Saturday, March 12, 2016
Changing of the Guard
So I began the search for a GI doc in Texas. I googled many GI specialists and finally found one that I thought could help my Dad. On January 29th, John was able to secure an appointment to see Dr. Rendon in McKinney, Texas. My kids and I flew down on Wednesday, January 27th, finding incredible deals on airfare through an app called Skyscanner(126 roundtrip on American to Dallas) and John flew in the next week for 3 days on a similarly priced airfare. My sister also came down because of the nature of the situation. Dr. Rendon is an incredibly kind and knowledgeable physician, who said he would definitely be able to help my Dad figure out what this mass was. He ordered labs which included cancer markers C19-9 used for pancreatic tumors, C 125, and CEA. He also checked pancreatic enzymes. All came back negative. An MRI was also scheduled the next week to get a more detailed look at the mass. During this time, my Dad's mood improved considerably as the cancer markers came back negative and the MRI showed the same thing and no other suspicious lesions elsewhere in the body. We went out to celebrate John's birthday at Texas de Brazil as everyone's mood was lightened. It was a good time.
An EUS(endoscopic ultrasound) was scheduled for Feb 11th, 2016 to have a look. If the lesion looked suspicious, Dr. Rendon would do a biopsy. So, John, the kids and I flew home on Feb 3rd while my sister stayed on to help my Dad and stepmom out. My stepmother is a native Filipina, who is not comfortable with English, American ways, and does not drive. She has a license but hasn't driven in 12 years. She married my Dad, in 2002, after my Mom passed away from breast cancer in February 2000. My parents have lived in Texas and the Philippines during their marriage, as my Dad has a home in the Philippines also, which we have been able to visit a couple of times. It was God's providence that they were stateside when Dad's symptoms occurred. My stepmom was a wreck during this time. The unknown has always been the most frightening, anxiety producing state for most people, I am so glad my sister was able to stay and provide joy and support during this time with her good sense of humor.
On February 10th I flew back down with my 2 home educated children and went to my Dad's ultrasound the following day, the 11th. I was surprised at how much thinner he looked than 10 days prior, my sister said he had not eaten or drank much in the previous days. She also said he started to take pain medicine, which he hadn't previously. God's grace has always been upon this as our anesthesiologist for the procedure was a Vietnamese man who has dealt with elderly patients and understood the Asian family dynamics. My father has had blood pressure problems ever since I could remember plus he is narcotic naive, meaning his response to anesthesia is immediate and long lasting. The doc used half the propofol of what he used for other patients and said he enjoyed the challenge, he found giving more caused a little irritation to my Dad's 86 year old heart. Dr. Rendon came out and gave us the hard news, the mass indeed looked cancerous and now they had pathology right there able to do a preliminary biopsy indicating pancreatic adenocarcinoma. Both of these physicians compassion during this time was phenomenal, it helped to soften the blow. Dr. Rendon immediately gave us an oncologist to follow up with. He wanted to give the tumor a stage 2, but because it had spread to the celiac plexus(the main arteries behind the digestive system) he had to give it a 4. So it became T4 N0 M0, meaning no node involvement nor metastasis. My father was somewhat in a shocked state, whether it was because of the anesthesia, complaining more of pain than what he usually had been. He went home at 4:30 and went right to bed. Everyone was melancholy, we knew there was a good possibility of this happening, but the heaviness came upon the household.
In the next 24 hours as I walked around in a daze, my Dad became increasingly weaker and kept asking for more pain meds. I didn't know whether it was because he was facing this diagnosis that he was requesting it more. My nurse background came in and I said he needed to walk because of gas from the scope and I walked him around the house. I spoke with him some and he said, "Why of all cancers did it have to be pancreatic?" I just said, "I am sorry." (if you google pancreatic cancer you will find that the prognosis is very poor) He has been really a pillar during this time, stating to us, you know I have to die sometime, and acknowledging the Lord's will for his time on earth. He never complained and handled his pain well. We knew it had to be bothering him to finally do something about it. He was very gentle to me that day and called me anak, which was his endearing term in Tagalog for me. It really hurt to see my Dad, whose life hasn't been particularly an easy one, have to deal with this devastating blow. As I walked him I felt his forehead and he felt incredibly warm. I remember earlier in the day thinking he felt warm but it didn't click with me. Suddenly red flags started buzzing in my head and I took his temperature and did a more thorough assessment of his pain, not the usual pain but deep. It was 101.2...I quickly called John who was home in MN to tell him of his condition but while I was doing it I was looking for the GI docs number. John confirmed that he had to be seen. I called the GI doc and within 10 ten minutes she called back and I told the PA on call what was happening. A minute later, after calling the Dr. Rendon, she called right back and told me she was phoning the Emergency Room to bring him in not guaranteeing we would have a short wait. We packed him up and inside I was kicking my self for not assessing him earlier, I was being the daughter and not the nurse...that was at 7 pm. It was also the anniversary day of my Mom's death 16 years ago.
We arrived at the ER and I told my Dad who was perfectly capable of walking that he had to pretend he couldn't walk because of the pain. This is not to be abused as my Dad truly did have extreme pain and didn't feel good, but I knew that this would guarantee him a room right way, or at least a gurney. He reluctantly agreed as he was uncomfortable enough not to want to wait for a bed. We were ushered in immediately. Labs were performed, an IV started. Dad had pancreatitis, acute renal failure, and hypokalemia. The pancreatitis was a complication of the biopsy. The renal failure was starting as organs start shutting down because of the pancreatitis. The hypokalemia occurred because he has always been potassium deficient and didn't like to take his potassium... He was admitted. We didn't get a bed till 130 am and the diagnosis came back at 11 pm. The care in Texas is a little different than the care in Minnesota...
My Dad's hospitalization was a lesson in patience, compassion, grief, and trust in God for all things. Understandably, he was angry, and wanted to be in control. Cancer is like that, it immediately strips the patient of any sense of control. I saw the retired doctor come out of him as he started to disagree with the care he was given. He was actually right, the hospitalist he was assigned to wasn't the brightest in the bunch. His nurses were fantastic however and provided him the care he needed working within their scope of practice. My cousin and my Aunt who recently lost her husband, my Uncle, came to visit and my Dad broke down in self pity. I sat and watched silently, asking God for help moment to moment. My sister and I took turns staying at the hospital, my stepmom, who at this time was utterly exhausted and terrified, continuously and faithfully stayed by my Dad's side. On one occasion while I was taking a break, my Dad had a pain control issue. The poor nurse took the brunt of it. He started barking orders like he as a doctor at one point saying angrily at the nurse, "do you not understand what stat means?" Our East African nurse handled it well, and she explained the new system of pain care delivery to me after this event. She wished she could have taken orders from him. She was patient in explaining what has occurred in patient care since I haven't worked outside the home for awhile. I have been out of nursing practice for 11 years and I do not like the new changes in patient care that have occurred since then. Let me say it is not for the benefit of the patient...on the 14th, Valentines Day, my husband flew in. What a testimony to true love and one of my all time favorite Valentine's day gifts was for him to come stay with me overnight in the hospital caring for my Dad.
Dad recovered nicely and was discharged on the 15th, he was requiring pain medication every 4 hours. My sister went home that day as she hadn't been home since January 26th. She has 5 children and a husband to tend to also. The morning of the 16th he awoke us all 0730 and said he could not urinate. It was a quick trip to the ER where they placed a foley catheter. He was having increasing pain and they gave him one pain pill. It was then that we discovered that one normal dose of vicodin snowed him. He was on a half dose at home. His sats dropped to 87% and he was hardly rousable. We did manage to rouse him to make his oncology appointment at 11 am. At the appointment he woke up enough to give his family history of 10 brothers and sisters, if they were alive and what did they die of...it was then that the oncologist said that if he didn't do anything his prognosis was 6 months...my sweetest, John, had tears streaming down his face, everyone else was too numb...
John left early Wednesday morning and took Michael home with him. God graciously provided care for Michael to attend coop and a class on Thursday and stay in Minnesota for a few days. I kept Phoebe with me. She has been a blessing for me even though it has been difficult for both of us. That afternoon we met with a radiation oncologist, Dr. Raj Dahiya, about Cyberknife therapy for Dad. My Dad knew that he wanted this treatment immediately versus chemotherapy or photon therapy. http://www.cyberknife.com/cyberknife-overview/what-cyberknife.aspx?langtype=1033
It took some time to find a hospital that takes Dad's insurance to do the marker placement, (the hospital Dr. Dahiya uses did not contract with Dad's insurance, it confuses me as he has medicare and I thought every hospital had to take medicare but I guess it depends on what you have for part D???) This takes us almost to where we are presently in my Dad's care. I will write more in the next post the 2 weeks I haven't yet written about it.
The time has come in my family for the Changing of the Guard. As my parents are having difficulty caring for themselves, the responsibility and care have now become our role. I have had this happen before when my Mother battled cancer which had metastasized to the brain 16 years ago. I was single then and it was much different. My parents spent years of their life loving and caring and sacrificing for us to become who we are. It is now time to honor them as they have become dependent during this time. I am acutely aware we are walking in the shadow of death compared to others in our journey of life. I have felt carried by God's hand and witnessed small graces along the way. I will share those along the way for those who wish to follow this journey.