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The attending physician and my oncologist consulted and came up with a treatment plan to prevent more clots. While I am in the hospital, I will go on a higher dose of Lovenox (3 doses, 12 hours apart). I was taking Lovenox after being discharged from the Reston hospital and ended up in the ER 5 days later with another clot, but the doctors think the higher dose will be more effective. After the third dose, they will test my blood for anti-factor Xa. Although it sounds like a weapon used by a Marvel superhero, it is a way to measure blood coagulation. If the results are good, then I can go home on Friday and continue taking Lovenox. If not, then we go back to the drawing board.

I got a big piece of good news yesterday. In addition to the reduced lung inflammation, the radiologist noted that the cancerous nodules are a bit smaller. These are early signs that Tagrisso seems to be working!

I felt much better after hearing this news and having a plan in place. Nonetheless, it is hard to go back to feeling out of breath after walking 10 feet to the bathroom, even while using oxygen. Pulmonary embolisms are no joke. I was telling Leland that I feel like I'm back at square 2, but he reminded me that I'm not because I haven't spent 2 weeks lying in bed. Still, the setbacks are discouraging. 

Leland and Lily took me outside for a while last night with my IV pole and oxygen tank. We visited and watched the sunset with a friend who is also hospitalized here. I also enjoyed visits with several other friends throughout the day. 


Once again, I urge you to pay attention to your body and advocate for yourself. The signs earlier this week were subtle: my heart rate was a bit higher, the walk to campus felt somewhat harder than usual, I needed more oxygen, and even on the higher oxygen my saturation rate was low. I could have waited a couple days to see what happened, but instead I called my oncologist and she recommended the CT scan, which, along with the ultrasound, led to the discovery of the enlarged clots. A friend who visited yesterday relayed how long she had to fight to get her son diagnosed with what turned out to be Crohn's disease -- and how one doctor after another dismissed her concerns and her son's symptoms. 

If in doubt, check it out.

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    1. It is a very good news that your cancer medication is working. I hope your oxygen saturation levels improve soon so that you can regain your strength.

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  2. Thanking God with you for the smaller cancer nodules!! In solidarity, made your pasta fresca recipe today for dinner and got the blue nail polish! Praying for continued healing and good anticoagulation results.

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    1. Thank you! Glad I could spread the joy of pasta with salsa fresca and colorful nail polish.

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  3. Wow Esther so right about listening to your body. Relieved to have a little good news! Big hugs. Henson

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    1. Thank you! Now I have to get well enough to travel to Barbados...

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  4. Thank you for sharing your progress, difficulties, and emotions. It is so real and I can stand before you and feel how you feel, and pay attention to my body as well. JH

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  5. So glad cancer cells shrinking! To God be the glory. You’re right that blood clots are absolutely no joke. Go easy walking. You’ll be off oxygen and breathing room air before you know it. Be gone blood clots in the name of Jesus!!! Big hugs 🤗 Amen for the good news blessing! 🙏🏽

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