Let's take a ride in an ambulance.

It has been a disappointing couple of days here in lymphomaland.

I awoke with a fever, high blood pressure, high pulse and atrial fibrillation, also known as a-fib. I have a 30+ year history with a-fib because of my history with cardiac arrythmia. During atrial fibrillation, the heart's two upper chambers (the atria) beat chaotically and irregularly — out of coordination with the two lower chambers (the ventricles) of the heart. Atrial fibrillation symptoms often include heart palpitations, shortness of breath and weakness. Atrial fibrillation is an often rapid heart rate that can increase the risk of strokes, heart failure and other heart-related complications.

Ummmm, no thanks.

After going through a short period of shock and denial, My Adorable Wife drove me to the Emergency Room. After I described my issue, I was whisked to a treatment room where four (!) professionals showed up to attend to me. I was given an infusion for saline solution and also a shot with a calcium channel blocker. In less than an hour, my heart returned to regular sinus rhythm. Whew!

However, (don't you hate it when there is a however) my blood sample revealed an increased level of lactic acid. After many doctor and nurse huddles and many calls to the on-call physicians, I was decided that I should be admitted to the hospital. Hence, the ambulance.

At the hospital, I was put through the exact same procedure as at the ER. "Tell me your symptoms." Saline infusion, electrocardiogram, blood tests, vital signs, and more. I also had a realtime heart monitor attached that communicates wirelessly with the nurses station.

I barely got any sleep because there was a near constant parade of nurses wanting to give me something or take something, usually blood.

By morning, the doctors had concluded that the after-effects of chemotherapy along with dehydration had triggered the a-fib. Since they had pumped me with seemingly gallons of saline fluids, along with a dose of calcium channel blocker, no irregularities in my heart rhythm were seen. With respect to the lactate level in my blood, I was asked to follow up with my primary physician. I was then released.

I feel weak and as if I have aged about 20 years.

I will see my primary phsician and Dr. Hema5 in the upcoming week and, of course, drink much more water!

Fever! I got a fever.

Last evening, after we had returned from the infusion room, I felt a little flush and decided to lay on my bed and read. As I went to the bedroom, I felt chills although I was dressed warmly and the house is heated. As the thermometer was on the bedside table, I decided to take my temperature. It was a surprising 100.7. I checked again in thirty minutes and it was 100.9. By 10:00 pm, it was 101.

After Infusion 2 of Round 1, I had been asked to report to the Emergency Room if my temperature exceeded 100.4. Although that didn't happen after Infusion 2, I decided to visit the ER nonetheless. Upon arriving at the ER, my temperature was 102.2 and my blood pressure was an eye-opening 105/44. Yikes!

The nurses and doctor at the ER tested everything; blood, urine, x-rays and then blood again! I was given Motrin and an intravenous drip of, I assume, saline solution, and was told that they'd need to call the hematologist for instructions. After quite a delay, and checking my temperature and seeing it at more or less normal, I was released.

I had hoped that there would be fewer and less severe side effects in this round of chemotherapy. I hope this will be the last of it, at least until Round 2 in January.

Infusion 3 of Round 1

We traveled to the edge of Big City to have infusion 3. My appointment was at 4:30 pm. After I graciously thanked Nurse K for their thoughtfulness in scheduling every appointment to coincide with the worst of the Big City rush hour traffic, she took my vital signs as always. Of slight concern was my blood pressure, a surprising 115/47.

After my compliment, she used her emory board to dull the needle (just kidding) and administered one subcutaneous injection. It was over in ten minutes.

All in all, I feel very good. My next round starts January 6.

I am glad to have round 1 behind me before the Christmas season and all the eggnogs I intend to consume!

I hope you all have a great holiday season and please keep those positive vibes coming my way!

Infusion 2 of round 1

I hit a small speedbump in my ongoing infusions. First of all, After Infusion 1, We returned home in Big City's horrible traffic and when I went to bed, my stomach felt queasy. I awoke several times during the night feeling nauseous. I had an unpleasant, restless sleep with a churning stomach.

Remarkably, I visited my local drugstore to pick up a prescription refill unrelated to my lymphoma. The clerk reported that they also has a presciption to give me that was ordered by Dr. Hema5 (or is he #6? I've had so many). He ordered it December 2. I asked what it was for and she said it was for nausea. In the famous words of the warden, "What we got here is failure to communicate."

I next reported to the infusion room again for a presumably short infusion of one of the two chemicals I am being administered. It went smoothly at first, and the infusion was done in 15 minutes.

Nurse R has this funny thing she does, "Would you mind hanging out for a few minutes so we can take your vital signs?" Since she hasn't unhooked me from all of the infusion pumps and removed the long, sharp needle, the question is moot; it amounts to, "Sit, Fido, sit!"

When my vitals were taken, I was found to have a fever of 99.5 or so. She said that we'd wait a few minutes and see if it's coming down. After five minutes or so, it was higher, eventually reaching, after several tests, 100.3. While this was quite concerning to the nurses, I actually felt just fine. After several nurse huddles and telephone consultations, after the temperature got to 99.1, I was sent home to test myself and instructed that if the temperature got to 100.4, to report to the Emergency Room!

We got on the road just in time to confront Big City's worst rush hour traffic in the rain! We blazed home at an average speed of 11 mph!

I tested my temperature immediately upon finally reaching home; it was 99.5. Two hours later, it was 97.9.

Today, the next day, I feel fine! I am looking forward to Infusion 3 of Round 1 later this afternoon. Round 2 will start January 6. I suspect that it will go more smoothly since I know what to expect and now have that great nausea prescription!

All in all, despite this speedbump, These treatments are going well, much better than my chemo in 2009.

Infusion Day 1...

...of a trillion. Like our federal govenment, I only think in trillions.

We arrived at the location nearest Big City that does infusions that is nearest our retirement cabin out here in the woods. We were asked to select a suitable infusion alcove. Each alcove contains the usual recliner, a guest chair, infusion pumps, counters and a sink! This is a big change from my last experience with infusion. The last time, there was one big room with 15-18 recliners, each with a guest chair adjacent. Today we got an alcove.

Nurse R met with us and carefully explained everything and proceeded with the infusions. I was given various preparatory medications mostly intravenously, but a few were administered orally.

Finally, after about noon, we got to the good stuff! As I have previously mentioned, the infusion is started at a very slow rate of flow and increased until side effects appear. In my case, side effects amounting to a red face and a slight fever, appeared at about 87% of the hoped for maximum flow. I had tolerated the infusion well at 75% and so, after consultations with the doctors and a nurse huddle, infusion was stopped until the redness subsided and the fever dropped. That took 15 minutes or so, during which I was up walking around, glad to be untethered and checking out the available free snacks!

Infusion was restarted and then finished at 75%. Aside from being tired after a long day, I feel very fine. If this is the extent of side effects, this process will be a relative breeze. However, just one swallow does not a summer make (thanks, Aristotle!), one infusion may not set a trend or set a precedent. Perhaps more side effects are coming. I hope not.

So far, so good!

I appreciate the calls and emails and FaceTimes from all of you. You words of encouragement lift my spirits greatly. I appreciate them!