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the nurse came in and said he had developed atrial fibrillation at around 140 beats per<br />
minute. When he heard that, he said "oh shit". On that night, the atrial fibrillation scared<br />
him, because he held out hope of beating the cancer, or at least delaying death, and he<br />
was starting to feel physically better. He was right, by the way. He had some good times<br />
after that night, cancer be damned.<br />
This night was different than that night in a key way: The cardiologist took us in, and told<br />
him that he was experiencing not just atrial fibrillation, but atrial flutter. The top of dad's<br />
heart was beating around 300 times a minute, but only about 1/3 to 2/3 of those impulses<br />
were being transmitted to the bottom of his heart. This time, dad didn't say "oh shit". In<br />
fact, he had little reaction at all. His body had already told him more than the cardiologist<br />
ever could. I again recited my understanding of dad's DNR instructions in front of dad and<br />
the cardiologist, and made sure that everybody understood his wishes.<br />
** Email: Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2012 17:34:48 -0700<br />
Subject: Update 17:27<br />
No ct results yet<br />
The cardiologist was just in. He said the prognosis was bad. He apologized for not having<br />
"anything good" to tell us.<br />
The top of dads heart is beating around 300 times a minute. About 1/3 to 2/3 of the<br />
electrical beat signals do not get transmitted to bottom of the heart, and they're trying to<br />
reduce that number. He says this condition doesn't usually yield cardiac arrest. The<br />
bigger problem he says is no oxygen from the lungs. Without oxygen "nothing works". So<br />
cardiologist is quite pessimistic.<br />
<strong>My</strong> subjective evaluation of his appearance and affect is also pessimistic.<br />
Mom and I are both having trouble seeking a path that ends <strong>with</strong> him going home, but of<br />
course we're hoping.<br />
Sent from my iPhone **<br />
The medications dad needed to stabilize his heart were too much for his chemoweakened<br />
veins. They had nothing but trouble putting in IV lines during dad's prior<br />
hospitalization, and this time they needed to put some medication in that was not well<br />
suited to a regular IV anyhow. They wanted to put in a central line (an IV that goes<br />
directly into a very large blood vessel, in this case a subclavian central line). He appeared<br />
to consent, but the nurse was no longer sure that dad was sufficiently alert to consent.<br />
Mom and I knew dad better than the nurse, of course, and we were able to see that he<br />
was sufficiently cogent to consent. Mom said to do it. Interestingly, dad then engaged in a<br />
conversation (such as he could, pulling the BiPAP mask to the side) asking the nurse<br />
about the preferred placement of the central line. The nurse's concern regarding dad's<br />
ability to consent was not <strong>with</strong>out basis, however. He was periodically losing<br />
concentration, <strong>with</strong> his eyes rolling up or closing.<br />
** Email: Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2012 17:56:06 -0700<br />
Subject: Re: Update 17:27<br />
They are putting an emergency central line in. We are being sent out since it is a sterile<br />
procedure. Nurse refuses to accept dads consent because he's too sick and out of it. She<br />
is looking to mom for consent.<br />
They won't say it out loud, but he's crashing.<br />
Sent from my iPhone **<br />
Blood oxygen saturation. It seems like a rather arcane thing, but it turns out to be critical<br />
in situations like this. The math is pretty simple -- if there is enough oxygen in your blood,<br />
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