Showing posts with label lung function tests. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lung function tests. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 November 2013

My First Visit to the Post Transplant Clinic and Week 5



I thought a post about this may be interesting, especially for those who are waiting for their transplants and just like me won't really have a clue what to expect.

Once discharged from hospital, having a transplant is not like any routine operation, there are continuing risks of getting infections because of the immosuppressants that are needed to be taken to stop your body rejecting your new organs; the level of immunosuppressants also needs to be monitored to ensure rejection is under control and tests need to be routinely undertaken to check for rejection. It is not always obvious that rejection or infection may be happening, so us patients have to monitor our own weight, temperature and lung function every day as well as being monitored by the hospital. Having a transplant requires a lifetime commitment to medication and ongoing care. There is a swap of one set of medical problems for another, but hopefully with it comes the chance for a much better quality of life than you may have been having before and a better prognosis and that is why many patients dare to take the transplant option. For many people it is a life changing experience. 

When I arrived at my first clinic, it felt a bit busier and more bustling than the pre transplant clinic. Everyone seemed to know exactly what was what and I felt a bit like the newbie who didn't have clue what was going on. Rob said it felt like taking me to big school! There seemed to be a queue for the blood tests, staff were calling if there was anyone for an ECG or if there was anyone for lung function tests. To be honest I didn't have a clue what I was waiting for, so waited for someone to call me. The nurse called us pretty quick and explained all that goes on. Basically as a heart and lung transplant patient I need to have an ECG, lung function tests, x ray and blood tests each time I come. Everyone arrives at a similar time and you just have whatever test you need as you wait, so if someone calls 'anyone need a lung function test' and you do, you just go and get it. If there is a queue for blood tests, then you might pop and get your x ray or ECG while you wait. Pretty quickly I had all my tests done and then you have to wait a litte while to see the consultant to discuss results and any problems or queries. 

The blood results come in the following day, if all is ok then you don't hear anything, if any medication needs adjusting, such as the Prograf (tacrolimus), the transplant nurse phones and tells you what adjustments need to be made. So all pretty much simple and straight forward stuff, similar to the pre transplant clinic, but you organise yourself and take responsibility a bit more. 

It takes the whole morning more or less, my visit took a little longer as I needed a few extra things doing, such as having some stitches removed and needing some extra medication from the pharmacy. I also had a bronchoscopy booked for the afternoon, which is not usually routine for week four of your transplant, so they needed to put a cannula in for me too. 

So finished and done at the clinic, everything looking fine, it was off down to the Thoracic Day Ward for me, a place I know well from my Pulmonary Hypertension days. I like this small homely hospital for that, it makes you feel at ease knowing where you are going to be next and having had three bronchoscopies already by then I felt at ease what to expect for that. I was just bushwacked after an early start and long morning and it still being early days after my operation. Having a bronchoscopy means 'nil by mouth' from breakfast, so I felt starving too. I knew I must be getting better, because a week ago when I'd had this done and been 'nil by mouth' I didn't even feel hungry! 

A bronchoscopy is nothing to worry about either, I was scared when I went down for my first one as I didn't know what to expect and I don't really like the thought of people shoving things in my mouth and down my throat. They talk you through everything and everyone is kind and caring. It's always been the same staff helping too, along with the doctors  and consultants who by this stage you are getting to know well and feel very confident with. They spray your throat a little to numb it, which isn't so bad and tastes a bit like banana and then they give you an injection, this just sends me off to sleep and I know nothing of what goes on. It may be a different experience for others. I usually wake for a bit when it's done and then sleep again for an hour! So seeing as I seem to be having a lot of these at the moment, I don't worry about them at all anymore.

Although it would be good not to have to keep having these done, there is also something very comforting about the fact that the consultants are keeping a very close eye on everything, helping me to clear my new lungs while they are healing (that has been a major struggle for me at the moment and is a persistent big problem, which is ongoing) and they have also been checking that everything else is healing as it should be. I have not minded having to have a few extra bronchoscopies whatsoever to help me with this. They have explained very clearly to me why I have this problem, which is helpful for me to understand and helps me to see that things will improve. It is all to do with the wounds inside me healing up and swelling from the operation itself. Also, as a heart and lung transplant recipient I only have part of my own windpipe and the other part is from my donor, this means that nerves have been severed, these nerves normally send messages to help you cough. So I cannot cough as well as normal at the moment, but should learn how to manage this over time. As the wounds heal and the swelling recedes things are expected to improve for me over the coming weeks, which I hope will then be another huge step forward. 

After a day back in hospital like that, I found myself really tired for a few days, so just followed what my body was saying and rested plenty. I was also really pleased, happy and reassured that everything is still going well. When you first go home, the hardest thing is probably feeling a little vulnerable after you've been surrounded by doctors and nurses all the time, who just step in if things feel wrong. 

Suddenly you are then at home without this support close to you and you can feel a little bit edgy and nervous. I think coming home so soon added to this, although at the same time it was absolutely fantastic to know I was doing so well that I could come home less than three weeks after my operation. I think it is a matter of finding your feet and building up your confidence that you can cope and this begins to feel a bit easier as you begin to feel a bit better too. It is good to go back each week and get some reassurance though. It does help with your confidence to get on with your new life and  you know the team are always available on the phone to help too and I have had to ring them a few times and they have been really helpful and reassuring, however silly or small the problem. 

This week I've also had a very successful visit to my GP, thanks to a very lovely and understanding receptionist at my doctor's surgery. My previous GP, who knew all my medical history has left the practice and it was a case of making some proper contact again with a new GP, who would be able to fully understand my new complex needs and medication. When I went to see my new doctor, he had already spoken to the team at Papworth and we managed to organise who would be prescribing me what when I need new medication. Some of the medication is very expensive, so Papworth will prescribe me some and the GP is going to prescribe all the more routine stuff. Another big thing sorted out and step forward. 

I also had a visit from a local Hertfordshire Community Cardiac Nurse, this got triggered from a request from Papworth's physio for Cardiac Rehabilitation. She spent a lot of time with me and gave me some helpful tips and it is nice to know I can contact her if I need anything and that there is some support locally. I'm waiting now for an assessment for cardiac rehabilitation or pulmonary rehabilitation, the physio will assess and decide which is better. Somehow I'm feeling a bit of an odd case, because I probably fit both in some ways with my brand new heart and my brand new lungs! 

So a very productive few days since my last blog! At this week's clinic, I will know what's what, I won't feel such a newbie anymore, I should feel a little better and improved even and better still, I should be done by lunch if there are no problems, so far there is no bronchoscopy planned, so all should be less tiring. 

Onwards and upwards still! 


Friday, 25 October 2013

Home Again, Home Again!

Getting back to hospital on Sunday evening didn't feel so bad. I was still in the same room, I hadn't been sure whether I would be or not, so it all felt very normal and secure and I knew what was what. I had a gruelling few days ahead that if I'm really honest I wasn't looking forward to.

Monday started quite easily and I was shown how to take my own lung function tests. When the man came to show me how to use the little hand held device, which records it for you, we recognised each other. I had met him regularly as he had done lots of my lung function tests when I was under the PH team, so it was good to have someone I know show me. Using the little device is easy, you just take a deep breath and blow into it, you have to do it 3 times and then record the best reading in the famous little blue medication book. The lung function test has to be done every day, along with taking your temperature and weighing yourself. All these things can give indicators that you may have infection or rejection and you may feel alright and not know. If you suddenly gain a few kilogrammes, then you have to phone the transplant team; if your temperature is suddenly higher, then you have to phone the transplant team; if your lung function suddenly drops more than ten per cent, then you have to phone the transplant team. They drum it in to you, you do not sit and wait to see if things improve, you phone them straight away. This will be a bit of a learning curve for me as I'm a bit of a wait and see how I'm doing person, but I know I will not have to hesitate or it could be life threatening. I guess you learn to live with this. 

Lung Function Monitor

Tuesday came and for me this felt a big day. I had been getting myself quite worked up about it since Sunday, it was time for another bronchoscopy and a biopsy of my new lungs. The biopsy would show if there was any acute rejection. Just being newly transplanted that word 'rejection' fills me with complete horror, I think it will always scare me, but I hope over time I will be able to make an easy peace with it and live with it. They explained to me that it is quite normal to find some rejection at this point and that if this happens they will treat me with intravenous steroids for a few days then all should usually be fine. This reassures me, I have every faith that the transplant team will be able sort out whatever happens to crop up, I have to have. It is all done and dusted and I'm a bit sleepy. The plan was to go back to theatre an hour later to have my Hickman Line removed, but it was postponed at the last minute until the following day and I was glad, one procedure like that is enough for one day. It was PH clinic day and I had a lovely visit from Denise and her husband, which cheered me up. Ruth's husband popped up with a card and pressie too and I was disappointed I had put her off visiting as I had expected to be back in theatre, so I missed meeting Ruth unfortunately. I can feel a trip to Norfolk coming on when I feel better! 

The Famous Transplant Bible

The results of the bronchoscopy and biopsy would be through later in the day on Wednesday, and I was told if everything was fine, I would probably be able to go home. So I both dared to hope and dared not to! 

Wednesday came and I was taken back to the operating theatre to have my Hickman Line removed. This felt very unreal, the last time I was wheeled in there, it was for my transplant, I felt unnerved and also scared as I didn't know if this was going to be painful or not. Tuesday had felt difficult as they had had to make many attempts at putting a cannula in before my biopsy, which had been painful, three different people tried several times, my veins were just saying enough is enough! Wednesday they needed blood tests, same again, several attempts. I never used to have a problem with this, but it was all getting painful and my arms and hands were black and blue, so I didn't really feel like facing much more at this point. Probably very pathetic I know compared to what others have to go through and that's what I kept telling myself. Removal of the line wasn't too bad, it just hurt when they injected the local anaesthetic, there isn't much fat for injections on your chest and neck! Then they calmly talked me through as they did each bit. It was soon over, I had to have stitches, so I've acquired yet another war wound! 

The most significant thing for me was that the removal of the Hickman Line finalised the removal of Pulmonary Hypertension. It is all gone now, there is none left and nothing of it anymore and I am more than daring to hope for the future, hoping to go for a walk, hoping to walk round the shops, hoping to feel better again. When all these chest wounds have healed I'm going to stand under a shower and sing! One of the nurses found me in tears, I just said I'd had enough. How could anyone, unless you have had to have this medication and illness, and there are only a few of us, ever begin to understand what the moment feels like when it is gone?

The nurses worked hard all day on Wednesday to make sure everything was ready for me if I was able to go home. The Transplant Doctor came to visit me around 5 o'clock with a massive, beaming smile and told me excitedly that I had no signs of rejection and therefore I would be able to go home, which was brilliant news. Unfortunately, as well, they have found a problem with one of the 'joins' they have made to my new heart and lungs and they want to keep a close check, so I will have to have another bronchoscopy in a week's time, which they would not normally do at this point. I've also got a persistent, awful cough, which could be connected, but again, in these early stages it is hard to tell. I am going to be admitted to the day ward, so they can do all the checks they need. I am not going to worry about this, they will have had to deal with this type of problem many times before I'm sure. I'm just going to get myself home, get myself fitter and build myself up more, ready for when I go back. 

So Wednesday evening and it's home again, what a lovely feeling, this time home properly ready to start a whole new journey and new life after Pulmonary Hypertension. 

Welcome home!