My Olympic recovery

I really was getting worse.

Not long after updating my blog I climbed into bed and got under the duvet. It was a sunny afternoon, my temperature was rising and yet I was freezing.

Then suddenly there was a spike in my temperature. I knew I couldn’t put it off any more. Mum drove me to the nearest hospital.

By the time we made it to Accident and Emergency my heart rate was racing, my blood pressure had slumped and my temperature was a sweltering 39c. I was quickly put into a hospital bed in what felt like the hottest part of the building.

So I was now a MEDICAL EMERGENCY and terrified. I may have been in hospital before but not this one and never in such a rush.

Tests showed that I was neutropenic. Basically my immune system was dangerously low. I had some kind of an infection and my body couldn’t fight it. Surely it was just a cold?

The doctor wasn’t so sure. He went through a list of possibilities with me; some were very serious and would mean emergency surgery.

I was put on a drip of antibiotics. Lying on my back, I stared at the ceiling and worried. Mum sat at my bedside, occasionally swatting the insects that flew in through an open window.  

It wasn’t until late that night that I was taken by wheelchair through the empty corridors to the cancer ward. I was wheeled into a side room with a television and an ensuite bathroom.

Result, I thought to myself.

The next day I realised it wasn’t such a good thing. I was almost in isolation. With the door shut, I stayed in the room on my own. I looked out on a couple of building and the wonderful weather.

By the time I saw a specialist consultant I was already responding well to the treatment. I was relieved to be told that I probably wouldn’t need anything more than antibiotics.

Most of the time bags of medicine or fluids were slowly pumped into my veins. It was lovely to be on an intravenous drip that made me feel good rather than the evil chemo cocktail that I’m more used to.

My consultant had said the treatment was going to be boring but relatively painless. And he was right. Less than 48 hours after I arrived at the hospital my immune system had recovered enough for me to be allowed home. I was shocked that I was so better so quickly.

Having an emergency stay in hospital was pretty traumatic. I was so glad to be leaving that I cried on the journey home.

I know that while the last lot of chemo will be horrendous, it won’t be nearly as bad as that.

I’ve been celebrating my release with Sasha the dog. It’s amazing that I got out in time for the start of the Olympics. I thought that I’d be stuck on my own in a hospital side room instead we’re going to be able to watch the games together!

7 thoughts on “My Olympic recovery

  1. Glad you are ok and it was not more serious! Such a scary thing to go through when what can seem like a ‘little’ thing turns into an emergency. Do they give shots of Neulasta there? I have one after every infusion…..

    • I know it seemed so little to start with! Sadly yes I’m back on the same hurty injections again. There’s no way that I can convince the doctors that I can go without it now. At least it seems to do the trick.

  2. Great news, now put that little hiccup behind you and carry on getting better please! Plus you can sit back and enjoy the never-ending Olympics coverage and the time will just zoom by, you have to love it!

  3. So glad to hear everything went okay and you got to the hospital ASAP. That’s a scary experience, no doubt – but 48 hours! Olympic recovery, indeed! The same thing happened to me during chemotherapy and I was in the ‘side/isolation room’ for about five days. Luckily, they allowed my husband to sleep over too. Wow, you are a champ – and so is your recovering immune system!


    • Thanks Catherine. Wow 5 days that must have been tough. I was prepared to be in for ages and really surprised to be let out so soon. Next chemo is today, it’s 5/6!!!

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