Last post I neglected to tell you the gory weight details. If you return to the very first of these posts you will note I put my weight out each post so I (we) could determine progress. I think I started treatment for my cancer in Oct 2011, I was 232 lbs. At that point I was worried about losing too much weight during the chemo. Well, that didn't happen. Not quite sure where I ended up (238 lbs?) and I have not seen 232 lbs since. But it has always been my implicit initial goal, to recover that weight. I got as high as 252 or so, and then I have been working to bring that down slowly. (I lost the records from my old phone when I upgraded to the new iphone 6.)
The records I do have show me at 245 in May 2015 dropping gradually to 237 May 12, 2016--about 8 lbs lighter than the previous May. (Until I started this a moment ago, I didn't realize that I had a year's data in here.) I weigh at the same time of day each instance, about every two weeks on a Weight Watchers' scale. Imagine my horror when 12 days later I am a whopping 249. One week after that (May 31, yesterday) I was 262! So, I have risen 25 lbs in 19 days. Surely, cause for concern.
These data attracted the attention of my Internist with whom I visited last evening to be prescribed the famous, lasix, or some cheap version thereof. It did start the process as several, normal whizzes occurred after I took a pill. But today they have subsided, so it is not like just opening a door permanently, this will require the whole prescription. But even that little bit shows a teeny bit of skin definition where there was none the day before, eg ankles. Still morbid however. I am to weigh every day. Lasix is good for the edema produced by congestive heart failure, kidney failure.
About the causes of the edema, see below, but before that, I am scheduled for Sat June 4 for sleep studies in the lab at the hospital. I hope I can get enough hours that they can get the required data. Appropos that: I believe the trazodone is beginning to work as I had several good hours last night. None of the bliss yet, however, of sleeping a full 8 hrs without rising. I was there before the damn pneumonias started in 2015, maybe never to return?
The Internist wants to get me with the Cardologist sooner than June 10. I think, he thinks, though the office data don't support it, that my heart function is in some jeopardy (congestive heart failure?). He reiterated the possibility of a pace maker. Hopefully, there is no rush to judgment while some of the other stuff works out. But the chicken and the eggs are all in this together! I know that a few good nights' sleeps will give me some perspective.
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