There’s a new series of posts I am planning, but first I need to catch up on my bloody misfortunes. It’s been a year since my last post on a bleed, caused by portal hypertension, in turn itself caused by damage to the liver, in turn caused by my autoimmune illness, primary biliary cirrhosis. But I have had two since then, and am now up to 17 transfusions.
First, let me say something about these transfusions. I wouldn’t be here tonight if it weren’t for people who give blood. Sometimes when I’m wandering around, I ask myself: was it her? Or him? Whose blood is in my body? I cannot know, but I thank anyone who has ever given — or even just tried to give — blood. These are rare and strong and generous people.
Back to these bleeds. Number 9 hit in September, when I was in Miami, trying to help my 84-year-old mother, and was a 2-transfusion bleed, as was bleed 10, that waited until February, less than a month after I moved my mother out of Miami. This one occurred a year to the day after my beloved collie died of hemangiosarcoma, a canine cancer that causes sarcoma to develop. Mine was on my dog’s spleen. It ruptured, and he bled out.
The doctor who performed the endoscopy here couldn’t find the source of the bleed.
But a month later when I went to see my hepatologist at University of Alabama’s Kirklin Clinic, he found an actively bleeding varix at the fundus, where the stomach and esophagus meet. The site of multiple bleeds of mine has been at that little crook to the left of where the arrow is pointing.
In fact, this is the same site as my first — and still worst — bleed, the one that that the GI who saw me in the ER thought to be a bleeding ulcer and that for a while my hepatologist thought might be a Dieulafoy’s Lesion or a Cameron’s Erosion.
But after reviewing my records, now the theory is that the same area keeps bleeding because it was weakened by the three clips (like tiny clothes pins) put in as an emergency approach to shutting down the 4-transfusion bleed I wrote about back in August 2010.
Banding, essentially using the equivalents of rubber bands, to cut off the supply of blood to a bleeding varix or one that looks like it could become a bleeder, is the preferred approach.
The clips are a last resort.
The reason I keep having these bleeds may then be because the delicate walls of the esophagus have been compromised by the clips.
One thing others with primary biliary cirrhosis should know is that having these bleeds is extraordinarily unusual. I asked my hepatologist if other PBC’ers have similar problems with repeated bleeds, and he said, no, he has never seen or read of a comparable case.
I think then that it is best we end with the inspiration for the title of this post: David Bowie’s “Always Crashing in the Same Car.”