I thought I was dying

It's been so long since I've written, and so much has happened with my cancer.

Well, it turns out that the Taxol did stop working like we thought so I stopped that and had another PET scan in July 2nd. the PET scan showed that my liver lesion has grown quite a bit, as well as some lymph nodes, as well as some new lymph nodes. My bones seemed stable.

I had prayed really hard before the scan that I could just be okay with the results and not get too down.  That really helped, because I didn't feel too discouraged. So Dr. Esplin prescrbed Xeloda to take along with the Piqray I'd been on for a few months.

I started those on a Friday night. The dosage is 3 pills in the morning and 3 at night.
Sunday morning , my birthday, I experienced some severe nausea. When I went to throw up, the pressure in my head was so painful.  That night or the next, (all a blur) I took my pills and I threw them up right away and my head felt unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I started screaming in pain and was on the floor. The next morning was set for a brain MRI cause Esplin thought I could have tumors in my brain. As I was getting ready, I just coughed and my head split again.  There's really no way to describe it. Something like upon breathing after coughing or vomitting, whatever blood flow was cut off and then as it spread to my head again it was like swords all over my head just stabbing me. We hurried and got in the car and I'll be honest, I literally thought I was dying. I was telling Kevin every last thing I could think of because I was sure I wasn't going to make it.  They gave me a Valium which helped a bit just because it made my muscles relax a bit.

Esplin called me a few hours later and said the scan was clear. He didn't know what could be the cause as he's never seen this with my medications. When the severe symptoms subsided a bit, I felt a bit better, but my head still ached so badly with every heart beat.

In the meantime I stopped taking my new chemo pill Xeloda. Wednesday was okay as I didn't feel nauseous but then Thursday evening  it happened all again. If it was possible that this could be worse, it was. Kevin called 911 and it took forever for the ambulance to arrive.
I made Kevin send the girls to our good friends, the Smith's, because I didn't want to scare the girls with an ambulance coming, etc.  The EMT's arrived and my vitals were all good, except my blood pressure was high cause I was screaming.  They explained some thing about taking me in the ambulance and Covid....(I don't have any idea what they meant,) but Kevin took me to the ER.

They immediately gave me morphine, didn't help, more and more and more and finally it started helping a bit (I forgot to mention that the pain killers I had at home weren't even touching the pain)
So I had a CT scan, may blood tests and even a spinal tap. All of them came back clear.  I couldn't go home because my oxygen levels were too low because of the morphine.  Finally the ER doc gave me a cranial nerve block. It was awesome, they sent us home which was 6:00 in the morning at that point and we slept. By 11 the block had worn off and the pain was back.  So I was in bed for the weekend with pain killers, etc. 
Monday, I was able to talk to Esplin again and he ha done some research and found a few cases of people on Piqray that had similar symptoms, even after a couuple of months on it.  So at this point he took me off of everything.  I waited and by Thursday, I was able to get up. and although I still have a headache everyday, it's so much better and I can actually do stuff.

In the meantime, he also scheduled an appt. with the radio- oncoloagist this coming Tuesday, about radiating my C7 in my neck because I have a lesion there and we though it may be encroaching on a nerve or something.

So by Friday, he wanted me to start back on Xeloda but start one pill and then gradually get up to a full dose.  So we'll see how it goes.