Tag: MUSC

  • An Un-Modest Update on My Stupid Bladder!

    Now that I have “mastered” the art of self-catheterization, it has just become part of my everyday (well every 4-6 hour) lifestyle. I am successful outside of my own bathroom and having few issues with the process. The biggest point of frustration with my bladder and the process is having to be always prepared. I have a small cosmetic bag full of any necessary supplies. Most of the time, I remember it if I am going somewhere without my wheelchair(I keep it on the back of my wheelchair).

    In the spirit of losing all modesty, medically speaking, I also want to disclose my other issues with what I like to call, “My Stupid Bladder.” I am dealing with incredible urgency issues- like a 3 year-old- who just left the house after being told told to use the bathroom before getting in the car, but of course did not have to go- issues- BOOM! They can be painful and because of recent events, I cannot move quickly to get to the toilet all the time. If I am out of my apartment, it complicates matters even more.

    Additionally, despite not being able to successfully urinate on demand, my stupid bladder leaks. This I believe is the worst symptom, as it is unpredictable, unpleasant, and embarrassing. I have found good success with my favorite Lil Helper reusable pads and “system” These usually prevent leaks from being a bigger problem, as I stubbornly refuse to start bringing a change of clothes with me places. I highly recommend them for both urinary and period issues. SO much more comfortable than disposables and such a better option for the environment. They are super easy to “deal with and clean.”

    This past Thursday, I went back to MUSC for more bladder studies and an appointment with my wonderful urologist. I completed a urodynamics video study that required not much more than my lack of care for modesty. Basically, I sat on a converted table-to-chair where various catheters were placed to record bladder “strength” and other measurements. I then received a large amount of fluid into my bladder that contained contrast material. During the filling, various x-rays were taken of my bladder and vitals were kept.

    The nurse recorded when I reported that my bladder was feeling full and would need to urinate soon, needed to urinate immediately, and feeling immense pressure to urinate. She then told me to try “going” which of course was unsuccessful. She then cathed me and I felt immediately relieved!

    After cleaning up, changing, and getting settled into a regular room, the urologist came in and started talking. The study showed that although my bladder can hold a large amount (thank you teaching), it cannot empty on its own. So in addition to being “a floppy bladder,” it also shows signs of detrusor under-activity (essentially the muscle used to empty the bladder is weak). He recommended trying an additional medication to help with all my symptoms as well as starting botox treatments for my bladder.

    Botox would be administered via the urethra and would involve many injections each treatment(30-50). None of this sounds like fun and would need to be repeated every six months or so in the urologist’s office. The upside would be that If/when it works, I should be completely dry! So that part is very exciting! I am signed up to start in 6-8 weeks.

    So there it is. There is nothing glamorous about any of this and yet the self-catheterization process is in a weird way, empowering. The learning curve was steep and medical professionals seem to always be impressed that I mastered it. I see it as one more thing to keep track of, that is needing to always be sure I have enough supplies on hand, do my part to prevent UTI’s, and keep smiling!

    I will be sure to keep you updated on my bladder, and I was about to apologize for the more “graphic/medical” approach to this post, but feel strongly that more information needs to be shared about this “private” matter. Like I said, my modesty is out the window, anyway! Please reach out to me if you have any questions, especially if you are going through bladder issues.

  • Facebook Memories: A Love/Hate Relationship

    Every morning when I awake, I do the same things. First I take off and clean my mask connected to my non-invasive ventilator, then I turn the light on, followed by checking in on my phone. The last piece always includes a look at my Facebook memories. Apparently, this day included many memories, some good, some more painful, and others are a smack in the face of my “previous life.”

    Today also marks a month that I have been home without a hospital admission since April. Almost a half of this year was spent being admitted, treated, and discharged from various local hospitals. I love being home and in my routine of things. This isn’t the life I dreamed of, but it’s important to make the most of it. I am sure I will look back at this date on Facebook and see the month milestone and laugh about it.

    According to Facebook a year ago today, I ended up admitted at MUSC. My brother drove me down to the ER and they, of course, treated me well. I so wish MUSC was closer and didn’t take an act of congress to get there.

    Facebook also reminded me that only four years ago I took on a challenge. I signed up for and completed a 15 mile swim for the American Cancer Society in honor of my Dad. I collected pledges in exchange for my hard work, swimming 15 miles in a month. It was the last time I attempted something physical from my body. Swimming has always been a part of me and I am so grateful for the times I swam in college on the swim team. Hopefully once this picc line is out, I will attempt swimming again. This memory reminds me of what I use to be. I am a finisher- 3 half-marathons, a few 10K’s and lots of 5K’s made me a runner, not a very fast one, but a finisher for sure. Now, I look forward to my latest challenge- cardio rehab and working my way towards better health.

    With the exception of self-cathing, the hardest medical learning curve was when I had a peg tube. This feeding tube was my only source of nutrition and for a while, hydration as well. I was not prepared for the emotional impact feeding tube would have on me. I was confused, lonely, and missed the socialization of eating with others. I took my formula every couple of hours, hoping and praying that I didn’t throw up. It was down right miserable. There was never a cause found for my inability to swallow or digest foods properly. Another medical mystery to be added to the list. Facebook reminded me that five years ago, I claimed my life back and the peg tube was removed.

    There were some non-medical Facebook memories as well. An awesome video of Sofi swimming in my parent’s pool for the first time when we escaped there from hurricane Florence. She was so agile then and loved getting in and out of the pool. As expected, there were memories that seem so distant to me as well. These are the memories of my professional life. The computer lab working again, meetings with parents, the stress of Sunday nights.

    I am not sure I would want to re-live any of these memories, but there are there, reminders of a life that was. I am not that person anymore. My hours spent are now my own, and the focus is on improving me, not a school or something similar. I often joke that my medical journey will “Make a nurse out of me, yet!” These memories that appear on Facebook, remind me of all the medical adventures that I have had.

    What about you? Do you check your Facebook memories? Are they good memories?

  • A Floppy Bladder and a Super Early Start-

    My arrival time for being at MUSC was 6:30am. I live over 2 hours away from MUSC and hired a new driver service for this trip. Meaning we got our day started around 4, earlier to get dressed and stuff. I was scheduled for a Cystoscopy, biopsies, and urethral dilation to help determine what is going on with my bladder and why it has stopped functioning correctly.

    The good news is that all of this was accomplished under anesthesia; if you have ever been told you need to be dilated, don’t allow them to do it without sedation- Trust me! The timing was impeccable, like a well oiled machine. Quick change and wipe down, followed by consults with the urology resident, and anesthesiologist. I met my doctor in the operating room and he was exactly as I remembered him to be, caring, detail oriented , and ready to figure out my lovely, stupid bladder. For more details about my “stupid bladder,” click on the link.

    I was quickly asleep (the way I like it!) and my wonderful doctor examined my bladder and urethra. Biopsies were taken and I was dilated to a 30 French, and a foley catheter was placed (surprise)!

    The doctor shared his results with my wonderful friend, Yvonne, who made the trip with me. I also appreciated that the doctor’s notes were already in MyChart when I checked on the way home. He is addressing my bladder as “floppy.” It is one form of neurogenic bladder dysfunction. I am intrigued to find out more information from the doctor when I have my follow up. It could be from diabetes or neurological issues (and we all know i have plenty of those).

    It looks like my floppy bladder and I are going to continue to bond over self-catherization. I am glad that I have gotten past the learning curve for this process. Now, I just need a little good luck when ordering the catheters, as they seem to get lost in the mail and everyone points a finger at someone else. More supplies to keep track of and ensure I don’t run out.

    Not sure exactly what the future holds for this uncooperative, floppy bladder. I am eager to figure it out so that I can accept what needs to be done and move on. It’s the waiting that bothers me. Well that, and the fear of running over my foley again!