Hi
On Saturday I went to Bristol (by train) to see my son and to be with him when he had his chemotherapy session on Monday 22 April (last session is in two weeks).
On Sunday, I didn't feel too good - I was getting very breathless.
On Monday we went to the Bristol Royal Infirmary (BRI) for 10.15am when his chemo session started. The session ended at about 3pm. During that time I began to feel really unwell and when I stood up to put my coat on and go back to my son's house, I was really short of breath (SOB). Two of the nurses in the Oncology Department came to my aid and one suggested that it was perhaps a panic attack - if I had had the breath to speak I would have said that I was not panicking.
At about 3.15pm I was in the BRI Accident and Emergency Department with my son (the poor boy was really anxious).
I had blood tests, X-rays, answered lots of questions (well, my son answered most of them for me) and was given the most amazing care from the medical staff who looked after me.
I said that although my condition has not yet been confirmed I had been told that I had COPD and emphysema. I also said that I was on Warfarin (I seem to love having DVTs and PEs!!!)
The outcome was that the A&E consultant thought I had another PE!!
I was given some medication and although discharged at about 8.45pm was told to ring 999 should anything else happen.
My son and I went back to his home where there was a gorgeous chicken casserole ready for us courtesy of my son's partner, Laura.
To end a bl**dy awful day, David and Laura had a row. Only Laura and I ate the casserole.
My husband didn't want me to take the train home so he drove up from Cornwall this morning, collected me and drove back down again this afternoon.
I really wish confirmation of what is wrong with me would come soon but I'm still on antibiotics and can't have the spirometry test until I have been off them for six weeks.
I'm sorry for being a 'moaning minnie' - it's just that I wanted to tell somebody in the 'know'.
PS - the BRI is wonderful!