The reason I say "supposedly" quarantined me, is because they put me in a private ER room and gave me a mask of oxygen but they kept the door open and whomever came in was suppose to have a mask on as well, but didn't. They were suppose to keep germs away from me because my immune system was close to nothing.  I was in that room approximately 14 hours, then they sent me to ICU and I ended up staying in the hospital for 10 days. I had a stomach infection and my immune system was very low, I had diarrhea. I felt terrible because I could not make it to the toilet in time and the nurses and cna's constantly had to clean me up. I appologized all the time to them and they would say, "it is okay, don't worry of it, that is part of our job and you cannot help it".  The nurses in that area were wonderful. The third shift cna happened to be my beautiful cousin. She has such a warm and tender heart.  She took care of me so wonderfully.  She gave me warm sponge baths every morning which felt great, did everything to make me as comfortable as possible. It was hard because I was in such pain but she was there.....I had many wonderful visits from my family, extended family and friends. I have a hard time remembering all of them tho because I was on morphine and it really zones me out.. I do remember a group of ladies that I used to work with came all the way there to see me and they wouldn't let them stay becasue they had to put, yet another IV in my arm for a CT scan of my belly.  I felt bad that they couldn't stay.  One of them came to the bed and was crying. I told her not to, that I was going to be alright,,, she was like another mom to me at work,  I had a few of them there..

Well, I finally got out of that hospital visit and was home recovering. Feeling pretty darn good and back to my normal routine of taking my daughter to school and taking care of my son and the housework, shopping, ect...... A week passed and I woke one morning with my left arm really hurting. I thought that I had slept on it wrong at first. I tried shaking it off. Then the thought hit me that I may be having a heart attack, so I took some deep breaths and coughed real hard for about a minute. It seemed to feel a little better, but nothing else was happening to me, so I decided that "whew" it wasn't a heart attack. I got my daughter dropped off to school and when I got home I called my doctor and he said that he wanted to see me since it was my left arm...  He sent me first to have a dopplar done on it since he couldn't see anything with an x-ray. The dopplar came back negative. He said to keep it elevated and to use a heating pad on it and let him know how it was working. Well, my son had an appointment a couple days later and I told him that it was still hurting pretty bad. By the following Sat. he told me to get to the ER.. here I go again!!!  Well, they took me back right away again. I had to go down for a Venogram.  They have such a hard time finding a vein in my left arm, but they had to put it in my hand this time so that the dye would start at the bottom of my arm and work it's way to the shoulder area. The venogram is something that I really don't want to experience again. It was like an x-ray table with a slider above you only they run it right across y our body, literally touching it. I thought they were going to pop my good boob and break a few of my ribs....... Well, here is the good part. When they were done with me, they were suppose to call back down to the ER to have someone come and take me back down there. So, they wheeled my gurney out into the hallway, didn't put on the break. I'm laying there and realized that I needed to go to the bathroom really bad. This was actually after a while and I realized no one was coming to get me.  The call button was on the other side of the hallway and the whole entire area was desolate.  I kept saying "hello, is anyone there?, hello???hello????"  no answer. I was starting to turn green from having to pee so bad. I couldn't get the railing down cause that is done on the outside of the bed. I couldn't slide down off the end cause they didn't put the break on, help!!!  Finally a nurse was bringing someone else down for an x-ray and I asked her to help me out. I finally got to go pee and got back down to the ER. My mom and husband laughed when I told them what had happened... Come to find out I had a blood clot in my subclavian and it was caused from the medi-port that was put in in Dec. for my chemo!!!  Lovely, huh????  They started me with blood thinners. One is a shot that they give in the leg, damn that one stung like crazy. Then the other was by mouth. I spent another 10 days in the hospital. I got a bit of pneumonia from that visit too... yeah!!!! I was on antibiotics, blood thinners, breathing treatments, I also believe that trip entailed receiving blood as well as my count was pretty low... I had to keep my arm elevated. It must have weighed at least 25 lbs, at least that is what it "felt" like. It was pretty swollen tho. I couldn't hardly get my wedding band off, but knew I  had to take it off or they would have to cut it off. I gave it to my hubby for safe keeping (it wasn't an expensive ring $20 max, but it is the meaning). I finally got to put it back on about 2 days before I got to come home. I also got my medi-port removed during that hospital stay. Let me tell you, they are easier coming out than they are getting put in.....