Okay, sorry, that was lame. Just a quick update re: medical stuff...
I went to get the "big" blood test - the one for the philadelphia chromosome levels in my body - on Monday. Unfortunately it takes about six weeks to get these results, so I won't know until my doctor's appointment in the new year, which is scheduled for January 6th. We'd appreciate prayers for the chromosome level to be below the -3 mark (the 'magic' number for my condition to be considered 'safe.') when we get the results, or at least for the numbers to be continually going down (the last level was -2.29, so we're somewhat close).
Then, I must admit, something incredibly moronic happened. No, okay, I did something really really dumb. You guys all know I'm a huge fan of hockey, right? I've always thought that broken teeth was a part of hockey and if that ended up happening to me, I'd consider it a war wound. Well, last weekend, while WATCHING hockey and drinking coffee... Elliana ran up behind me and grabbed my legs, yelling enthusiastically, "Mommy!!" and I was just about to take a sip of coffee and instead of putting the mug down when I sensed her coming, I just kept it there. Yeah. Its one of those mondo-sized cups (that's the only way I do things, being a young mom and on chemo leaves me a definite caffeine addict or nothing would get done around my house - ever!) and I heard this CLANG as it hit my two front teeth.
I didn't think too much of it at first - I'd been bumped there before, the first time as a five year old on a trampoline and my three-year-old friend bounced up and his head connected with my two front teeth... I guess the tooth was a bit weaker this time around, so it actually has cracked both teeth. Yes, that's right, a coffee mug has damaged my two front teeth. Pretty badly, I must say.
So, hence the title, today I go to the dentist and discover that my dumb coffee sip will cost a significant amount of time in the dentist chair, perhaps even oral surgery (yum). In the realm of things, better than I expected, but...yeah. This could have been so much better if I was really an athlete and got my tooth punched out in a fight or something... REAL.
Anyhow... we're waiting for a few days to see exactly what the treatment will be - its possible this tooth could heal partially on its own so it needs less invasive surgery than we thought - and I guess I'd like you guys to pray that the teeth get the exact treatment they need (things are tricky with my leukemia medications) and that the damage doesn't further between now the treatment (perhaps even improve?!), and that I get used to eating soup and smoothies for awhile... and I guess that God provides for this really dumb mistake of mine! (which, considering that the BC Cancer Agency covers the $50,000/year cost of Sprycel, this isn't too bad at all, thank God for that!). Most importantly, pray that I don't freak out. I think that's my biggest weakness is absolutely freaking out when there's always something that can come around the corner to change things.
Okay, gotta run clean this place... again.... thanks again for caring enough to even check what's going on with us!! We love you guys and hope you are having a very, very good December 1st!
I did the exact same thing with a boy when I was in grade 6, ran into his head, it did break my bottom tooth. I know exactly what you are feeling about the teeth. Kieron actually fell and cracked his front tooth too and wound up getting an infection, due to the fact it was a baby tooth they pulled it but he still hasn't gotten the adult one in place.
ReplyDeleteI will continue to pray that your lab work comes back normal and that the drug is doing what it needs to do.