with a cup of coffee in my hand. With one leg I could do nothing, even with both hands.
She said I will get tired of her talking about COB. Center Of Balance. So many people start moving around after an amputation by hopping, or using crutches like three legs. She says if I want to learn the prosthesis soonest, I will use a walker more than crutches, and almost never a wheel chair, and use the good leg to take half of my weight, never all of it. So when I get a prosthesis I will automatically put half my weight on it, and half on the good leg. If I do that then I am 90% of the way to independence with the prosthesis.
 I will surely listen to this lady. She talks sense.

5. Prosthesis guy - Cool dude. Passionate about prosthesis technology. We chatted a long time. He was there with his assistant.
First thing he asked was which Medical Aid I am on. I told him Discovery Classic Priority. He and the assistant smiled. He says I am on a very prosthetic friendly plan. This plan even has a yearly maintenance and upgrade payment for prosthesis. Discovery says that proper full time use of a prosthesis actually lowers overall health costs. They say that if you actually use the prosthesis, then you will want a better one every year.
He explained that modern prosthesis are modular. I will have a socket, knee, shaft, ankle, and foot. Cheaper feet don't have ankles.
Medical Aid will not pay for the best in each. They pay for just below average. He says that the stump socket is by far the most important. If it fits poorly, or causes pain, then all the other fancy stuff is useless. He will spend all the money from the medical aid that is necessary on the socket, then we will use the money left over for the other things.
He explained how a golf leg is useless for walking, and a walking leg is useless for sports. He has one customer that does roofing. He says he can build a leg to do anything, but nobody can build a leg for everything.
After talking to me, he was happy to say that an unlimited walking prosthesis is one of the cheapest. He said that a good foot is more important than a good knee for unlimited walking. He has one customer that had an above the knee amputation that just hiked the Fish River Canyon. That is a 90 km, 6 day, sandy, and rocky, carry all your own food and camping gear hike.
 He said just be glad I don't play squash. That is big bucks.
 He said they have loaner knees and feet. If I come past the factory, they will be able to loan a different foot or knee for me to test. I asked where the factory is. What luck. It is about 1km from my house. He laughed and said he expects to see me every few weeks to try some different knee or foot. They keep about 15 different knees in stock for tryouts, and about 10 different feet. I can see me there every week to try something different. It takes about 15 minutes to change a knee or foot.
I am excited, but then I remember, that there is still that elephant in the room.
He said he was thrilled that I am a computer, Arduino, aircraft mechanic kind of guy. He says that is good because there is nothing that will be magic or complex about the prosthesis. I'll also be able to trouble shoot 99% of it by myself.
I asked him how long it would be after the operation before I could get a prosthesis. He said his quickest customer walked without a cane or crutches after 15 days. The average is 3 months, and if there are any complications, it can take years.
He said I will be much better prepared because I know what is happening. Most people wake up without a leg after an auto accident. They have a long way before they are ready.
I asked why there is only a 50% survival rate after 12 months from through-knee amputations.
And there was the elephant!
 In a trauma accident amputation they usually can't do a through-knee amputation.  Only with a planned amputation, is through-knee most common, and therefore, there is some underlying reason or disease to do something so dramatic as a leg amputation. Most planned through-knee amputations are done on very sick people.
 I asked what I could do to ensure a quick and successful transition to the prosthesis. He said that I have the right mental attitude, motivation, and good physical strength. He said to do all the exercises the occupational therapist says.
He says the biggest delay to getting a healthy stump, is falling. He say a large portion of his clients do something like jump out of bed to go pee and forget they have lost the leg, and fall on the stump. This causes trauma to a delicate, healing stump. A fall can delay the prosthetic process by months. He says the occupational therapist will suggest things like sides to the bed, and maybe even tying yourself when sitting, so you can't move out of a chair till you untie your self, or other tricks like that.

Wow this was a long blog.
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Friday, 16 October 2015

Day 71 - Four Doctor appointments today

02:21
I slept very well from about 22:30 till now. Now I am awake. I just made some hot milk Horlicks.

In South Africa there are 3 different types of hot milk drinks. Milo, Hot Chocolate, and Horlicks. Horlicks is usually for bed time, and Milo is for morning, and hot chocolate is for getting fat :-)

Tomorrow at noon I have 4 doctor appointments.
12:00 with a shrink. This is required by medical aid to see if I truley understand whats happening to me.
12:30 with a physio guy.
13:00 with a prosthesis guy.
13:30 with the surgeon to book the surgery.

I was thinking about talking with the shrink. I should just have her read my blog. I have told all and not held back. Probably it would show a more reliable indicator of my "state of mind" than a chat with a stranger. The physio guy will be not so productive. The physio for my back helped about 1/10th as much as a biokinetisist did.  Physio is a good thing to help learn to walk without a leg. I'll do it, and it will help during the recovery phase.

 Talking to the prosthesis guy will be the highlight. Can I build one myself? I bet with a 3D  printer, and an Arduino I could build a pretty good prosthesis. I have also done fiberglass molding.
I was thinking that if you made a hinge knee, with like a brake pad on the hinge shaft, so that when pressure was put on the artificial heal, it was like applying the brakes on a car or bicycle, and the rocking of the foot forward as you walk, the toe push off, would release the brake. That would allow a stiff leg when putting weight on it, and a floppy leg with no weight on it. By varying the amount of friction, I could control the rate of the leg swinging forward. With proper geometry, or using a small olio strut, the removal of weight for the swing forward could also make the leg a bit shorter to swing forward unobstructed. This is all simple to build and design. I have over hauled many olio struts on aircraft, and made a few tight fitting fiberglass molds, like for the socket to fit the stump. The brake system could be a simple hydraulic brake like a bicycle, or maybe just a push rod.

I have read a lot about the through-knee operations, and recovery from them. The statistics don't look good. Only about 20% of the people ever succeed in using a prosthesis. Only 50% live for 12 months or longer. It is not a trivial operation. Add Angiosarcoma to that, and I think I am a "Dead Man Walking"......well sort of walking.
  Not even a good movie type of stroll with a priest to the gas chamber.  More like clumping with crutches, or in a wheel chair. "Dead Man Rolling" may be a better phrase.

I only have till the operation to get my solar system working the way I want for the long term future. I can't see me walking around on the roof for awhile. Like maybe never again! I had my friend order a solar box. It is an MPPT solar charge controller,  a house UPS, a battery charger, a 2400watt pure sign wave inverter, and a computerized relay to control whether the batteries are charged with solar or off the grid.  I could use it with the system I have now, but would be much better with more solar panels, and nice solar batteries. If I had a kilowatt more of panels and 2 x 105AH batteries, I could run my microwave, kettle, refrigerator, washing machine, and the geyser (hot water heater) Of course only one at a time. But that would be 100% off grid living.
As a practical investment, not such a good idea. Return on that investment would take 7 to 9 years.

My Fantasy Football team is now in 3rd place. Three wins in a row. I missed the first two games with the strong chemo. Now I am ready to kick ass for game 6.

I am glad I don't have to read these blogs, just write them. I have the easier job.
It is 04:17, let me try sleep again.
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21:00
A very long day, and I am tired.
I had a talk with the team that will do the amputation.
Over all it was an informative day. Way to much to tell now, as I am very tired.

I did not get to see the surgeon. He was in surgery. He will call on Monday.

My friend brought by a solar inverter I ordered. He picked it up for me. I hope that is my weekend project.

I'll explain all about my talks with the team in tomorrows blog. For now good night.
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Thursday, 15 October 2015

Day 70 - Bad chemo reactions

Whew...This chemo was a bad one. Some seem worse. I am sure dosages have a lot to do with it, but there must be other factors. I slept 14 hours, and need a nap.

Yesterdays dosages were:

I just tried to find the paper the chemo lady gave showing all doses that she gave yesterday. I had asked her for it.
In my file folder where all cancer papers are located the little tabs showing contents of each section were all missing. So I needed to make some. I couldn't find scissors. So I used my hair cutting ones, then I needed paper, but wanted coffee first.
  So I made coffee. Then needed a spoon to stir it. (I never stir coffee, as I drink it black) I looked on the silverware rack for a spoon, in the sink, and in the drying rack. No spoons at all, every spoon in the house had disappeared. I looked by the computer, in the drawers, and all over the tables. No spoons. So I used a fork.
After, I went to wash off the fork, and found 3 spoons in the sink. When I put the fork in the drying rack I found 3 more spoons. Then I remembered the silverware rack, and there were 3 spoons.  My brain had falsely remembered that I needed a spoon, but had forgot what a spoon looked like.
I took my coffee and paper and scissors to the table to make tabs for my folder, and saw that there were already well labeled tabs on each section of the folder.
  Now I ask you a question. Would you want to live in a world, where your brain worked like that?  Or is it time for the next great adventure?  I worry that the next life will be even worse than this one, so I am not yet ready to risk going there.
 A WhatsApp from Maddie reminded me that this is just chemo brain, and I should go nap.
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13:00
After nap
I was going to delete the previous part of this blog, as it is just a stupid thing to write about. I decided to leave it as it was my true thoughts at the time.

 It is such a beautiful day out clear, sunny, with a light breeze. I am still inside, with the alarm still set, and in my underwear. Angiosarcoma and chemo have robbed me of this beautiful day. That is so sad.

Yesterday's doses were:
Paclitaxel      - 132mg   -  Main Cancer fighter
Dexona         - 4mg       -  dexamethasone is a  corticosteroids. It  reduces inflammation and other allergic reactions.
Onicit            - .25mg   - used in the prevention and treatment of chemotherapy-induced nausea and vomiting.
Cimetidine    - 200mg  - used to treat ulcers, gastroesophageal reflux disease, and heartburn 
Zofer             - 4mg      - prevents nausea after chemo. Taken with the Onicit.

So I had three small bags before the main chemo. The lady puts in the correct dosages, then fills the bags with saline solution. I feel nothing from these. After those, she gives the Paclitaxel. That is the bad stuff.

I have such a long list of things I want to do today.
Find and buy a car,
Set up an IPv6 tunnel,
Buy a new inverter for my solar system,

But maybe a short nap, then a short walk.
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18:00
I just got home. I think walking helps move the chemo out of the system, or at least move it around. So with a tired body I started walking to the Chinese mall about 4 km away. After about a 1km I realized that was not going to happen, so I diverted to another closer mall.  I bought some fish on special and walked back. 5 km total. I am very tired. I can walk 5 km on a leg that must come off? Where is the rectitude in that?   FUAS.  Such a shame.
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Wednesday, 14 October 2015

Maddie - First post on Dan's Blog.

I'm Maddie, Dan's girlfriend. I stay in George, Southern Cape, South Africa.

My plan is to fly up to Johannesburg, two days before Dan's amputation, to support and care for him the best I can.  I'm not a nurse, but I'm prepared and willing to be my dear friend's caregiver.

As his caregiver, I see my role as follows:
- be a good listener, when he needs to talk.
- drive him to the hospital, doctor's and physio appointments.
- prepare him nutritious meals and make super healthy smoothies.
- do his shopping and laundry.
- write his blog on his behalf, when he's not able to.
- lift his spirit and be medicine for his soul.

I care deeply for my friend.  I realize the future challenges awaiting him, but I've got confidence in him.  He's a survivor through and through and will get through this difficult time with courage and strong willpower.

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Day 69 - 6th Chemo Day

Last night, Maddie and I had a long phone chat about the upcoming amputation. She will fly here a few days before, and nurse me. :-) She isn't a trained health care person, but she is great for the soul. Right now my soul needs as much care as my body does. It will be good to see her again, but I fear it will strain our relationship, as I am not a good person lately. If I don't like me, how can someone else?

A good friend dropped by last night on his way home from work, and we talked computers for a few hours. It is good to think about other things for a short while. But Angiosarcoma is still the predominant theme running through my mind.
We were talking about an IPv6 Firewall on a VPS that was misbehaving. It sure looked like it was configured properly. While discussing it, my mind would drift to other things, like will I be able to talk with him in a year, will VPS Firewalls be the last thing on my mind in a year. Aren't things like the lizard population in my back yard actually more important to this world that VPS firewalls? And what about amputations and artificial knee joints. How would the knee joint communicate with the ankle joint.Some of the artificial legs use high speed serial protocols, but most prosthesis are low tech rods and cables, even the ones that are called state of the art. "State of the art" in prosthesis is not very high tech compared with something that can be mass produced like your home WiFi router......Oh.... IPv6.....And my mind returns to my buddy talking.
It feels like chemo brain, but I have been chemo free for days now. I think it would probably take weeks to rid myself of the effects of chemo.

After he left, I took a sleeping pill and that gave me a good nights sleep. The best in weeks.

Today is chemo day. So in a few hours, I will be considering petting the dog, as a high tech procedure, that will require a lot of concentration to do properly. I hate stupid people. In a few hours I will be one. :-(

It is a cloudy day. My solar system is only giving me 2.4 amps. Yesterday it was around 10.4 by this time. I am going to admit defeat and switch the house to the grid. The solar won't even keep my laptop running. I do have the WiFi router running on the solar system. It only draws .7 amps.

I really want to be hooking up an IPv6 tunnel to the USA high speed internet backbone.  But I think I will eat some steamed broccoli for breakfast instead. I also need to start a load of laundry.
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22:00
I better be quick, I took a sleeping pill 25 minutes ago.

Chemo was chemo. I passed out in the chair, and the lady woke me up and said that she pulled the IV out 20 minutes ago, and they have cleaned everywhere, and want to go home. I've never been kicked out of Chemo facility before. It must be a first. Usually people zoom out of that place. :-)
I was very careful on the drive home. I should not have been driving. I stopped in a petrol station near the hospital and really thought about calling a taxi. But I just drive home. I'm glad I did.

I have started shopping for a car with an automatic transmission. It sure looks like a 1995-ish E220 Mercedes-Benz is about what I will be buying. Most are between R20,000 - R40,000. ( US$1500 and US$3000) A real petrol hog, but I usually only drive about 100 km/month so petrol is not that big a consideration when compared with ease of entry, initial cost and safety. Maintenance will be high, but only if it is things that "need" fixing, and not just squeaks and groans. It will only be a community car and will seldom go 100km/hr, or travel more that 10 km. I need to do this purchase soon, as I would much rather Maddie be driving around in a Mercedes that a beetle. I'm sure she would also. :-)

I had a long talk with the oncologist. She will go visit the surgeon and chat with him. Their offices are very close in the same complex.
I told her that I may have surgery next week, and she said she didn't think so.
 The surgeon will want a week to 10 days for the white blood cell count to raise up a bit before any surgery, so he will probably cancel chemo for a week or two before surgery. Since the surgeon was very specific that we don't stop chemo, and don't lower the dosage for this week, he must think surgery will only be after 10 day to 2 weeks from now.

Maddie and I just talked. I have made her a contributing editor of my blog. So if I can not write for the day, she can tell people what is happening with me on the blog. She will be able to write her own blog on Kgwedi's Cancer blog site.
I hope we don't screw that up. :-)
It would be easy for one of us to write something, then the other correct a spelling mistake and wipe out what the other has written. We need to be careful.

I'm am drowsy. Heading for bed.
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Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Day 68 - Amputations 101

I got up early after a poor nights sleep. I was wide awake when the alarm went off.

Right in front of my house is a road that is only open for a few hours a day. It is used to relieve the main road which is nearby of rush hour traffic. I know that at 07:30 the road is like a parking lot, so I wanted to leave early and be at the hospital by 06:30 and have a leisurely breakfast.

 My appointment with the orthopedic surgeon was for 08:30. I was in the waiting room by 8, with all papers filled out.

The surgeon is Phillip. Nice guy. His sister lives in Houston Texas.

He looked at all my papers and pictures. We chatted a lot about my leg,
and the cancer growing in it.

We talked about the chemo. He said that Chemo can stop Angiosarcoma tumors from growing larger, but is not very good at killing the tumors. No matter how much chemo I get, the 5cm around each tumor still needs to be removed. Even if the chemo makes the tumors smaller, it will not reduce the distance that the cancer has already spread.

This type of cancer both spreads to surrounding tissue, but also metastasizes to far parts of the body.

While he was poking around, I was surprised to feel pain in quite a few spots, deep in the leg. I had never noticed that before. He did accurate measurements of the extent of the cancer tumors according to the PET scan.  He is going to ask the PET scan people to redo the photos with accurate measurement on each picture.

He agreed that the removal of all tumors and surrounding tissue will result in very little skin or muscle left between the knee and the ankle. It would make the leg useless, and very infection prone, even with a skin graft.

 There is a good chance that some of the cancer seeds have already spread throughout my body, but if the leg is left as is there will be thousands more of the "seeds" spread from the tumors, via the blood, to all parts of the body. So if there are like, only 5 seeds that have spread, those will be tumors that we will have to fight in future. If we leave the leg as is, there might be thousands of tumors to fight in future. Amputation is the only option, and therefore by definition, not an option, but a necessity.

He then mentioned that removing the leg may extend my life by years, but it does not change the diagnosis of Angiosarcoma.

He showed how much of the lower leg he needs to leave in order to be able to form a stump. I had sort of resigned myself to walking like Oscar Pistorius. Then he showed how much he would have to remove to get all the cancer. He will have to remove more leg than will allow a stump to mount a prosthesis on. That was bad news.

A lower leg prosthesis would cost about $50,000 USD for a good one that would allow unlimited walking. Now he was telling me that I did not even have that option.

The above the knee amputations mean that the prosthesis will require a knee joint. A good knee joint costs about $40,000 USD. That means that a good above-the-knee prosthesis will cost the current value of my house. I asked how much Medical Aid would pay. More bad news.

He then said that Medical Aid probably wouldn't pay for any prosthesis, even a below-the-knee one. They only pay for prosthesis if there may be future health complication by not having one. If a young guy has a trauma and the leg gets amputated, then the possibility of future complications becomes a concern to the Medical Aid. With a prosthesis he will less likely to develop back problems and obesity problems. He must still be employable to pay the Medical Aid premiums.

He also said that Medical Aid would probably not consider paying for a prosthesis for somebody with Angiosarcoma, because they would see it as a waste of time. In my case, lack of a prosthesis will have little effect on my long term health. His opinion is that Medical Aid will only pay for a wheel chair or crutches.

Then more bad news. Because Medical Aid would not pay for a prosthesis, there was no need to pay for the surgery required to be able to mount a prosthesis onto. Medical Aid would probably only pay for a through-knee amputation.

Amputation at the knee joint means that no thigh muscles or bones are cut. It leaves the femur 100% intact, and usually leaves the knee cap. This reduces the hospital time significantly because the healing is only the skin wounds and sutures. Unfortunately mounting a prosthesis on the old knee joint is hard to do.

The through-knee stump is not padded with muscle, only skin at the bottom of the femur. Also it is not tapered to allow a prosthesis stump socket. If a socket can be made, it will mean that the new artificial knee joint is a few inches below the real knee. Then both legs have knee joints in different places. This makes walking difficult, even with an expensive prosthesis.

There are more through-knee amputations now days. They are cheaper, and heal much quicker. Because of this, they are developing new ways to fit prosthesis for through-knee stumps. There are now web sites that promote through-knee amputations.  That money saving can be spent on a better prosthesis.

We both agreed that removing all known cancer is the main goal. The secondary goal is life style.

So on Friday I have 4 appointments. One with a psychologist, and one with a physiotherapist. Both are required by Medical Aid. Then another with the prosthetic guy to get actual numbers, options, and actual Medical Aid info. Then with the surgeon, to book surgery.

 They wanted to do the appointments tomorrow or Thursday. But tomorrow is chemo day, and I will probably sleep for a few days. I hope by Friday I will be able to drive there, and more important, to think well.

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