As I write this, from beside my hospital bed, I’ve spent the last eight days in two different hospitals. All of that time has been the investigation phase, as the doctors try and work out what’s going on.
It started two weeks ago, just feeling sick. I thought I had eaten too much, but the feeling didn’t go away. Then I noticed my urine had become very dark, and it was hurting to pee. My GP had some blood tests done, when we went in for the test results the she said my liver function was off the chart and I should go straight to hospital.
The early diagnosis was gallstones, but an ultrasound ruled that out. Then a CT scan found a growth on my pancreas, that was compressing my bile duct. The lack of bile flowing through was the reason for my symptoms. An MRI scan has since established a very high chance the growth is cancerous. Tomorrow they are putting an ultrasonic camera down my throat for a definitive look.
If tomorrow confirms what the doctors suspect, then major surgery awaits.
Waiting in hospital
This blog post isn’t seeking sympathy (I’m getting lots of support from family, friends and work colleagues). Rather this, and subsequent posts, are more like a personal diary to keep track of the timeline, and a record (in my own words) of whats happening.