So I’m gearing up to start chemo on June 2. Since I’m not one to do things the easy way, 3 weeks after surgery I tested positive for COVID (thanks 2nd graders for that). Luckily I had just normal cold symptoms, but it still sucked. I was back to work that week (working from home), and talking to patients all day long is exhausting under normal circumstances, but trying to suppress a cough the whole day (sucking on cough drops) is super annoying. Once I was out of the 10-day quarantine period, I was like, ok, feeling better, on to chemo! But no. The universe had one more surprise for me in store……a kidney stone.
On Monday 5/23 I finished my work day at about 3:30pm. At precisely 3:36pm, I started to feel what I thought were bad menstrual cramps (albeit only on the left side). I quickly checked the app on my phone to see when my period was due (because otherwise I have no idea!), and it was supposed to be 12 days away. By the time I checked the app, the pain was in my left flank, in my lower back just above my hip. It was pretty intense, but I walked to the bus stop to meet my daughter. While standing there for the 3 minutes before the bus came, the pain progressed from a 6 to an 8, on a scale of 0-10. My mind immediately thought kidney stone, because that is a classic presentation. I had never had a kidney stone before. So as we walked (I hobbled) back home from the bus stop, my mind was racing….what else could cause this pain? I worried that it was something to do with my surgery, since that was in the left pelvic area, but the pain was higher than the area of surgery. Or, is my ovary twisted? Ovarian torsion is apparently extremely painful, because the ovary’s blood supply gets cut off with the twist. I didn’t know what it was, but the pain was getting worse and I knew I couldn’t just wait around for it to go away. I texted my husband to tell him I needed to go to the ER. I got in bed and curled up in the fetal position and cried (the first of many cries to come). He got home as soon as he could and packed an overnight bag for me just in case. He dropped me off at the ER (no visitors allowed in the waiting room), at the same hospital where I had my surgery. We could have gone to a local ER (not attached to a hospital), but I wanted all my records available to the doctors. I checked in, and cried as I signed the paperwork. I sat in the waiting room for a total of 4 hours, with my pain at a 10. I couldn’t sit still, kept shifting in the chair, crying quietly to myself. Anyone who knows me knows that I have a high pain tolerance and I hide my pain well. However, I think it was a culmination of all of the crap I’ve been through in the last few months, and then 10/10 pain on top of that. So some of the crying was a pity party for myself. Why me??? Why do I keep having bad luck??? I was glad that they had each waiting room seat partitioned off with frosted plexiglass, so less people could see how pathetic I looked. I was beyond caring at that point, though. I didn’t cry when I was diagnosed with rectal cancer. I didn’t cry when they told me I needed an ileostomy. I didn’t cry after my painful surgery. I didn’t cry when they told me I needed chemo. But this….whole ‘nother level.
After the 4-hour wait, they got me to a room in the ER. That’s when the waterworks really started. I cried and cried and cried. I was in soooooooo much pain. It was a 10, but then it got even worse! Didn’t think it was possible. It was definitely worse than labor pain. I mean, yeah, labor is bad, but you can breathe through the contractions and they END. This was a nonstop worst pain of my life, I imagined I was birthing a baby through my ureter. That’s what it felt like. The doctor came in and immediately saw my distress. He asked his questions, then left to order pain meds and a CT. I have a port implanted in my chest for chemo, and the nurses accessed it so I didn’t have to have an IV in my arm. All meds and fluids could be given through my port (her name is Portia). Portia to the rescue! Or so I thought. The nurse gave me Dilaudid, which is a strong opioid pain medicine. She came back a few minutes later to see how it helped, and it hadn’t helped AT ALL. So she gave me a second dose, and nothing changed.
Meanwhile, they took me for the CT. So I still hadn’t stopped crying, and I cried while in the CT scanner. I felt like such a baby for all the tears, but they weren’t letting up. It was still a 10/10 during the CT. When I got back to the ER, the nurse gave me some Toradol (a strong anti-inflammatory), and within minutes that helped the pain (FINALLY!). Of course, since I am THAT patient, I checked my CT results on my phone even before the doctor came in to discuss it. The CT did not see a stone. WTF?? There was dilation of the left renal pelvis (where the ureter comes out of the kidney) and dilation/inflammation of the left ureter, “likely secondary to a recently passed stone”. Ok. Where is the stone then? There was a large cyst on the ovary (measured at 4 cm). The doctor came in and was stumped. He thought my pain could have been caused by a kidney stone, or maybe a kidney infection. Except my urinalysis showed basically nothing except a few white blood cells. No microscopic blood (which you would expect with a kidney stone). I was still in quite a bit of pain, so he sent me for a pelvic ultrasound to rule out ovarian torsion, and to look at the cyst more closely.
During the ultrasound (which happened about 30 minutes after I received the Toradol), my flank pain was melting away. By the time I got back to the room, it was a 3/10. So much relief! The ultrasound did not show ovarian torsion, and the cyst (which was measured at 6 cm with ultrasound) appeared to be a peritoneal inclusion cyst surrounding my ovary, not an actual ovarian cyst. I’m not really sure if peritoneal inclusion cysts normally cause pain, but since it was on the left, and in the pelvis, it was just another red herring to have to consider. Apparently these cysts can form after surgery.
Well, since the ER doc was stumped, and he was worried about my cancer/recent surgery history, and the fact that I was starting chemo in 10 days, he decided to admit me for pain relief/observation. He was favoring pyelonephritis, a kidney infection. Of course they didn’t have a hospital room available, so I slept on and off on the ER stretcher that night. At about 3am, I was woken up by the admitting hospitalist. He heard my story, and was highly favoring kidney stone as the diagnosis, and I completely agreed with him at that point. I had a classic presentation, but it was weird that they didn’t see it on the CT scan. It definitely hadn’t passed by that time, evidenced by my 10/10 pain in the CT scanner. There is a possibility that it was hiding between the cuts of the CT images. The images “skip” small sections of the body as it scans. If the cuts are 5mm in size, and the stone is 3mm, it could have positioned itself just out of view. That would be my luck. My cancer has proven to be quite elusive to diagnose, as well as that pesky one positive lymph node. It seems my body is very modest and wants to keep stuff out of view. Jerk.
So I was admitted, and given antibiotics to cover a kidney infection. When I got to my room at 5:30am, I couldn’t fall back asleep right away. My pain was minimal (thank goodness!) but I was exhausted. I dozed on and off that morning. The rounding hospitalist came in around 2 pm, and was stumped as well. She said that given my upcoming chemo, they want to make sure to treat any infection, so she would err on the side of pyelonephritis and treat accordingly with antibiotics. But she was confused because it didn’t sound like pyelo…I didn’t feel sick prior to the pain, the pain was so sudden, I had no fever, urine was pretty clean. It’s weird to be a patient AND a medical provider, trying to work out your own differential diagnoses from a hospital bed. She was very nice and included me in the decision-making (I didn’t tell her I was a PA but it seemed she knew, probably from the admission note). She said it’s possible it could have been a stone that passed, since my pain was now minimal. It was about a 1 while I was talking to her. She agreed to discharge me, and asked if I wanted any pain meds to use at home, and I said no (I would regret that decision later).
My port, Portia, was connected to the IV fluids. When the nurse was readying me for discharge, she disconnected the IV line, and taped up the loose end to my skin. I was like “um, I’m not going home with this line sticking out of my chest….my chemo isn’t until late next week!”. She was insistent that my port should stay accessed, and made it sound like it would stay accessed all summer while going through chemo (even though infusions would be 3 weeks apart). I was adamant that she call the IV team and find out for sure. I couldn’t imagine going through life with tubes hanging out of my chest! The port is put in so chemo is easier, not harder! Anyway, the IV team confirmed that they would NOT let me go home with all that stuff, and they came to take it out. At least the floor nurse learned something that day. Happy to teach.
So I went in Monday night, and got discharged Tuesday evening. At discharge, my pain was starting up again, and was probably a 4 on the drive home. It got worse that night. I slept on the couch with a heating pad on my left back. Wednesday the pain fluctuated, anywhere from a 3 to a 7 that night. I cried again, thinking I would need to go back to the ER (which I absolutely didn’t want to do). I was taking ibuprofen and tylenol around the clock, and I’m not sure if it helped. I realized that even if I had said yes to the pain meds, she probably would have given my oxycodone, which likely wouldn’t have touched the pain (since Dilaudid didn’t). Thursday and Friday I worked at my desk, seeing patients, with a heating pad stuck up the back of my shirt. Even now (Saturday) I am sitting here with the heating pad. The heating pad seems to help a little, if for nothing else, just to distract my nerves from the sharp pain happening underneath.
I am 100% convinced it is a kidney stone. My urine culture came back as negative, no infection at all. All of the descriptions of kidney stones I’ve read on line, plus talking to a few friends who have been lucky enough to have had a kidney stone: my symptoms are classic. I get a crampy pain in my left flank every time I empty my bladder. Which makes me think the stone is at the bottom of the ureter, sitting at the edge of the bladder. The internet tells me it can take up to 6 weeks for a small kidney stone to pass!!! Oh my god. So I have potentially weeks more of this, in addition to starting chemo. I have an appointment with my PCP on Tuesday, so I will discuss it then with her. I hope it passes this weekend! I am drinking a ton of fluids (which I hate to do because it always makes me feel nauseous to have a lot of fluid in my stomach), and peeing a lot (which I hate to do because it hurts more).
So send me all your kidney-stone-please-pass-soon vibes. My next post will be about the start to my chemo journey…unless something else happens in the next 6 days…