The Road to Recovery
I remember reading a theory about why time seems to go faster as we get older. When we’re younger, we have less experience of the world and of the many situations we find ourselves in as we traverse it. Many situations feel novel, and we are forced to engage our minds and figure out how to navigate them. In doing so, we focus on things and give them our full attention. As we get older, we find ourselves repeating the same patterns. This repetition allows us to go about our life in more of an autopilot mode. Due to this, we do not need to focus so much, falling into similar routines with confidence. This is beneficial to us as it allows us to spend less time and energy focusing on ‘standard’ problems, allowing us to move through them with less stress and by exerting less mental energy. Another consequence of this is that time passes by faster as we find ourselves engaging less and less with the life we are living. And on that note, how on earth has it been a year since my operation?
A year ago yesterday, July 15th 2022, was my operation date. There was a heatwave in the UK when I went into hospital. I remember reading the news as I sat in the waiting room, with the article claiming it could get as hot as 40 degrees. I thought that the heat wave might make being in the hospital even more difficult but I overestimated how aware of my surroundings I would be for the next few weeks. Perhaps during that period in the hospital, I might have felt more aware of my surroundings than I believe I was now. Perhaps I was aware of my surroundings and I am doing myself a disservice by stating that I wasn’t, but I don’t remember feeling hot at any point, so I can’t have been very aware of them. It nearly hit 40 degrees in Manchester and I don’t remember complaining about it, but I’m sure I did.
As I sat in that waiting room, I was surprised by the number of people who were also there at 6:00am. It took me a few minutes to realise that everyone who was there was actually waiting to go into surgery too. It feels like a group of people waiting to go over the top in World War 1 but with next to no camaraderie; we barely looked at each other. When my name was first called, the nerves really kicked in. I was glad that I wouldn’t have to wait in the room for longer, though. As the nurse shouted “Group 1” and immediately said my name, I knew that they were preparing for this to take a while. The surgeon had told me it would probably take a while, but he never estimated anywhere near to the epic figure of 14 hours which I ended up being in surgery for. He had also not mentioned anything about a total pancreatectomy; I didn’t realise it was even possible until I woke up and was told they’d taken my whole pancreas, alongside a shopping list of other organs.
The immediate recovery was brutal. A lot of people who have had major surgery for cancer will tell you beforehand that it isn’t as bad as the chemotherapy, but I don’t feel like that. It is really hard to come back from a surgery like this. There’s a lot of pain and a lot of experiences, which are frankly life-altering, that seem to come hand-in-hand with something as complex as a total pancreatectomy.
I suffered an episode of Delirium during the recovery in hospital, where I convinced myself that the medical team had used me as an experiment to see what happens if you remove someone’s pancreas. During that episode, I demanded that I be transferred to another hospital. It then developed into me believing that I had ostracised myself from my family by kicking off in the way I had, then the treatment team, then society in general, until I finally believed that I was going to be left to die in a prison cell. All of this was happening inside of my brain whilst I ran up and down the ward being chased by medical staff and security, and with alarms going off everywhere. I don’t remember loads of the detail, only my brother crying, my wife trying to convince me to let them inject me with something, and I remember seeing blood dripping from the various places around my body where I had ripped the lines out. That was just an episode, though. The trauma might live on in my head, but I woke up the next day (after being sedated by the medical staff the day before) confused but understanding that I was wrong the day before, and that I’d fallen down a mental slope into a strange place. None of the staff held it against me at all, which genuinely surprised me. When I woke up to Anna, I was surprised she still wanted to talk to me at all. It was a single lapse which I had to move on from; the overall impact from the surgery has been very different.
Whereas the episode of delirium was a single event which I struggle to relate to now, the recovery from the surgery is a long, difficult process. Things as trivial as having to use a commode with the assistance of a nurse are humiliating as a male in his 20s – I never expected that I’d have to do something like that in this stage of my life. Other things which seem trivial on paper were also difficult… I was constantly worried about what I was eating because of the diabetes (when I already didn’t feel like eating because of the pain) and I was adjusting to the huge wound across my stomach, which constantly pulled and hurt. All of it is demoralising in different ways.
There were times in the hospital where I remember feeling like things would never get better. Even after leaving the hospital, it took a long time for those feelings to go. In some ways, I still experience many feelings of helplessness over how things have gone, but they are less severe. Everyone seems to assume that the mere fact someone has survived something like cancer means they should be ecstatic with their life, but it is impossible to feel like that all of the time. I’ve sacrificed a lot to get to where I am and although I’d do it all again, I still have to acknowledge this fact – none of this is a miracle. It took a team of extremely experienced surgeons, nurses and doctors, as well as an incredibly strong network of friends and family to get this far, and that network still has to put in a lot of work to this day. It also took an incredible amount of personal perseverance – I’ve been to the very depths of my own emotional and physical capabilities fighting this, and I still find myself being dragged there weekly, if not daily.
It isn’t actually the diabetes or the cancer or the surgery that causes those feelings for me now, it is the constant problem of feeling sick after eating, the digestion issues (which are an every-occurring problem) and the difficulty that comes with trying to acclimatise back to ‘normal’ life. I’ve had so many experiences where I am in a bar or at a restaurant and I find myself looking around me and feeling like I’m an alien. It is a stupid way to feel, as if I am the only one in the room who could have possibly suffered from such trauma, which I know isn’t true, but it is isolating nonetheless.
Yet, despite so many difficulties, I have felt a quality of life come back that was perhaps unimaginable this time a year ago. The recovery from surgery took a long time for me, and I had to go in and out of hospital a lot in the first 6 months. There were times when I genuinely wondered if it was all worth it or if I would have been better off just living out my days without having had such a major and life-changing operation. I never feel like that anymore, and things have gotten much better for me. My advice to anyone who is facing a similar surgery, whether it is a Whipple or a total pancreatectomy (assuming that the Whipple has a similar recovery arc and comes with similar digestive issues), is to be patient. The recovery is long, difficult and painful, and some of the symptoms don’t really go away. Eventually, time plays its part and it is difficult to remember what it was like before anyway. Similar to when I gave up eating meat years ago and stopped looking at the meat options in restaurants, I now look at people who eat meals without taking creon or injecting insulin as just different to me; I don’t envy them or wish things were that way for me, I just get on with the things I have to do.
Some of that adaptation requires acceptance that things have changed. Personally, I think adjusting your diet is a must, even though all of the dieticians that I have been allocated tend to focus on gaining weight. Gaining weight becomes very difficult when you cannot naturally break down fat. Also, eating enough to sustainably gain weight becomes difficult because eating a lot, or eating things which are too fatty, causes any digestion issues to flare up more easily. If I eat a big meal these days, I feel horrible afterwards. My stomach aches, I feel sick, I struggle to walk without getting nauseous, I don’t sleep well and sometimes it just outright makes me vomit. These are just some of the symptoms, I won’t dive too deeply into the others…
Adapting one’s diet to include more legumes, pulses and beans is a really good way to get a good amount of protein in, whilst also eating things which are easy to digest and good for the body. If you’re also diabetic, they are generally low GI, meaning that they cause your blood sugar to spike less (although I find that sometimes this can be difficult to manage with insulin because I am more used to dealing with other foods which do cause it to spike, so I end up either over-injecting, or trying to split my insulin dose).
And the last point nicely highlights another huge adjustment area – being diabetic. If you have the benefit of knowing that the surgery you will be having is a total pancreatectomy beforehand, you will have time to do research on being diabetic. I woke up to the news that they had taken my entire pancreas, and although I was warned that diabetes is something which can occur after pancreatic surgery, I hadn’t been warned that this was likely in my case. Without any pancreas in the body, the chance of diabetes jumps to a mere 100% certainty… Without the organ which produces the insulin, you’re going to struggle to create insulin – it ain’t rocket science.
For the first week or so, the nursing staff helped me regulate my blood sugar with the help of a machine, but then the staff started to encourage me to try and manage it myself with their help. Some of the help I got early on was questionable. I was being told to inject a blanket 7 units with every meal, which is a really strange approach to managing diabetes, but I guess they have to get you to start somewhere. It just doesn’t make sense because even if I eat the same meal, I do not necessarily inject the same amount of insulin. There are so many factors. Just injecting 7 units (which, by the way, is a lot of insulin) for any meal is a very bad way of managing your glucose levels, so it isn’t setting the patient on the best path. The hospital did also give me orange juice with every meal, though, which is also bad practice. Nowadays I’d be delighted as I’d keep them in my satellite store for when my blood sugar drops, but I didn’t have a clue what to do at the time. I just knew that juice was bad an full of sugar, so I stayed away from. it
Due to the trauma from the operation, the body will process insulin very strangely for a long time. For me, I couldn’t manage it properly for at least 6 months, partially because I didn’t understand how to, but also because my body would use insulin totally differently day to day. One day I would inject barely any insulin all day and still find my blood glucose levels diving too low, whereas the next I would be injecting more and more, but my levels just wouldn’t come down. It was an incredibly stressful time, and I had at least 2 minor breakdowns. At one point, I was shouting at Anna asking why no one was helping me, before hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone and saying that I want to be knocked out so I don’t have to deal with it. It doesn’t work like that by the way – being knocked out just means someone else has to deal with it, and they probably won’t do as good a job as you, so I’d recommend staying as lucid as possible when managing your blood sugar.
My wife and my brother-in-law planned a meal for me yesterday with a few of my good friends. Until they mentioned that they wanted to do a meal for me to celebrate the anniversary of the operation, I didn’t actually realise the date was coming up. I’m really grateful to them for remembering it for me. It does feel special to be able to celebrate such an occasion, and it helps to remind me how lucky I am to be here. Despite all of the limitations that come with a huge surgery like this, it has still allowed me to find a good quality of life. If I can go out with people I love on a Saturday night, eat half a pizza and have a drink, I can’t be doing too badly, can I? It may make me feel more ill than it used to, and I may feel exhausted after doing it, but I can still do it. I also went out on Friday night to see a band I love with a few people that I love, so it’s been a really good weekend overall.
Yet, for all the good things I have, I still wrestle with a lot of grievances about how things are. I’m still not used to how fatigued I feel all of the time. I want my body to do better, to allow me to do more. I’m finding that I can’t spend huge amounts of time in the kitchen cooking and baking because it tires me out too much, forcing me to take short breaks where I have to sit down. If I go out to eat or to a museum, I worry that I’ll start feeling ill with only a public bathroom to retreat into, and they aren’t spaces that you want to rely on to claw yourself back to health… But it all manages to work somehow. Time’s script continues to be written around us, despite it seeming totally illegible in the moment. I only seem to gain any perspective on a situation when I am reflecting on it, which is why posts like this are beneficial, though I wonder if they add much value to someone else who is going through something similar. I don’t know how unique my experience is; it is difficult to find people who have been through it all. It just doesn’t seem to be common.
So, although having a total pancreatectomy has changed my life a lot, I am finding more and more that there is still plenty to enjoy on the other side of it. It isn’t an easy thing to experience, and the recovery is seriously tough, even ignoring the substantial changes the surgery permanently forces on your body, but there is plenty of light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve recently spoken to someone who was due to have the same operation, so there are obviously people out there who are having it, but those people seem few and far between. Hopefully with the development of new treatments for cancer, operations like this won’t be necessary anymore, but until that is a reality, I’m all for them taking place. If it allows someone like me to go out with their friends, eat pizza, and boast about being cancer free, it’s got to be worthwhile. Let’s hope I’m around to write a 2-year review next year!