Yesterday morning I peed, and found blood and clots in the toilet. This was/is a first for me.
I freaked, of course, and called Dr. Lee's office. But, remember, he had already referred me to Hospice.
Some back and forth between Dr. Lee's office and hospice, and I was told that a hospice nurse would be coming out to see me.
I called Andrea to see if she could come over. I also called Swedish and canceled my 10th and final radiation appointment. I left a message for Megan who was supposed to be giving me a ride to radiation.
I'm not going to be able to tell this story straight.
What else happened yesterday?
Megan hung out for about half an hour and kept me company. Then Andrea arrived to be here with me during the appointment with the nurse.
The nurse, Stephanie, arrived, and we discovered a misunderstanding: I thought she was coming to see me about the blood. She thought she was coming to do the regular intake visit, which takes about an hour and a half. So we did that, and then she took a urine sample to a lab for me. This one wasn't bloody, and I began to wonder if I had imagined the whole thing.
But this morning when I used the toilet for the first time at about 6:30, more blood and clots.
More phone calls back and forth with Hospice (hospice? can't decide). What I know now:
1. It is too soon to have to results of the urine tests. Probably 48 hours.
2. I now have an assigned "team nurse," Getachew, who will be calling me. I think he will make an appointment to come and see me.
3. My job is to wait.
I'm sure this is about as clear as mud, but that's what's going on.