My Kidney Biopsy Report is In

Remember the very important Kidney Biopsy procedure I had a little more than a week ago to determine if my cancer is also spreading to my heart, a rare and serious condition known as Amyloidosis? Well, the final relults are in you can put a big mark the win column in my battle against multiple myeloma!!!! 

The results are very good, though my very personal fight against this nasty, sneaky, and life changing form of cancer still rolls on every day. The great news from my oncologist, Doctor Anderson, allows us all to breathe easier today. Here is a part of the email from Doctor Anderson. 

“Good news, no amyloidosis. 

I will have to see how your heart makers behave before deciding if we need to ask for a heart biopsy in the coming weeks but we may be able to avoid it since no signs of amyloid in the kidneys.”

Last week Doctor Anderson felt I was doing well enough, despite being visibly tired, that he felt it was ok give me a much needed week of from Chemo treatments. Now the good news about the kidney biopsy is delivered. Let’s all celebrate! Knowing we still have a long road to hoe. 

Completed Kidney Biopsy 

I hope another step on the road Stem Cell Surgery was accomplished today with the completion of a kidney biopsy procedure.  

Waiting to go in to surgery

The hour long out patient survey took place at UT Southwestern Hospital in Dallas, as was needed to see if my Multiple Myeloma cancer has spread to my heart, a condition known as amyloidoses

The thinking is that it’s safer on Multiple Myeloma patients to do a kidney biopsy rather than a heart biopsy. 

The rusults, which should be available in four to five days, hopefully will show a decrease of amyloidoses, 

Rolling into Kidney Biopsy surgery

enough that I can transition past Chemo and look ahead to stem cell transplant surgery. 

Surgery went well. For the most part. 

I have my port. To be specific I have my Power Port. The surgery to remove my chest catheter and install the port went well the other day, but not without a few bumps in the road. 

My son Evan was my ride for the day because I had very strict instructions that I would not be able to drive after the procedure. 

The appointment was for 9am, with the actual surgery for 11am and things were going well to start as I got checked into a nice room at UT Southwestern complete with a TV.  My nurse, Swann, was very nice and got me started with the usual taking of vital signs and so forth. All was good. 

Then, 11am past and became 11:30 and then noon and I started to get a little antsy as well as hungry and thirsty because I was fasting. I asked Evan to open the door because I wanted to reach out to the next person who walked by as to why this was taking so long? So, mI got the attention of the next nurse that walked by and explained my situation and she said she would go check why there was a delay. 

Another nurse, still no Swann, came in and a bit dramatically explained that they were having unforeseen problems with the surgery ahead of me but that it should be “just a bit longer” before they got to me. I inquired what type of procedure the person with the problems was having and she said the same as mine. Now I was late and nervous. 

Noon became 1pm and my hunger and thirst continued to grow, plus I imagined a team of doctors struggling to keep the poor person ahead of me alive. On top of that, Evan was watching soccer! 

Now i’m getting a bit angry and told the nurse that I needed a firm time or I would just reschedule the whole thing. Then I got to thinking that the main reason to get the port installed was so that I could take a shower for the first time since being in the hospital back in January. So, saying I wanted to come back another time was indeed a bluff. It wasn’t working anyway because I was told these things happen and they want to give the patient having issues the needed focus. I couldn’t argue with that. 

Finally, at around 2:30, they came to get me. Naturally I was thrilled and couldn’t wait to get things going. 

The surgery itself was pretty routine with one interesting tidbit. The doctor performing the procedure kept asking me if we had met before becaus my name was familiar and so was my voice. Then he asks if I had been in this hospital and went thru some confusion. I said said yes and he said that was it and that he was the one who installed the chest catheter back in January and that he remembered me because I was really sick and having a rough time. He said, “you look a lot better than you did that day”. 

They knocked me out and an hour later I had my port!