It’s been a helluva week.
My MIL has been in (and out and back in again) hospital for the past 2 weeks as a result of lumps in her chest, plus acute pain in the abdomen and lower back pain. It was suspected Lymphoma (cancer) and originally also Tuberculosis (TB). In her first week in hospital, the case for TB was dismissed. Lymphoma was the key suspect. We all braced ourselves for the worst. K and I started to take the Tu little ones in for visits in order to help bolster her mental strength during her more painful episodes and we all stayed strong.
The day after our third (and most positive) visit, MIL was discharged and allowed to go home to self administer her pain relief. Odd, we thought, but fair enough if she felt well enough. The only thing left to do was to await test results anyway.
2 days later she was back in hospital. The pain had become too much bear – to the point that she was vomitting and couldn’t hold down her painkillers. Her new Dr (at the A&E in BRI) diagnosed within 24 hours that she was infact suffering from extra pulmonary TB and that it had travelled to her lymph nodes, hence the lumps. One of these lymph lumps is apparently now compressing on a nerve ending causing her the acute pain. She has now begun the course of antibiotics to begin the journey of treating it.
Of course, now we *all* need to be tested for TB.
Not normally a worry, I know, as we’ve all had our top-up holiday vaccinations for TB, and both the little ones had their BCG jabs when they were tiny.
However. I’ve had a cough for the past month or more. Severe & chesty for 4 weeks. Now lingering and mildly chesty for the past week. The kids inevitably caught the cough from me roughly 2 weeks ago. On top of this they’ve also caught hand, foot and mouth disease (courtesy of the sand pit at the Little Man’s nursery). He’s been home from nursery all week and today began to show signs of cabin fever as he skipped his afternoon nap. Both of them are giving off pain-striken wails with each spoonful of food I feed them, although funnily enough there are no wails of pain when junk food is devoured… hmm…
So, I’ve arranged to get my chest xray (standard procedure for TB screening) before the weekend. My thinking is that if I can get myself found to be totally clear, then the chances of the kids having transmitted TB are even slimmer. Close to minute, I hope tbh.
In addition to this, K, who had my cough/cold last week, also lost a filling which laid bare a nerve. Immense pain for roughly 12 hours until he could get emergency root treatment to tide him over until the appointment for a root canal and crowning.
So, all in all, it’s not been a good run of luck in the health department recently. Thankfully, I have a weekend in the Lakes booked for my good childhood friend’s hen celebrations. I’ve requested my own bedroom for fear of contaminating everyone with TB – and might even end up with my own little cottage (probably with a black ‘X’ painted on the door)! And even though this week-in with the kids has actually been quite pleasant, I’m sure by this time tomorrow evening I will be desperate to zip off and have some time away!