I had to go in this past Sunday for radiation because the radiation oncology department is closed for Thanksgiving Thursday and Friday this week for Turkey Day. And I met with the doctor, again. I had just met with him two days before.
This wasn’t my regular oncologist. This one was just stepping in because mine wasn’t on duty until the afternoon. But I had to discuss with him that I was having a lot (and when I say a lot, I mean A LOT) of bladder irritation. I have to go all the freaking time, and then when I do go, it is a trickle. Very frustrating to say the least.
So, first thing he says to me is, “Take Motrin.”
I can’t. I have had gastric bypass. Even small amounts of NSAIDs can cause the lining of my very small pouch to thin and I can get ulcers.
“Only for long term use.”
Um, no, even small doses cause the stomach lining to thin.
“Well, there isn’t anything else I can give you, so you should take the Motrin.”
Now I know for a fact that there are prescriptions he can give me. I also know that if I had seen my regular radiation oncologist, I wouldn’t have had to go through all that because he already knows my surgical history. I was frustrated and upset. I’m drinking a ton of cranberry juice, and I called my bariatric surgeon’s office this morning (holy shit – my three year surgiversary passed last week and I totally missed it) and they approved 200mg of motrin twice a day – no more. And if I get stomach distress, I’m to stop immediately.
But how can I tell if the stomach distress is from motrin or radiation?
And then I find out that my first internal radiation will be two days after Christmas.
Sigh. That means I’ll finish up internal radiation and chemo at the same time. What I didn’t want to do.
I will have to do an all liquid diet the days before I have internal radiation, and do a bowel cleanse so they don’t radiate my bowels. Which would suck. Although the amount of gastro-intestinal distress I’m having now is bad enough. Sigh.
I want this to be done now. I’m trying so hard to be patient, but really, I’m tired of feeling like shit.
Come on March.