Getting Stabbed (and Glued) in the Back
“I was definitely awake. It's always a little scary to be awake on an operating table. ”
I've tried sitting straight up. Lying down. Lying on my side. And everything in between. I'm just trying to find a position that will somehow lessen the pain. The vertebroplasty, called the "glue thing" from now on, was, well, interesting. I was awake through all of it. I was getting drugs, so I'm sure that I wasn't as wide awake and lucid as I thought. But I was definitely awake. And it's always a little scary to be awake on an operating table.
My doctor, who is one of the pioneers of this procedure, was very good about telling me what he was doing. He had to hammer the needle into the bone, which didn't really hurt, but was a little jarring. When he did inject the cement -- well, that hurt. The pain cut through the drugs.
It's very funny, they left some of the cement out in the operating room. When it cooled and hardened, they figured the cement in my body had done the same. Then I had to lie on my back for more than an hour. Under the circumstances, that was agony. Even the pain pills didn't help much.
One of the things they warn you about is the possibility that they may hit a nerve doing all this. And I think they did, the muscles across my stomach have been killing me. That should wear off in a few days. In the meantime, well, it hurts.
But the doctor did two vertebrae, and was happy with the way it all went. One glimmer of good news: The vertebra we had worried about the most, the one with the biggest tumor, was very strong. He had to work to get the needle into it. He thought that meant that most of the tumor was already dead, killed by the radiation I had a while back. That would be very good news, indeed.
So, the glue thing is done. Today I'll have another RFA on my lung and a cryoablation on my rib. How my body is going to react to all this in the space of two days is unclear. My bet is it won't be happy. And it will communicate that unhappiness. It's all progress, I guess, so I tell myself that it's all worth it. And I know that it is. But having been stabbed in the back yesterday, and being stabbed in the front today, this is another one of those times when you are reminded that cancer sucks.
7:05 AM ET | 08- 9-2007 | permalink

