At last, a plan!

I haven’t written anything over the last couple weeks, because unfortunately there wasn’t anything to write about. The decision to move forward with surgery was made literally the last day before my surgeon went on vacation for 2 weeks. I pretty much spent the last 2 weeks twiddling my thumbs waiting for him to come back so we can finally DO SOMETHING. I already know from unfortunate experience that this is the ABSOLUTE WORST time of year to have any sort of medical issue, but this seems a bit excessive. I’m strongly considering just skipping December entirely going forward. This is NOT my time of year.
 
Of course, while waiting I’ve still been on IV antibiotics, because at the very least they’re preventing things from getting worse. But we’ve also been on pins and needles, because I have a habit of not waiting for outpatient appointments and ending up in the ER instead. We thought the time had come Friday night when I suddenly coughed up a blood clot. Pre-transplant I coughed up far greater amounts of blood on a fairly regular basis, and one little clot would have been nothing, but aside from when I’m recovering from bronchoscopies I haven’t coughed up blood a single time since transplant. I had no clue how significant one random clot was, and our stress level was not helped by the fact that for some reason it took over an hour and a half to get the after-hours transplant doctor on the phone. Thankfully, she said that as long as I didn’t cough up anything more significant, I did NOT have to go to the ER and we could just continue to monitor the situation. Whew!
 
Which brings us to yesterday, and my long-awaited consult with the thoracic surgeon.
 
Surgery is officially a go. It’s currently scheduled for the 29th, with a slim chance of possibly getting me onto the schedule next week. Finally getting this show on the road is definitely good news. The surgeon is also confident that during the procedure he will be able to find and remove the suture that we assume is in there harboring these infections, so that’s more good news.
 
The not good news is that the surgery sounds intense. He’s expecting a 3-4" incision, and they have to pull my ribs apart to get into my chest cavity. I will likely be hospitalized for at least 2-5 days afterwards and will have large chest tubes draining fluid from my chest just like I did after transplant. Once those are gone I will probably go home with a smaller device called a JP drain that will continue draining the fluids for the next few weeks. On the plus side, he does NOT think I’ll need a wound vac this time. Risks include potentially spilling the currently contained infection into my chest cavity, and possibly causing injury to my lung if the abscess is really stuck to it.
 
The even more upsetting news is that he expects me to be on IV antibiotics for 6 more weeks after surgery, on top of the weeks I've already done. I just finished 7 weeks and am moving into week number 8, and it might be 3 more weeks until I even get to the surgery. I am SO OVER these IV antibiotics!
 
And the potentially worst news is that if they find any infection in my bones, they may have to remove a small piece of my rib. The piece in question is right next to my scapula (aka shoulder blade), and apparently if you leave a gap there the scapula can kind of fall into it. Normally they put some sort of mesh in to prevent that from happening, but in my case they can't do that because I have a nasty infection in there, and infections love to attach themselves to things like that. We’re pretty sure a leftover transplant suture that didn’t dissolve is the source of my current infection, and the last thing we want to do is give it a new home. So if they remove bone I may have my scapula randomly falling into the gap for the rest of my life. Supposedly you can fix it easily by changing position, but it sounds like it hurts. So that's not great. Buuut they may not find any bone infection, in which case they can leave my ribs alone. Here's hoping!
 
So it’s still NOT cancer, and it’s NOT a double lung transplant, but it is A LOT to deal with on top of everything I’ve already been dealing with. Katherine and I are utterly exhausted, and I’m REALLY not looking forward to yet another painful surgery and lengthy recovery. But I’m also relieved to finally be moving forward towards a solution. And hopefully, someday, eventually I will FINALLY see the end of the current long round of medical drama!

Slight bump in the road

Of course things couldn’t just go smoothly, that would be BORING, and we all know that’s not how I roll.
 
To be fair, as complications go this one is more of an annoyance, and it’s not a completely unexpected one. In my last update I mentioned that they gave me a midline instead of a PICC line, because they initially didn’t realize I had an abscess and thought a 2 week course would be sufficient. In a not-completely-surprising turn of events, yesterday after exactly 2 weeks the midline decided to break. The unexpected part is HOW it broke. It flushes fine, but when I try to do an infusion it will only run if I hold my arm at a VERY specific angle. I had a dressing change the day it went wonky, so presumably something got jostled and now the end is blocked JUST enough to prevent a gravity drip. Holding my arm in one position wouldn’t be a problem if my infusion only lasted half an hour, but keeping your arm elevated and still for 3 hours straight, 3 times a day, is a bit much. Fortunately Interventional Radiology was able to get me in for an appointment tomorrow morning, so I’ll be ditching the midline and replacing it with a shiny new PICC, that hopefully will behave itself and NOT give me a blood clot this time around.
 
There has also been a slight change of plans regarding my treatment plan. Initially they wanted to drain the abscess, but Interventional Radiology said that it’s too small and in too difficult of a location, and that the slight potential benefit wouldn’t be worth it. The thoracic surgeon and my transplant doctor also consulted with my transplant surgeon, and they agreed that going in surgically wasn’t a great idea right now, as it would be a very painful and invasive procedure. And as my NP pointed out, surgeons like doing surgery, so if a surgeon tells you not to do surgery then you’re probably better off listening to them. So instead we’re just going ahead with 4 weeks of IV antibiotics, and then doing another MRI to see what kind of impact that had. Hopefully things will improve enough that I won’t need surgery, though I won’t be the least bit surprised if they end up extending the antibiotics beyond 4 weeks. I still have 2 weeks to go, so here's hoping the antibiotic is doing its job!
 
The last 2 weeks have been utterly exhausting, as we expected. Fetroja has a brutal infusion schedule, especially when you factor in the lack of a pump and the need to change the bag halfway through the 3 hour infusion. Adding a malfunctioning midline to the mix really seems pretty unnecessary! But despite everything, I somehow managed to cook a ridiculous amount of delicious food for Thanksgiving, AND I was able to slightly adjust my infusion schedule so that we could join my mom and Frank for Thanksgiving dinner. We’re trying our best to squeeze some good times around the current medical intensity. And as difficult as this whole situation is, we’re still so grateful that it’s NOT cancer, and that makes things slightly more bearable.
 
I did talk to my team about my concern that IV antibiotics alone won’t be enough, as we’ve already treated abscesses previously with IV antibiotics AND surgery only for them to return. It sounds like the long-term plan is bacteriophage therapy, but that takes time to set up, so we’re hoping the IV antibiotics will be enough to buy some time while we work on that. I’m 99.9% sure that this round of treatment will not be the end of Nodsferatu, but I can put up with a temporary solution as long as we’re working on something else for the long run. I fully expect to be battling these pseudomonas abscesses for quite some time, but I am hopeful that eventually we WILL find the right treatment combo to finally kick them to the curb!

I don't have cancer!!!

It’s official: I DON’T have cancer!!! My transplant doctor told me Friday afternoon that cancer is now off the table, and Nodsferatu is an abscess! Which is still problematic and needs to be dealt with, but is WAY better than cancer!!!
 
Right now they don’t want to go in and remove it surgically, because they’re afraid of popping it and spreading the infection. The current plan is to drain it and slam it with a long course of IV antibiotics. I assume that I may have a drain in place for some time after the procedure to make sure it empties completely, but that wasn’t actually discussed yet. The procedure also hasn’t been scheduled, but that’s to be expected since they only settled on this plan Friday afternoon. Hopefully I’ll hear from someone early in the week to schedule a date.
 
Right after talking to my transplant doctor I had an appointment with my infectious disease doctor, who helps my various teams figure out the best way to treat my complex, multi-resistant Pseudomonas monster. I talked to her about some of my concerns, such as the fact that we’ve treated my Pseudomonas abscesses with drainage, debridement, and antibiotics before, and they still came back. She agreed that this is a valid concern, and said she is going to explore bacteriophage treatment again in the hopes that it could provide a more permanent solution. She also agreed that it is likely that I have a leftover suture on the left side just like I did on the right side. While we won’t open me up just to look for a suture, if we do end up getting to the point of a surgical intervention, finding and removing that suture will definitely be a priority since it is likely the source of these recurrent infections. She also said that even after this is resolved, we will do maintenance imaging (probably CT scans) on a regular basis to monitor for potential problems and avoid getting caught by surprise again.
 
I also asked about something on the MRI report which seemed to indicate that the infection has created a tract through one of my ribs. During our brief phone call my transplant doctor said that the thoracic surgeon did not see any bone infection, which seemed to be at odds with the MRI report. My infectious disease doctor was also confused about this, and plans to follow up with the radiologist as well as the other doctors involved to confirm whether or not there is bone involvement. Bone infections are even harder to treat than abscesses, and require an even longer course of IV antibiotics. Right now the plan is 4 weeks of IV antibiotics, but if there is bone involvement that will be extended to 6 weeks. Either way I’m in for a long haul, but I already knew that.
 
One other minor issue is that this course of IV antibiotics was planned before we knew that Nodsferatu is an abscess, and was only meant to last 2 weeks to treat the infection that showed up during the biopsy. Due to this they gave me a midline instead of a PICC line. The problem with that is midlines are only meant for short term use, not the 4-6 weeks required for an abscess or bone infection. Right now the plan is to try to use it for as long as it lasts, but I might have to get it replaced with a PICC line later on.
 
It's only day 5 of this round of IV antibiotics, and Katherine and I are already utterly exhausted. Katherine is beyond wonderful and is helping me by running my morning dose so I can get some sleep after staying up past 3am with the late night dose. So I’m staying up late, she’s waking up early, and we’re both napping randomly throughout the day. We pretty much hate this antibiotic because of its grueling schedule, but the only other option is Tobramycin. When the choice is between severe tinnitus and exhaustion, we’ll take exhaustion every time. And at the end of the day we are SO relieved and grateful that I don’t have cancer that it ALMOST makes this process look easy!

Maybe not cancer??

This week brings yet another unexpected twist, but this time hopefully it’s a good one!
 
The thoracic surgeon looked through all my imaging going back YEARS, and discovered that Nodsferatu has actually been there since at least 2021! Back then it was WAY too small to notice, but once you know what to look for you can see a tiny bump on the scans. But the really exciting part is that he looked at the chest MRI taken when I had an abscess back in December, and he thought that Nodsferatu looked like a fluid collection and NOT a tumor! If that’s true, that would mean that Nodsferatu is likely just yet another Pseudomonas abscess, and NOT cancer! In which case instead of putting me through a rigorous surgery and opening my chest to remove it, he MIGHT be able to just drain it and treat the infection with IV antibiotics, which would be MUCH less invasive!
 
This was a very exciting development, but it definitely required more imaging before coming to any conclusions. He ordered a chest MRI, and remarkably I was able to get it done that very same day. And if I’m reading this MRI report correctly, Nodsferatu looks like an abscess!!!
 
Meanwhile my transplant team was already working on getting me setup with home infusion to treat the Pseudomonas infection that showed up in the biopsy. Yesterday I had a midline placed, and today I started IV antibiotics. Unfortunately the antibiotic of choice is Fetroja (aka cefiderocol), which requires 3 hour infusions 3 times a day. To make matters worse, each dose is split into 2 bags, so it has to be changed halfway through. It’s far from our first rodeo with this particular antibiotic, so Katherine and I already know we won’t be getting much sleep for the next few weeks. And abscess treatment usually isn’t a quick process, since there isn’t any blood flow inside an abscess and it takes a while for the antibiotic to penetrate it. We’re not exactly looking forward to getting back on the no-sleep train.
 
HOWEVER, I think I mentioned in a previous update that our bar has been lowered DRAMATICALLY since this whole nodule saga began. A month ago if you had told me that I have YET ANOTHER Pseudomonas abscess that needs to be treated, I probably would have lost my damn mind. But NOW, I will be THRILLED to be told that I only have an abscess and not freaking cancer! It’s amazing how quickly your perspective can change!
 
Even though it’s the much better option by far, Pseudomonas is still one stubborn bastard and is ABSOLUTELY my arch nemesis. So to recognize this, Katherine somehow managed to find the absolute best plushy in existence! Apparently the site that provided the cancer plushy also had another incredibly topical item in their shop. I was SO surprised and laughed SO HARD when she gave it to me! And now whenever Pseudomonas ticks me off, I can just punch it in the face!

Slowly making progress

It’s been a long haul, but I’m finally, slowly, getting somewhere.
 
Katherine and I are utterly exhausted. We haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks, and it is seriously wearing us down. Then of course we’ve had to deal with RSV symptoms on top of that. Katherine says it’s the worst cold she’s ever had. My congestion got pretty rough last week, but thankfully I finally turned the corner over the weekend and seem to be on the mend. We’re very grateful that my symptoms didn’t get out of hand and that I was able to stay out of the hospital. But now there’s the anxious waiting period that comes with any infection, in which we monitor me closely afterwards for any signs of rejection. So far in the last year I’ve managed to make it through 2 viruses without triggering rejection, so here’s hoping virus #3 is the same!
 
Last week I saw the plastic surgeon, who is the doctor in charge of my wound. He said it was healing well, and that it was up to me if I wanted to keep the wound vac or switch to a regular dressing. Well once he gave me the option, you know I jumped at the chance to get rid of the wound vac! Let me tell you, getting rid of that thing was SUCH a relief! I’ve had so much less pain and been so much more comfortable without it. The trade off is that the dressing needs to be changed every day, but the visiting nurses don’t come out that often. And because of the location I can’t see or access the wound to dress it myself. So it’s a good thing that Katherine has become less medically squeamish over the years, because she is now in charge of dressing changes! She has done a great job stepping up to the challenge despite some involuntary horrified facial expressions.
 
I also saw the Infectious Disease doctor last week, who is in charge of my IV antibiotics. She actually was ready to stop the antibiotics last week, but needed to consult with all the other teams who are currently following my case. So that meant coordinating with lung transplant AND the plastic surgeon AND my transplant surgeon who did the surgery. She finally got back to me today, and said I can finish up tomorrow’s doses and then be DONE! Katherine and I are both looking forward to FINALLY being able to get a full night’s sleep without waking up to run an infusion! I won’t be rid of my PICC line quite yet though, as the Infectious Disease doctor wants to wait a week after stopping antibiotics to see how I do before removing it. But I’ll gladly put up with the discomfort of a PICC line as long as I can get some sleep!
 
I still have a ways to go with my wound. The plastic surgeon said that normally he’d expect a wound of this size to take 4-6 weeks to heal, but since I’m immunosuppressed it will likely take longer. I have a follow up appointment in a few weeks to assess the progress. If he feels it’s healing too slowly he will stitch it up, but otherwise we will continue to let it heal on its own. Thankfully the wound really hasn’t been painful since the wound vac came off. In fact the most uncomfortable part is the tape from the dressing. My skin is really sensitive to adhesives, and having dressings taped to my side for the last few weeks hasn’t been doing it any favors. I’m definitely not excited about continuing to torture my skin over the next however many weeks while this heals. We’ve been experimenting with different tapes and bandages, so hopefully we can find something that my skin can tolerate.
 
I feel like I’ve really been through the wringer over the last month, and I still have a ways to go. But thankfully I am finally starting to see the light at the end of this tunnel!

Not just a cold

Well, it’s not just a cold. It’s RSV.
 
My transplant team doesn’t mess around with any signs of infection, so even though my symptoms weren’t too bad to start with, they brought me in for a viral swab on Tuesday. We got the results on Thursday, and it turns out I have RSV. Unfortunately there isn’t much they can do for RSV aside from symptom management. So I’m taking Mucinex, and doing nebulizers twice a day, and trying to stay super hydrated. Normally they would have also given me steroids, but they don’t want to do that since I still have an open wound, and steroids can impede healing. Instead they prescribed an antiviral, which I started yesterday.
 
Things have honestly been pretty pathetic around here. Katherine is also sick, and we assume she also has RSV. She’s been utterly miserable and says it’s the worst cold she’s had in her entire life. My symptoms were more manageable to start with, but over the last few days I’ve had a significant increase in both head and chest congestion. Though I can feel the congestion rattling around in my chest, I’m having a REALLY hard time getting any of it out. I already have trouble clearing congestion due to my airways narrowing post-transplant, and I have a feeling they’re even narrower now thanks to the RSV. It’s pretty uncomfortable, and I had a hard time sleeping last night because I kept feeling like I was choking on mucus. Today has been a little easier, so hopefully I’m past the worst of it. Fortunately I haven’t had any fever and my oxygen levels have remained stable, so maybe I’ll manage to stay out of the hospital and finish weathering it at home.
 
RSV would be a lot even under the best of circumstances. But I’m also dealing with the wound vac and an exhausting infusion schedule. I also have a busy week coming up, with appointments with the plastic surgeon as well as with Infectious Disease. It really is A LOT to deal with all at once, and I’m feeling pretty beat down. I feel like after having a couple years where things were relatively quiet medically, I’m now making up for it all at once! Maybe this week I’ll finally get some answers as to when I can be done with the wound vac and the IV antibiotics and start getting back to some semblance of normalcy!

Keeping busy

It’s so good to be home!
 
What a relief to be out of the hospital! I am GREATLY appreciating my comfy bed, and having access to a kitchen full of food whenever I want, and finally getting some peace and QUIET away from all the noises and interruptions and poking and prodding of the hospital! And, of course, getting to be with my amazing partner, who deals with so much and takes such wonderful care of me! Home is good!
 
That doesn’t exactly mean I’m living my best life here. I still have the wound vac, which is uncomfortable at best and sometimes pretty painful, particularly during dressing changes. My skin can be sensitive to adhesives, and less than 24 hours after the wound vac was put on I actually got a welt from the first dressing they used. The welt is slowly healing, and we’re using a different dressing now that I’m less sensitive to, but my skin still isn’t loving it and I’m often itchy.  Then there’s the dressing changes, during which they remove and replace the sponge packing the wound. This happens at least 3 times a week, and is painful every time. Most of the time I can get by without taking anything stronger than Tylenol, but for dressing changes I take a small dose of oxycodone to make things more comfortable. There’s still no word on how long I’ll have the wound vac, but it will be for at least another week, which is when I have an appointment with the plastic surgeon to assess my progress and see if they’re ready to stitch me up. So far everyone has said that the wound is healing nicely, so I’m hopeful that I won’t need the wound vac much longer!
 
Aside from all that, I’m also on a pretty rigorous infusion schedule. I run my IV antibiotics 3 times a day at 6am, 2pm, and 10pm, and each infusion runs for about 3 hours. To make it more complicated, for some reason the pharmacy isn’t able to fit the full dose into one bag, so halfway through each infusion I need to switch to a 2^nd bag. All that doesn’t exactly leave a lot of time for sleeping. I’m definitely getting much better quality sleep at home than I was in the hospital, but both Katherine and I are still pretty exhausted. Right now they haven’t set an end date for the antibiotic, and are waiting to see how the wound heals. I do have an appointment with Infectious Disease at the end of next week though, so hopefully we’ll have a clearer plan then.
 
I’ve also been kept busy with nursing visits! I have 2 home care agencies following me, one to take care of my infusions and PICC line, and one to take care of the wound vac. I had an infusion appointment the day I came home, and then a wound vac appointment over the weekend. And today was especially busy, because I had both! The infusion nurse came in the morning to draw my weekly labs and change the dressing on my PICC line, and the wound care nurse came in the afternoon to change the dressing on my wound vac. That will be the schedule every Monday for as long as I have both the IVs and the wound vac, and it’s a lot! In addition to that I also have wound vac appointments on Wednesdays and Fridays. Being sick is a lot of work!
 
And because we didn’t have enough going on, Katherine and I came down with colds over the weekend. Katherine is feeling pretty miserable, but thankfully my symptoms aren’t too bad so far. But my transplant team doesn’t mess around when it comes to infections, so tomorrow we need to shlep back into Philly so they can take a viral swab and try to identify what I’ve caught. Planning anything is difficult with my infusion schedule, plus I have to lug the wound vac with me wherever I go, so I’m not exactly looking forward to leaving the house. At least it shouldn’t take long.
 
So that’s the story around here. My days are jam packed with medical shenanigans, and I am TIRED. But I am very, very glad to be dealing with all this from the comfort of my own home!

Still here

Aaand I’m still in the hospital.
 
We finally got the results we were waiting for back this morning, and my immunoglobulin G was indeed low. That meant I needed an infusion of IVIG to bring it back up and help me be more able to fight off infections, including this pseudomonas infection. Unfortunately the infusion takes a few hours, so there was no way we could get it done in time for my visit with home infusion. So I got to spend another day enjoying the amenities of Hotel HUP.
 
On the plus side, they’re running out of reasons to keep me here! The only thing left that could potentially cause a snag is that I need a dressing change tomorrow. I’ll be having home health nurses come out regularly to take care of the wound vac, but they aren’t available until Saturday, and I shouldn’t go that long between dressing changes. So we’re planning on a dressing change tomorrow morning before I’m discharged. This shouldn’t be a problem, but as we’ve already seen, you never know how things will go around here.
 
Hopefully, HOPEFULLY, tomorrow will be snag free, and I will finally be able to go HOME!

Still in the hospital

Well, I’m still in the hospital.
 
They didn’t get the wound vac on until Monday afternoon, which meant it was too late for me to have a visit from home infusion. And then the doctors who did the wound vac didn’t put in the right paperwork, so it took until today to get things set up with the home care company that will be taking care of it (which, by the way, is DIFFERENT from the company who will be responsible for my IV infusions!). AND ALSO my doctor ordered a test to see if I need an IVIG infusion to boost my antibodies and help me fight off this infection, and they still haven’t gotten the results back. So right now we’re planning on discharging me tomorrow, but we also planned on discharging me yesterday and today, so I’m not holding my breath.
 
I’ve actually been pretty out of it the last couple days. Unlike what they initially told me, getting the wound vac HURT. To put it on they first took out the gauze that was packing the wound, and then packed it with a special sponge instead, which was painful by itself. Then they put the wound vac hose over that and secured it with a dressing for a tight seal. And then they turned the wound vac on, which hurt some more. The first day they put it on I ended up taking both oxycodone and Dilaudid, so I was high as a kite and knocked out for the night. I did better today, until they had to change the dressing because my skin was reacting to the adhesive. So that meant taking out the sponge, putting in a new one, and hooking the vac back up –  which was, once again, painful. Today I was able to get by with just oxycodone, but that pretty much left me in a stupor all afternoon. Apparently I’ll be getting dressing changes every other day when I get home, so I’m definitely not looking forward to that. It’s currently unclear how long the vac will be on, since they just have to see how healing progresses. Right now I’m continuously chained to an IV pole, but fortunately the home machine comes with a carry case, so that’ll be a little easier.
 
So now I’m once again dependent on the home infusion company’s schedule to determine whether I can go home tomorrow. They need to know if I’m being discharged by 11am so they can get supplies out to my home for a 2pm nursing visit. Depending on when this last test result comes back, whether or not I need an infusion, and how quickly they can do the infusion if I need it, I MIGHT make it home tomorrow. But if we don’t have an answer by 11am, discharge will be pushed off yet another day. Here’s hoping the last pieces fall into place SOON!

Recovery

Thankfully surgery went well! Much to my surprise my surgeon actually found and removed the suture that could be the source of these infections, so that was great news! I felt pretty rough immediately afterwards, but one dose of oxycodone later I was MUCH better. Things went pretty well most of the day on Friday until they had to mess with the wound. This time they did not stitch it up and instead packed it with gauze, so it was uncomfortable when they unpacked and replaced the gauze. I’ve also been getting eardrops for my ongoing ear issues, which requires laying flat on my side for a while so the drops can go through the ear tube and into my inner ear. Fortunately I don’t have to lay on my surgical site, but even laying on the other side tugs on and exacerbates things. So I’ve been taking oxycodone to deal with that, which means I’ve been sleeping A LOT. Which is one way to pass the time here.
 
The current plan is to put a wound VAC (Vacuum Assisted Closure) on the surgical site, likely on Monday. Apparently that’s a special dressing that’s attached to a pump, which removes pressure from the wound. This helps pull fluid from the wound, pulls the edges of the wound together, and promotes tissue growth to help it close. I’ve never had a wound VAC before, but it’s not supposed to hurt, and I’m able to go home with it. They have different size pumps, some which need to be attached to an IV pole, and some which can be carried around in your pocket. I’m obviously hoping for pocket sized, but I won’t know until it gets here.
 
The other big news is that they found more antibiotics for me! They actually found THREE antibiotics aside from Tobramycin, which is much better than last time! I was actually pretty worried about whether they would find more antibiotics, so that was a HUGE relief. They started me on one before surgery, but it turned out the homecare company couldn’t accommodate that one, so they switched me to another one. And in the end they decided that since my surgeon was able to clean things out so well, I only need one antibiotic this time. The schedule is a little annoying because each dose needs to run for 3 hours, so 3 times a day I’m chained to an IV pole for a while. But I’ve been through way worse infusion schedules that hardly allowed for any sleep, so I’ll take 3 time a day!
 
Now that surgery is done and my antibiotic is settled, we’re just waiting on the wound VAC. Then I’ll be able to finish up however long they want me on the wound VAC and complete the remainder of my 2 week course of IV antibiotics at home. I already met with a nurse from the home infusion company, and they’re ready to go as soon as my team approves discharge. The only catch is that they can only come out to get me started during my afternoon dose, since they can’t really send out a nurse at 6am or 10pm. If my team isn’t ready to discharge me early enough to get home for a 2pm dose, we have to wait until the next day. I highly doubt they’ll be able to pull everything together for a Monday discharge, but hopefully Tuesday will be the day!

The plan of attack

We’re finally getting somewhere!
 
There was some confusion and communication mix-ups trying to coordinate between 2 surgeons, but in the end I’m scheduled for surgery with just my transplant surgeon tomorrow morning. He thinks that there’s a suture from transplant in my chest that has been harboring infection and allowing it to resurface, so he’s going to clean out the infected tissue and try to find and remove the suture. The last time I had these abscesses they also looked for a suture but couldn’t find it, so he plans to go deeper this time. Though I’ll be getting general anesthesia, he expects it to be a quick and easy surgery. And at least this time I’m only getting one side opened up, unlike last time when they had to open up both sides. Hopefully recovery will be a little easier this time.
 
One somewhat alarming thing is that on the MRI they saw a little bit of something starting on the other side too. They didn’t see enough to merit going in surgically, however. The current hope is that if an infection has also begun on the other side, the antibiotics I’ll be receiving will be enough to take care of it. The bad news is that susceptibility testing shows that my current infection is a multi-resistant monster like I had last time, so there aren’t many antibiotic options available. So far they have identified one antibiotic, which I started taking tonight. But they really want me on 2 antibiotics simultaneously, so they’re doing extended susceptibility testing in the hopes of finding other options. Right now the only other option available is Tobramycin, which I refuse to take. Tobramycin has already given me permanent (but thankfully mild) tinnitus, and the last time I attempted to take IV Tobramycin the ringing got louder within just a few days. It’s pretty clear that if I did a full 2 week course of IV Tobramycin, the ringing would become unbearable. Hopefully the extended testing will find at least one more antibiotic that I can use without terrible side effects.
 
We do still have another trick up our sleeve though. My transplant doctor has already been in touch with the bacteriophage (aka phage) therapy program at Yale. This is an experimental treatment that is not widely available in the United States. Fortunately for me, Yale has a phage therapy program specifically for CF patients with pseudomonas. Bacteriophages are a type of virus that attack bacteria without causing harm to humans. The catch is that each bacteriophage will only attack a specific bacteria, so they must be grown tailor made to the infection you’re trying to treat, which takes months. The current plan is to treat my infection immediately with surgery and antibiotics, submit a sample to Yale to develop phages for me, and then hit the infection again with phage therapy in a few months to hopefully eradicate it once and for all.
 
Right now my focus is on getting and recovering from surgery, and the impending course of antibiotics. It looks like I’ll be in the hospital through the weekend, and they’re tentatively talking about discharging me next week. It’s not fun being stuck in the hospital, and I’m definitely not looking forward to going through multiple rounds of treatment, but I’m grateful that I at least have some options available. Hopefully surgery will go smoothly and the recovery will be quick, and they’ll find one more great antibiotic for me soon!

The usual suspect

And to no one’s surprise, Lump is infected with… Pseudomonas.
 
That brings us one step closer to coming up with a treatment plan, but we’re still waiting for some important test results. Specifically, we’re waiting for susceptibility results, which will tell us which antibiotics can be used to treat it. Recently when I cultured Pseudomonas in my lungs, we were surprised to find it was less resistant than usual and was actually susceptible to multiple antibiotics. I have a hunch, however, that the current infection is leftover from the last time I had abscesses in my incisions, and that particular Pseudomonas was extremely resistant and had very limited treatment options. The susceptibility results are critical to determining what kind of treatment I’ll be getting, and we can’t really move forward without them. I’m hopeful that MAYBE they’ll come through tomorrow and we can get this show on the road.
 
Today’s adventure was getting an MRI to determine whether or not the infection has gotten into my bones. I had an MRI a few years ago the last time I had abscesses, but I had forgotten how unpleasant it was. I’m not usually claustrophobic, but being shoved into that little tube definitely had me a bit freaked out. It was also startlingly loud, and took way longer than I anticipated. All in all I spent around a half an hour in the machine, though I did request a brief break in the middle. And for some of the scans I had to repeatedly hold my breath for 20-30 seconds at a time, which was difficult. All in all it was NOT a fun experience! But thankfully it’s over, and hopefully I won’t have to get another for a long time, if ever!
 
On the IV front, unfortunately IV #3 didn’t even last a day. My team advocated very strongly for me to get a longer lasting type of IV called a PICC line, but apparently Interventional Radiology and the IV team are extremely stingy about them. Instead, the IV team put in an ultrasound guided IV, which THANKFULLY has actually lasted for over a day and is still going strong! And even more thankfully, tonight Interventional Radiology FINALLY told me that I could get a PICC line, so that should be happening sometime tomorrow. I’m really looking forward to NOT being a pincushion anymore!
 
On a lighter note, as is tradition, I have decorated my room with the latest batch of Pole People! A few staff members remembered them from previous hospitalizations, and a bunch of new-to-me staff have been pleasantly surprised by them. I hope you all enjoy them too!

Lump drama

Lump did not, in fact, keep it together.

Over the last week I've been both concerned about and frustrated by Lump. I had a few consecutive days where it was constantly itchy and/or painful, which was wearing me down. I still had so many weeks to go until my scheduled appointments, and I was not looking forward to being perpetually uncomfortable for at least month. Thankfully it eased off for a few days, but then it started acting up again on Friday. By Friday night it was swollen and red and looked particularly angry.

Late Friday night I woke up drenched, and immediately knew what had happened. Sure enough, Lump had burst and released a shocking amount of pus. I didn’t feel capable of dealing with anything at 3am, so I just cleaned up and went back to bed and decided it could be a tomorrow problem. In the morning it was still oozing an appalling amount of pus, so we reached out to my doctor, who fortunately had given me his cell phone for emergencies. Given the sudden escalation in symptoms and obvious signs of infection, he decided we couldn’t wait for my scheduled appointments, and it was time to be admitted to the hospital to fast track things and start IV antibiotics. So off to HUP we went!

The big advantage of being in the hospital is that I don't have to sit around waiting for appointments. They sent me for an updated CT scan, and took cultures of the disgustingness that was draining out of me so they can finally identify the infection and determine the best course of treatment. They also got me started on both an IV and oral antibiotic that they hope will be effective against whatever I have. They’re currently debating whether or not I need an MRI, and working on scheduling surgery to clean out the infection and finally evict Lump. They MIGHT manage to get me in by Friday, but that's unclear because they’re trying to have both my transplant surgeon and a plastic surgeon be involved in the procedure, so that’s 2 busy schedules to coordinate. In any event, I will definitely be getting things taken care of MUCH faster than originally planned!

Unfortunately, my veins have been particularly terrible thus far. My first IV went bad in less than 2 hours, before they even had a chance to run anything though it. My second IV did better, but still didn’t even last a day. And both of those IVs took 2 tries each to get in. Thankfully, IV #3 went in on the first try. Here’s hoping it has more staying power than the first 2 did!

So right now I'm in the wait and see part of this hospital stay. Waiting to get the results back from my cultures and determine a treatment plan, and waiting to see when they can schedule surgery. But at least now the wait will be MUCH shorter than it would’ve been as an outpatient!

Medically busy again!

It’s been a medically busy month!
 
I started things off with a CT scan. Almost 2 months ago I noticed a lump on one of my transplant incisions near where I had an abscess a few years ago. It wasn’t visible and was barely noticeable, but I was obviously concerned due to my history. The CT scan fortunately didn’t show any signs of abscess or infection, and my doctor reassured me that it was just a suture granuloma, which happens when the immune system reacts to a foreign object (in this case, a leftover suture from my transplant) by trying to form a barrier around it and wall it off from the rest of the body. My doctor gave me the option to meet with a plastic surgeon and have it surgically removed, but I decided not to pursue that unless it became more of a bother. Well, barely a week later it started bothering. Not only had it grown, but it had become slightly red and sore, which are both bad signs. I’m now scheduled for an MRI in mid-December, and will be having a plastic surgery consult afterwards. Let’s just hope Lump can keep it together until then and I don’t end up rushing to the ER with more significant symptoms the way I did the last time I dealt with something like this.
 
A week after my CT scan I got to have a colonoscopy. Not only have I reached colonoscopy age, but both CF and transplant put me at higher risk for colorectal cancer. Unfortunately for me, the last time I had a colonoscopy a few years ago the prep didn’t fully clear me thanks to my stupid stubborn CF gut. So this time I got to do the extended prep, which meant 2 days straight of clear liquid diet plus a ridiculous amount of laxatives. And guess what? After all that, I wasn’t clear AGAIN! What they were able to see looked fine, but instead of waiting 5 years for my next one, I have to do it again in 2 years. And who knows what kind of godawful prep I’ll have to go through next time! I’m already dreading it!
 
The week after that I had my last scheduled appointment with Dr. Courtwright, my transplant doctor, before he moves across the country. He’s not actually leaving until December 13^th though, so if anything goes wrong before then he’ll still be my doctor. And with the current Lump situation, I wouldn’t be surprised if I see him again before he leaves!
 
Last week I had my annual appointment with my ENT. Though a recent CT scan showed that my sinuses are blocked, he actually didn’t think that I would get much benefit from sinus surgery. One the one hand I’m glad to not have to go through an unpleasant surgery, but I’m also disappointed that there’s basically no chance of ever getting my sense of smell back. It disappeared completely again several months ago, and though there was no guarantee that I would get it back even with surgery, I had some hope because I unexpectedly got it back after my last sinus surgery. But no surgery unfortunately means no chance of regaining my sense of smell. I can definitely live without it, but I do miss it sometimes. My ENT also looked at the ear that has been giving me problems and saw a lot of drainage from the ear tube. He gave me antibiotic and steroid ear drops, and sent off a sample to see what infection I have brewing in there. And OF COURSE, as always, it’s my nemesis pseudomonas! My ENT is currently consulting with both my CF team and with colleagues who specialize in ears to come up with a treatment plan. I actually was pleasantly surprised that he dealt with my ear at all, as previously he referred me to another ENT since he specializes in sinuses and not ears. Hopefully he’ll be able to come up with a plan that finally deals with this ear issue once and for all!
 
And that brings us to today, and my consult with an oral surgeon. A couple months ago I went to the dentist for the first time in years. Between transplant and Covid, dental appointments kind of fell by the wayside, but fortunately I have good teeth so I could mostly get away with it. For years I said that G-d balanced things out for me, and gave me good eyes and good teeth to make up for all my internal organs being trash. I never needed glasses, or braces, or any other significant dental work. In fact, I never even had so much as a cavity! Well apparently getting new lungs voided the contract, because earlier this year I finally got glasses, and a couple months ago they found the first cavity of my entire life. Unfortunately, it’s close to the nerve, so they have to either extract the tooth or do a root canal. On the plus side, it’s in a wisdom tooth which is fully in, so extracting it isn’t a big deal. My dentist wasn’t comfortable with the angle of the tooth, however, so she referred me to an oral surgeon. The oral surgeon said it should be easy to extract with just local anesthetic, so I have an extraction appointment scheduled in 2 weeks. Here’s hoping it goes smoothly!
 
Overall my medical needs have been keeping me pretty busy lately, with still more to come! Hopefully I can get these various issues taken care of quickly and things will settle down soon!

Free again!

Hooray for (relative) freedom!

A few weeks ago I got Evusheld, an antibody injection for people who either can’t take or are unlikely to respond to the Covid vaccine. We already know that I didn’t produce antibodies in response to my vaccines and boosters, so Evusheld is an important tool to help keep me safe from Covid. My doctor has seen really good results so far, both in that transplant patients who get Evusheld are less likely to catch Covid, and that those who do catch it have much less severe illness. Between finally getting Evusheld, and the local Covid numbers going down, he actually felt comfortable loosening some of my Covid restrictions! I can once again be unmasked indoors with a few people at a time as long as they are vaccinated and will warn me if they have any symptoms of illness. He does still want me to avoid indoor crowds entirely and to wear a mask if I’m in a crowded space outdoors, but that’s pretty manageable. Regardless of Covid I need to avoid people with any signs of illness, since I’m highly susceptible to infections and even a simple cold could be devastating, so that and avoiding crowds are just standard post-transplant precautions. It’s so nice to mostly be back to my regular levels of paranoia now that I finally have some antibodies in my system!

On a less exciting note, my lungs continue to be a petri dish. After a month of nebulized antibiotics the pseudomonas was thankfully gone, but it was replaced with staph. I’m still not having major symptoms so we aren’t jumping to treat it yet, but it’s frustrating to keep having one infection after another. We know it’s all coming from my sinuses, but my ENT didn’t think another surgery would be particularly helpful. So instead we’re going to try Trikafta! Trikafta is the ground-breaking CF treatment that came out shortly after my transplant. I actually tried it briefly a couple years ago, but stopped because I was possibly having side effects and it wasn’t clear whether it would even help my sinuses. But now there is more research showing that it DOES help the sinuses, so we’re going to try again and see if I can tolerate it, possibly on a partial dose.

Before starting though, I’m getting a sweat test. One of the weird things that happens when you have CF is that your sweat is extra salty, and a sweat test has been standard to diagnose CF for decades. So why do I need one now? Trikafta addresses CF on a cellular level, and even corrects the salt levels in the sweat. Since I might not be on a full dose, we need a way to check if the partial dose is working. If I get a baseline sweat test now, we can then compare my salt levels on Trikafta to see how much it changes. This won’t be necessary if I end up tolerating the full dose, but could be helpful if I need to take a modified dose. The funny thing is that I have to go to the children’s hospital to get it done, since it’s not typical for adults to get this kind of diagnostic testing. That should be interesting!

One other issue is that I’ve been having some on and off chest congestion over the last couple months and have been having trouble coughing it out. My doctor heard some stuff rattling around in my lungs during my last appointment, and thinks it might be time for another bronchoscopy to open up my airways. So that’s Monday’s adventure. Thankfully it’s been nearly 10 months since my last bronch, which is a record for me! Hopefully it’ll go smoothly and I’ll feel better afterwards.

That’s the latest medical shenanigans around here. Thankfully nothing too dramatic this time!

The medically low-key life

Things have been about as medically quiet as they get for me. That doesn’t mean no complications, but it does mean nothing particularly dire. One frustrating thing is that I’ve had continuous lung infections since finishing IV antibiotics. In March I cultured staph, but fortunately it was an easily treatable one that was resolved with oral antibiotics. Then in April I cultured my old nemesis pseudomonas. I haven’t had much in the way of symptoms however, so we haven’t jumped into any drastic treatments yet. I already do a nebulized antibiotic on a 1 month on, 1 month off schedule, and April was my off month, so as long as I remain mostly symptom free we’ll just see if it clears up by the end of May. I’m also having an appointment with my ENT to see if there’s anything else we can do with my miserable sinuses to keep the infections from dripping down into my lungs.
 
The main symptom I’ve had is fatigue, but it’s hard to tell how much of that is from the infection and how much is just my life. I’ve struggled with poor sleep for decades, but I definitely feel like it got worse after transplant, so that obviously contributes to fatigue. I think I’ve heard that insomnia and fatigue aren’t uncommon after transplant, so it could just be transplant life. And I’m sure battling a pseudomonas infection doesn’t help. All I know is that I’ve been VERY tired lately, which makes it really difficult to get anything done and kinda sucks the life out of me. Here’s hoping that improves along with the pseudomonas infection.
 
I also had my first post-transplant dermatology appointment. You’re supposed to have one every year after transplant, but due to Covid we pushed off most non-essential appointments. Penn now has a special transplant dermatology program though, and they’re good about making sure we all get in to see them. I knew that transplant recipients are at higher risk for all kinds of cancers, but I didn’t realize that the risk of skin cancers in particular is ridiculously high. Thankfully my skin looked good this time, but the doctor said that 3-5 years after transplant is when they typically start seeing skin cancers. And guess whose 3 year lungiversary is this week?? So that’s another worry to add to my long list of fears. I’ll definitely be more cautious about covering up and using sunscreen!
 
On the non-medical front, we unfortunately have some sad news. After having a bad fall last summer and then struggling for months with one medical issue after the next, Katherine’s mother passed away last month. It was a strange mix of unexpected and expected: unexpected, because before the fall she was doing fine, and expected, because she declined for months before finally being sent home on hospice. Things were pretty awful at the end, and it was a mercy when she finally passed. It’s been difficult, but Katherine is holding up ok, and we all hope her mother is finally at peace.
 
On a brighter note, I’ve really been appreciating being able to get out and socialize a bit instead of being on full Covid lockdown. I went out for half of the holiday meals on Pesach, which was AMAZING and made the holiday SO much more enjoyable. I’ve also been going out for some Shabbos meals. And in an effort to get some exercise, I started taking lessons with my friend Abrielle Fuerst, who teaches martial arts professionally. So that’s guaranteed once a week that I get out of the house and see a friend, and I get to learn how to be a ninja on top of it! I am playing with NUNCHUCKS, people! Watch out!

The light at the end of the tunnel

I haven’t written because it kinda felt like every day was the same. The pain is improving, but I still have stitches and I’m still uncomfortable and I’ve still been on IV antibiotics. The one thing that changed is last week I got my drain out. It hurt but at least it was quick, and that’s one less annoying thing sticking out of my body.
 
But then! Today I saw my transplant doctor. He’s pleased with my recovery and said that the samples they took during surgery actually didn’t grow any pseudomonas, which is a good sign that hopefully the Amikacin will be able to fully eradicate the infection. And then he gave me the best news I’ve heard in a LONG time. He said that the Covid rate in my area is currently low enough that I can finally loosen up my lockdown and go back to regular post-transplant precautions! For the last 2 years my socializing has been very limited and almost exclusively outdoors. Sharing meals has been extremely rare as any unmasked socializing had to be outside at a social distance. But now! For the first time in 2 years, as long as everyone (excluding young children) is vaccinated, I can finally be unmasked indoors and share a meal together! With the caveats that I still can’t be around crowds, or anyone showing any symptoms of anything, or people who have recently been in a crowded place with a high risk of exposure to illness. And of course I’ll still wear a mask in public. But those are basically the restrictions I followed post-transplant anyway, since for me ANY infection has the potential to cause serious problems. Being able to finally step inside someone’s house unmasked is a HUGE improvement!
 
It’s kind of surreal, and I’m actually kind of anxious about it! I’ve worked so hard to stay safe and somehow managed not to catch Covid this whole time, so it’s very strange and a little scary to think about loosening up on Covid protections. At the same time, I’ve been pretty depressed lately, and I think a lot of it has to do with Covid. It feels like Covid sucked all the fun parts out of life and all I had left was endless medical complications. I wasn’t happy even before surgery, and having a painful procedure and lengthy recovery thrown on top was just too much. Finding out that I can start seeing friends again finally added a little light back into my life, and hopefully will help pull me out of the depressive funk I’ve been slogging through.
 
Today I finished my last dose of Amikacin. I’m keeping the PICC line until Monday to get my annual infusion of Reclast to treat osteopenia, and then hopefully after nearly 3 months I’ll finally get that out. Next Wednesday I’ll get my stiches out and will hopefully be more comfortable. And then the following day is Purim! Hopefully this will be the end of medical drama and the beginning of more fun holidays and celebrations with family and friends!!

Home sweet home!

I’m home! I love my bed and my kitchen! And my partner is pretty great too!! 😄
 
It’s wonderful to be home, but I’m definitely feeling pretty uncomfortable. The dressings came off yesterday, and I was surprised to see that they opened up about half of each transplant incision. So that’s a bunch of stitches on each side and they don’t feel too great, plus another hole where I have the drain dangling out of me. Not too much has been draining out today though so I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to get that removed next week. I kinda feel how I did a couple months after transplant in terms of discomfort. Fortunately this is nowhere near as bad as transplant though since they only had to cut the skin and not the muscles. And the little drain is nothing compared to the 6 huge chest tubes I had after transplant. But it still isn’t fun and I’ll be very glad when things heal up.
 
I’m pretty sure this infection has been bothering me for quite a while without me realizing it. Long after everything should have healed up post-transplant I was still having random pain in my incisions even before the lumps popped up. At the time we thought it was nerve pain, but now I think it might have been the pseudomonas infection randomly flaring up. Hopefully once this is all done I will FINALLY be pain-free for the first time since transplant.
 
There is one unsung hero in all this who I have neglected to mention until now, and that’s Rivka Sara Beck. Ever since I was hospitalized in December she has made sure that I have food every Shabbos, sometimes picking up food from other people, and usually making it herself. I am so fortunate to have such wonderful friends and am endlessly grateful for everyone’s support!
 
I’m definitely looking forward to having a very low-key Shabbos and continuing to recover in the comfort of my own home!

It's done!

They got me in! It took until around 2pm so it was still a long hangry day, but at least it’s done!
 
Thankfully surgery went well and they’re pretty confident that they were able to clean out all the infected tissue. They ended up doing both sides, which I’m actually happy about because I don’t want to have to come back and do this again later. The right side was able to be stitched up, but the left side has a drain in it to continue clearing stuff out. It’s basically a tube sticking out of me with a ball at the end that grossness (mostly blood) drips into all day long. Apparently both the drain and the stitches will probably need to stay in for a few weeks. I haven’t actually seen my incisions yet because they haven’t taken the dressing off, but I had a plastic surgeon working on me so I’m sure they’ll be minimal. I’m also pretty sure they cut along my existing transplant scars so it’s not like they’ll be anything new.
 
We’ve also started me on IV amikacin to finish clearing out any remnants of infection. That will be a 2 week course, but the good news is it’s only once a day! What a breeze! I actually don’t think I’ve ever had such a light infusion schedule and I’m super grateful for it, especially after how torturous my last infusion schedule was. Let’s all just pray that it doesn’t do any significant damage my hearing in the process.
 
And the best news is that maybe, HOPEFULLY, I just might be able to go home tomorrow! Everything is looking on track for discharge, but I know from past experience not to believe it until they’re actually wheeling me out the door. Here’s hoping!
 
It has been a LONG road dealing with these abscesses, but I’m finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Hopefully these will be the last steps to getting me back on track!

A plan at last!

We finally have a plan! It isn’t a particularly fun plan, but it is a plan nonetheless.

I had a follow up with my transplant doctor on Tuesday. We confirmed that Lump and Lump Jr. are now smaller after Lump popped, drained, and never grew back. We also confirmed that Other Lump has gotten bigger, which was obvious as it has been red and swollen for at least a week. And so, we finally came up with a treatment plan: surgery to drain Other Lump, followed by a 2 week course of IV amikacin. Unfortunately that requires being admitted for a few days while they stabilize the dosage before sending me home to finish up.

But what about the bacteriophages?? Well, we’re still waiting for Yale to turn them into a clinical grade product for me. If they’re ready before I finish the amikacin, I’ll probably start them immediately. If they’re ready afterwards, and the amikacin takes care of the infection, then we’ll save them for the next infection (because we all know I ALWAYS bring the drama). At this point I’m honestly kind of hoping they aren’t ready, because since they’re a weird experimental treatment they have to be given in the hospital, and I’m really not in the mood for a 2 week stay at Hotel HUP. So I’m just gonna hope that amikacin does the trick without damaging my hearing.

Of course, just as we came up with a plan, Other Lump decided it wasn’t getting enough attention. Barely a day after my appointment it burst dramatically and released an absolutely appalling amount of pus. It was basically my own private episode of Dr. Pimple Popper, and since I refuse to watch that show I didn’t exactly enjoy the experience. It then proceeded to continue draining for the next 16 hours or so, which I also didn’t enjoy. On the plus side, Other Lump looks and feels much better now! But my doctor still wants me to get it cleaned out, so I’m scheduled for surgery on Monday.

The plan for today is to admit me and get me started on IV amikacin. We’re hoping to pull off a direct admission this time instead of putting me through yet another ER visit. I’ll also get to experience the fancy new hospital building since this time I’ll be assigned to a surgical team and all the ORs are in the new building. If I have to be stuck at HUP, at least I get to do it in style! So I’ll be spending the rest of my weekend sitting around waiting for someone to call and either tell me that a bed is ready, or that I need to go to the ER and get admitted from there, and then settling into the hospital. Do I know how to party or what?

As not-fun as all this is, I am DEFINITELY looking forward to eventually being DONE with this round of drama. This stupid lump saga has dragged on for way too long, and I am extremely ready to move on with my life!