surgery, list of meds

Justin: A few days ago Mom went to see another doctor to readdress the idea of removal of her lung and tumour.  The doctor said it would not be necessary or beneficial because the cancer had spread to her lymph nodes.  But he also said that the cancer was “extremely slow” in its growth.  Mom & Floyd were quite relieved to hear that.

The doctor also put Mom on a painkiller for her arm.  She’d thought it was the same type of pain she’d experienced years ago, an on-and-off-again problem in her right arm making it hard to lift things and to, oddly enough, move from above her head to down by her side.  (Lifting her arm wasn’t a problem – just putting it back down again was.)  It often gives her pain while just sitting doing nothing.  Apparently, though, it is caused by the tumour in her lung pressing against nerves.  “I’ll take care of that,” the doctor said confidently.  He prescribed Morphine.  However, the medication is too strong, and after one attempt Mom doesn’t want to continue it.

I just learned, upon talking with Mom, that she has four new kinds of medicine.

Morphine Sulf 5mg (Tx# 71601809) ½ table as needed (Dr. A Shukkoor Annavuka)

Metoclopramide HCL 10mg (Tx# 12434915) 1 tablet per 4 hrs as needed (Dr. Annavuka)

Pantoprazole EC 40mg (Tx# 12434913) 1 tablet per day (Dr. Annavuka)

Dexamethasone 4mg (Tx# 12434912) 1 tablet per day (Dr. Annavuka)

jewelry box

Justin: The past couple of days Mom has been going through her jewelry box to decide who she’s like to distribute all her pieces to.

outdid herself

Justin: Mom outdid herself this afternoon.  She really wanted to make lunch today for the Halls (good friends) rather than going out for lunch.  Lunch began at 12:00, and then 3-4 hours of card playing followed.  Company left at 7:00.  By the time I got home, about 9:00, she’d been sleeping for a couple hours.  Finally at 10:30 Floyd and I tried to coax her into bed.  It took 30 minutes.  She gave me quite a start:  Floyd tried to wake her up, but there was nothing.  I thought to myself, “OMG, this is not good.” Finally she did, but she could barely wake up and absolutely could not stand or walk to bed. As Floyd commented, “She’s like a rag doll.” I’m sure Mom had the feeling of being woken up in the middle of the night for no reason at all. I have never seen her this weak. We are hoping it is all part of the recovery process.