so in august, i got a new prescription for a nasal spray from a new doctor. i also noticed my blood pressure seemed to be out of whack, going down. so i decided to go to the emergency in kemptville. and i told my wife vicki, ‘if there’s a lineup, i’m coming right back home.’ luckily, there was nobody there and i got right in. i have to mention the er doctor’s name because he started the ball rolling: dr. shawn o’donnell.
he looked me over and said, “i don’t like what i’m hearing and seeing.” he sent me for an x-ray, and when it came back, he said, “nope, this isn’t good. there’s something on one of your lungs. i’m going to book you in winchester hospital for a ct scan.” he was on top of things.
the scan was scheduled for late september, but i got a call a couple of days before from the hospital saying that my appointment was going to be bumped. but by that time, things had degenerated. i said, “no, you’re not. i can hardly breathe.” they said they would call me back. they did, and asked me to be there in 15 minutes. well, we made it in 15.
peter brown and his wife vicki, celebrating christmas last july with their family. supplied
‘i didn’t know they were setting up palliative care for me’
i had the ct scan, but things weren’t good. later than month, i had two litres of fluid drained from my left side, and the doctors planned to do a biopsy on the fluid. about a week later, i had a drain device installed on my left side that had a plug on the end, and a nurse was coming three times a week to drain the fluid.