I haven't written a blog for a long time. For one thing, I don't know what to write. Second, the daily work is really too busy, and the time is basically squeezed to the limit due to part-time development of two companies. I used to have time to write a year-end summary every year, but now I don't have this idea.
cause
In the first half of this year, an appointment was made for the vaccination of the new coronal vaccine. At the end of May, I went for my first injection. At the beginning of June, my family found that my stomach began to grow very large. At first, I didn't pay much attention to this problem, because there was a project on the line at that time, and a project was in the end. Both companies are in a very urgent state. At the same time, both companies are short of staff. I have to deal with many things alone. By the time the two projects were basically completed, it was the end of August. At this time, it was found that the lower limbs began to edema, accompanied by low back pain. I went to the local Grade III A hospital for a routine examination and found nothing wrong, but low protein. Finally, a B-scan was performed, and a large space occupying lesion was found in the whole stomach. Only then did I realize that something bad had happened.
Fuzhou tumor examination
Went to the tumor hospital in Fuzhou, the provincial capital, for examination. At the beginning, we checked CT, and found that 80% of the whole abdominal cavity was occupied by tumors. It was a thunderbolt to get this result at that time. I never thought that I would have a relationship with tumor in my life. What's more, most people's tumors are small, and I will have such a large tumor. The imaging result is that GIST (gastrointestinal stromal tumor) is suspected. If it is a tumor, it can be made smaller by taking the targeted drug imatinib. However, the subsequent biopsy (to be honest, I always had a psychological shadow about the puncture, and always felt that the puncture would be very painful. In fact, it was very sour after the injection of anesthetic, but it was OK on the whole) brought a surprising result. It is not GIST, but another borderline tumor AF (invasive fibroma, desmoid tumor). This kind of tumor is not sensitive to radiotherapy and chemotherapy, and there is no targeted drug that can be used to treat it. At present, the only way to solve this problem is through surgery. The recurrence rate of this tumor is high, with a 50% chance of recurrence within 5 years. Moreover, the tumor is very large, and the tumor hospital lacks extracorporeal circulation machine. Director Yang Chunkang can only suggest that we transfer to Zhongshan Hospital affiliated to Fudan University in Shanghai to find Professor Lu Weiqi, who is known as "the first knife in Shanghai".
Shanghai Branch
At this point, in fact, the psychology has calmed down a lot. After all, you can take it as you come. If you don't do surgery, you will basically wait at home to die. No matter how hard you try, you have to fight. (When I went to Shanghai, I had shortness of breath, and the edema was even worse.) I wanted to be a dead horse doctor, so I went there. On the way to Shanghai, I returned home, thinking that this might be the last time I went home. I'm still very sad.
Then we arrived in Shanghai. In fact, we were already in a very bad state at that time. The albumin dropped badly, and there was hypoproteinemia. Although people are still able to move, eat and sleep as usual, their mental state is much worse than before. Due to the epidemic situation, hospitals in Shanghai have implemented access control and escort restrictions. Only one person can accompany her from admission to discharge. Since my mother is a doctor, she will not be allowed to accompany her. Because of the Mid Autumn Festival, I stayed in the hospital for about two weeks before I scheduled the operation.
Due to the problem that the plan was disrupted at that time (my father gave me a lecture when he got the wrong address and said I couldn't figure out the address), I didn't see Professor Lu until I was admitted to the hospital. But on the third day of hospitalization, my mother and I went to the first floor for a walk. Just then, a middle-aged man wearing an operating room mask and hand washing clothes came down to find the express. At that time, this man answered a phone call. As soon as I heard the words "extended resection", I became interested. This person must have undergone tumor surgery, because most other operations do not require extended resection. Then the security guard called him Doctor Lu, and I told my mother whether this person would be Professor Lu. When I asked later, I really did. It is also very lucky.
Professor Lu met with us in the ward behind us. The general situation is that the operation is very difficult, and it may need two sessions to solve the problem. It is possible that the tumor will burst after opening and cannot be closed. (This is what my mother said after my operation. I didn't know it before.) But even if it was once or twice, we can only trust the professor. After all, God bless us for such a big operation. At that time, there was a feeling of helplessness. I could not control myself for a long time.
operation
I met the same bed in the ward. Although I lived in the so-called special needs ward, it was actually a double room, not a single room. The same bed is my younger brother, who is one year younger than me. The family seems to have more money. I didn't expect to get out of bed after living in the ICU for more than 40 days. Because I have been so long and haven't been sick, everything is relatively new. He has taught me a lot of experience. I think I really appreciate him.
On September 28, the operation day, which can be said to be a very nervous day, it was very uncomfortable to fast from the previous night. The operation was scheduled to be in the afternoon. It can be said that at noon, I felt very uncomfortable and wanted to eat. I remember that day, as I was on my deathbed, I explained all kinds of future events. What is the amount of debt, what is the bank password and what accounts are written on the mobile phone. The only thing I didn't do was probably to write a suicide note. I don't know what my mother's feeling is, but in that case, I felt relieved of everything.
At about 1:30, I went to the operating room. I remember chatting with the anesthesiologist when I went to the operating room, and then I inexplicably completed the preparation for epidural anesthesia. At last, with the indescribable visual distraction induced by anesthesia and the sudden silence around me, I entered the state of anesthesia. When I woke up, it was already 6 o'clock in the afternoon in the ICU. I heard the doctor's report of 500cc of intraoperative bleeding, and it was very smooth. At that time, I still felt sleepy, so I squinted and fell asleep.
The life in the ICU is really difficult. After two days in the ICU, I felt the vulnerability of people. Five tubes were inserted into the body, one infusion pump and one pain relief pump passed through the CVC device on the neck to continuously infuse fluid day and night. If there is nothing terrible, other patients in the ICU may have brought me a lot of psychological shadow. There was an aunt who was a little old. She kept crying at night. Maybe it hurt. Then he often unplugged the ECG monitor, causing it to alarm (the sound was really loud, and he was awakened just before he fell asleep). The other was an old man who inserted a stomach tube and kept trying to cough it out. They are basically the two voices every night. Then there was an aunt who was not in good condition. She had been rescued several times. Just the night before I left the ICU, she was pulled to the operating room for open surgery. It scared me too. Because of the operation, the wound was very painful. Only the nurse can help push a pain needle to avoid excessive pain.
Later, when I went to the general ward, the doctor said that my recovery was good. One tube was pulled out gradually. Now, it has been a week since I was discharged from hospital. The overall recovery was OK.
Summary and thoughts
The experience of getting sick this time made me feel that it was really no good without Buddhism. It seems that I have changed from the guy who didn't want to lie flat to the one who had to lie flat. After getting sick, I had time to chat with friends, and also reused microblog, WeChat and QQ. Sometimes I think it's better to broaden my horizon. Previously, I didn't eat well for work, but now I can't eat any more. It was very touching that everyone remembered me, sent me condolences, and also came to see me. Thank you very much. I hope there will be good luck after the disaster. After all, this operation made me realize that I really want to live well.