Of MCTs and Pneumonia

The days seem to pass by and I am seeing them melt away. It was just yesterday that I lost Zoe. There was a blur of sadness and we got Zach from Pune. It was Diwali and he slept through the crackers and the smog. He was distant like some saint of old. Wouldn’t be affectionate with family members. But he is loved. And he loves back. In his own way. He grew up so handsome. People love the way he looks. He loves people too. I’d definitely say he takes to strangers with a tail that wags nineteen to the dozen.

Nearly eight years have passed. I fell ill with COVID in April. 4/5 of us contracted it. He was taken to a different home with Xena. Being apart from them was worse than the illness. And the sickness was truly bad. I developed viral pneumonia and nearly died around 17th. I lost my aunt. Zach loved her so. She was my last link to a childhood only she and I shared. I lost her to COVID and the chaos that became the health care system of India.

In this interim, Zach developed a boil on his stomach. It went unnoticed because of all the health problems and loss surrounding the family. Xena developed a boil in her gums. I noticed it when they returned to our home by the end of April. I thought it was a boil. I couldn’t give them a bath because of my weakness and so they were taken to a spa. I missed the boil on Zach. Brain fog and fatigue didn’t help matters. Not to mention the series of steroids, blood thinners, anticoagulants and antibiotics that were being pumped into my system.

When he developed allergies in his snout, I began treating it and it was then we began to notice that his front teeth which were already minuscule were disappearing. I checked him up and found large swellings on his gums. And the boil on his stomach. Called the vet who visits our home. The lockdown was on and so we could not take him to the vet we visit.

Got his blood work done and got some meds. But it didn’t quite help. After I began to get slightly better because the steroids were lessened and the anticoagulants were being weaned, I decided to just take him to the vet.

An FNAC was done. At home I googled his gum problem and came to the diagnosis that it is gingival hyperplasia. It’s a terrible thing. And before I could breathe after this – I had to go through CTs myself for my sinuses and chest. The score of my chest was 12/25. It didn’t show any improvement from the last CT.

Coming back from this prognosis, I received news that Zach’s tumour is a mast cell tumour. So it has to be surgically removed. I booked an appointment with the vet and he said that Zach would also need an ultrasound and X-ray to see if any cancer has spread anywhere else. The mind reels. I am not even out of pneumonia and my son gets affected by cancer.

I had to pause here because how would I be able to write what’s going on in my mind and heart exactly. There’s so much rage and so much fear. I don’t really know how to express it all. Sometimes I feel all alone. And death keeps looming around my loved ones. I don’t really care if it comes to take me. I just don’t want to die slow and I don’t want to die alone. I am super worried about Zach. I hope he goes through the surgery well and has a quick recovery. I am worried about any allergic reaction to the GA and I hope his tummy doesn’t get bad. I feel alone. And I don’t want Zach to feel scared. When he gets ill, he comes to me often. He knows that i’m the one who gives the right health care. That I’ll take care of him. I don’t know how he knows this. But he does. And I am happy I am alive for this.

My Pneumonia and Zach’s MCT

I have just been dealing with the third CT report of my chest, that indicates no improvement as such in my lungs. Because the CT score is still 12/25. Karan says that I still have pneumonia. My blood work came back regular, with the Sedimentation Rate high. But that just indicates an inflammation which we know I still have in my lungs. Karan says that there is no fibrosis. I trust his opinion.

I booked a consult with Dr Bubna, and she called and basically said that she needed a comparative report with my CTs. She didn’t mention that last time, I just got it done for an additional 500 bucks – So anyhow she wanted it so she didn’t do the consult. So, Anand and I decided to go and speak to the CT lab directly and pay them the money. So we went, and I forgot to take my second dose of pirfenex. Sigh.

We also went to Posh Pets and Roman, hunting for oral hygiene tooth pastes and gum gels and gum wipes for the kiddos. They have both developed gingival hyperplasia. Zach has got it really bad. And when we visited the vet, we also had the growth on his stomach checked. Dr Priyanka did an FNAC.

We just got the report at 2am. It is a mast cell tumour.

Now I am freaking out, wondering if it is related to the oral break out that Zach has. I am actually feeling anxious and want to burst into tears.

These months aren’t being very kind, are they?

I have already lost someone very close to me… and I just don’t want to go through loss or trauma again – it’s just too much right about now.

The Fourth Stage

I guess this is the fourth stage of grief. I cannot stop thinking about death. Especially because it surrounds me – encapsulating my entire life. There is death everywhere. Some people are oblivious of it. They don’t want to acknowledge it, much less talk about it. But you open Twitter, or Facebook, or any social media and you’ll find mention of it. Friends have stories about how they are losing loved ones. Someone I know lost his dad yesterday and he couldn’t stop crying on a voice call.

I couldn’t stop crying either. Today, I woke up with a heavy head. A hardened jaw and a blocked ear. My legs have become swollen stumps so I cannot really walk around. These are side effects of maybe Wysolone or maybe Equilis. Who knows? Right about now, I cannot even take the time to be bothered about that.

My internal pain suddenly is overwhelming for me to notice anything on the outside. I don’t know why I have been cursed with this aspect to overthink and over feel. I am sitting on the bed, and I am thinking of how Pua would come in the room, with keys in her hand, and ask me how I am doing. We would sit together and talk. She and I got along. She understood what I was saying and I understood what she had to say. We would talk of family.

No one talks of family now. Everyone talks of tests and doctors and appointments and mess ups and medicines and chemists and mucormycosis. Strange fears, stranger lives. It’s like we are trapped in some alternate reality that never belonged to us. A black hole of the second wave of COVID-19, that seems to engulf us whole.

Goodie and Munni Pua

And no one thinks of you. Or you. I sit in this room, and miss talking. I want to talk of Munni Pua. I want to know how you would look at her house, that I can see right now and miss her. Like I miss you too. Incredibly. Yep, I have reached the fourth stage where I cannot abide by anyone who talks to me – I have no strength to answer back. I am not interested in fungal infections from steroids, I am not interested in getting better right about now. Just. Not. Interested.

Yes, I also know it is a stage. Apart from the attack of COVID and the tragedy of how death overtook the family, and the constant fear of who can die next, I miss you. I wonder what you would say, Goodie Pua, if you were here. I know what Munni Pua would say, I don’t want to suffer and die, if death comes, it should come quick. Thankfully, for her, it did. I am glad for that at least.