amazing people

I’m constantly amazed at the empathy and support Ive received through all this.

Ive had to cancel jobs, and subscriptions, and change things on people – all everyone has been really lovely about it. Obviously I cant do much about having cancer, and its not my fault, but some people are just so accommodating and willing to help in any way, when the find out.

I think I will send out Thank you cards when its all over – to professional people, and friends and family… Its been stressful worrying about everything, but most of the time, I neednt have worried.

So to those who have helped with my business; to my online friends who have sent me unexpected parcels of lollies, chocolates and handmade beanies; to my friends and family who ring and txt message to check on me, and then come visit, if only to sit with me whilst I feel crap……

THANKYOU!!!

day 2 & 3 of chemo, and following days of recovery

well, im still alive.

the first thing is that after the 2nd day, i felt so FULL – like i was so full of fluid and drugs it literally felt like i was drowning in it. i was ok by about 4am on friday.

day 3 – the saline solution affects me.. which is odd cos it should be nuetral – the steroids are the same tho – and anti-nausea- makes me sick.. might be the speed they give it…

i still have my hair

sunday – first injection – 8am – so that when i start my 9am blood appointments this week it will be done before we go…i passed out – Nic was terrified i think

i take my lazaropam now which calms me down – the nurses reckon it was a stress/anxiety reaction

2nd injection was better  -sobbed quietly before submitting to the lazaropam, felt better afterwards

from now on – injections are to be given in bed – twice daily to stimulate bone marrow

my legs are so sore

and i have no stamina – even sentences and paragraphs are beyond me

i cant walk from one end of my house to another with a pause less i lose momentum and collapse…  my leg muscles hurt like ive been rock climbing – my chest hurts with heart palpatations – or not, just that im more aware of it, but i feel tight

the port is getting better – not so sore

ok – going now – tired – have a lil bit of work to do before i finish… may take a few attempts.

x

chemo day 1

fuddled and chemo brain – slight nausea is threatening at the moment so apologies for apost that will be written with my eyes mostly closed.

went in – meant to start straight away, but mum wanted to see doctor first – i wasnt fussed – i think that made everythning run late, but oh well. he came, talked about fertility preservation more and said that generally he has a 2-3 week wait that he is happy with from date of diagnosis, so the IVF egg collection was out of the picture now. I did remind him that its been over 6weeks since the scan.

There is still chance for drug that restricts ovary functions – cant remember name – that is an injection once every 3 months…. still experimental…. Dr Bowtie gives me a 50/50 chance anyway, which is pretty good, and since im young it should be ok.

i had the option of waiting chemo one more week and seeing fertility specialist, but i decided to just go ahead with it – id psyched myself up for  it, so it should happen now

had lots of fluid, then the steroid and the anti nausea – geez that was not nice – tasted terrible

so the nurse got me a special tablet – basically a relaxant so i went drowsy and relaxed.. i could deal with that… im getting it each time now im told.

i was there was 9am until about 3pm

got home

slept

ate

hopped on computer

my brain is fried, and the more i try to work it, pay attention to things that are moving and require my attention, such as my fingers, people etc, I feel more nauseous.

Im on a BIG bag of drugs, and that doesnt include my injections yet!  just lots of drugs to ensure the chemo doesnt irritate my bladder, and my gut, and anti fungals and antibacterials etc etc etc  lots and lots of drugs

i need some sleep

yes

this is the brain working of a chemo patient.

Diagnosis – Officially

I saw the doctor today – not my doctor, but the guy looking after my doctors patients. Im sure he is a really nice guy, but Im slightly attached to my own Dr Bowtie, and his mannerisms, and he knows me, knows what he’s told me before and knows my mannerisms.

I think this poor doctor wasn’t ready for the fact that I was so seemingly untouched and at ease with everything he was telling us. Ive had cancer before, I knew it was going to be it again, so *shrug*. Dr Bowtie had described a few scenarios with me when the PET scan came back positive, so I knew basically what to expect – even the dreaded bone marrow test (this is going to have a post all of its own, so stayed tuned, if you know nothing of them).

The doctor was running early, so my mum was a few minutes late, which made her feel harassed on top of being stressed already. It was a pretty standard meeting – going through whats most likely going to happen. I must say though, the one thing about my doctor, and I know its because he is my doctor, I am his patient and he knows whats going on, what he does etc, but he really does have the answers to most questions you ask of him. AND he writes things down, explains them fully so you can make the correct option for yourself, if you have an option.

The one major decision we made, and Nic and I discussed this earlier, was regarding fertility.

There were a few options:

1. I could have IVF drugs for a full cycle, then they harvest some eggs

Pros: More reliable form of “securing” fertility
Cons: I would have to do a full cycle, and since Im in the middle of one right now, that would entail waiting two weeks, starting the drugs, and then after that 6 week period, THEN starting chemo

2. I could have surgery, which this doctor didnt know anything about, whereby a section of ovary is taken out and frozen.

Pros: Quicker method
Cons: Didnt sound too reassuring, and like it may take a lot of time to organise. There has been apparently only one known case of this becoming a baby, and the fill in doctor didnt know of anyone in my state who does it – well obviously there must be someone for my normal doctor to recommend it.

3. Apparently there are some extra drugs that they can add to the mix/recipe, that diverts blood supply to the ovaries, in the hope that the chemo drugs wont affect them as badly.

Pros: I suppose I wouldnt have to do anything extra, just one extra drug
Cons: My thoughts were that this lack of blood must surely affect the health of them anyway – any blood is better than reduced blood. And it only takes one chemo tainted blood cell to get in there really

4. No fertility treatment or precautions at all and just get on with treatment

Pros: My husband gets a wife with only Stage 3 cancer, rather than anything worse caused by waiting longer for any other treatments.
Cons: I may become infertile after treatment.

We chose option Number 4.

I dont know if Im being very selfish here, although I think I have a right to, that there is no point looking after possible future children, if there is a chance I may not live to even have the prospect of having them. Nic has told me he would prefer to have an alive and healthy wife, and no children, than no wife and no children. I think I would prefer to be alive and still have the option of trying, rather than be dead and not.

So parentals – please dont be too disappointed at the decision we made to not to secure future grandchildren. And if you are disappointed, do not talk to me about it, because I am NOT in the mood to answer any more questions about fertility (another chapter on that subject to be written – stay tuned).

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There is a girl, same age as I, same Hodgkins, that Ive befriended and chatted to during my time volunteering at the hospital. She was there yesterday, as I had a feeling she would be.

Her mother, father and she looked horrified to see me, with my neck padded up with a dressing, and wanted to know if everything would be ok. I think I was their little guiding light to life beyond chemo, with healthy appearance, good attitude etc, so she was not happy to hear about me relapsing. Of course, there is nothing I can do about that, and there is no reason why me relapsing should indicate that she will to.

Just a mini rant – I used to take responsibility for others people’s reactions to me – even before I got cancer the first time. During me telling people about cancer the 1st time around, I did feel bad because I was blunt, brutal and a bit cut throat about it all. However, Im over it – I cannot handle how someone else reacts to my actions. So long as I know that I do not purposefully, or retrospectively ignorantly, insult, or try to emotionally harm someone with my words and actions, then I am happy within myself. I cannot control you, I can only control myself, and I have enough self respect and self belief to get me through whatever I need to get through, and to be the best person I can be at all times (disclaimer: minus the obvious days when I feel like shit, and I apologize in advance for those).

So, if you are reading this my friend, that little rant was not directed at you specifically – but you did make me question and check my actions – I dont think anything to do with me will affect your chances of making a full and lasting remission. :)

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Back to Diagnosis

Ive just realised that I have not officially given you the diagnosis.

Classical Hodgkins Lymphoma – Nodular Sclerosing
- Stage 3 (as per PET)

Treatment:
- Bone Marrow Test
- Port put in ASAP
- If bone marrow test is clear: 2 cycles (21 days) of dICE chemotherapy recipe – stimulated bone marrow/stem cells harvested during 1st cycle.
- PET scan after 2 cycles
- If clear: one cycle of BEAM chemotherapy (by all accounts, hard core shit) and then I get the stem cells given back to me – like my own bone marrow transplant.

If things dont come back clear, then it gets a little bit more complicated, and a little bit longer.

My last chemotherapy cycle was 14 days – chemotherapy was once a fortnight.
This time, the chemotherapy cycle is 21days, but the actual drugs are given over a 3 consecutive day period. The BEAM however, is everyday for 6 days.

The way they stimulated bone marrow last time, in order to boost my white cell count, therefore my immune system, was giving me a drug to inject the day after chemo. It was shit – because your bone marrow is made from your bone, this stuff makes your bones ache sooooo badly, you just want to die to make it stop – you curl up into a hot, sweating ball of agony. Your skull down to your toes ache like you’ve just jumped off a cliff and landed on flat stone 20 meters down, and you have to live through it. You cant move without it aching, yet lying still doesn’t help either because your under-worked, wasting-away muscles are screaming out to be worked. And for a fairly active person, that inability, uncompromising pain is the worst thing – wanting to go out but having migraines and light sensitivity, and just being able to make it from the bed to the lounge is a struggle, getting out of bed by yourself is a miracle! Making it to the letterbox was often the highlight of my few days after that injection.

And Nic had to give it to me. Pinch some fat, put the point of the needle at the bottom so it doesnt scrape as it goes in, at a 45 degree angle upwards – put it in a little bit, pull the syringe back, if there is blood, try another spot – it cant go into blood vessels. Once your in, slowly, ever so slowly, push the syringe so it doesn’t hurt so bad as it goes in, and just in case I faint and fall over. Or Nic – Nic has a fear of needles – he’s fine when they are in, but watching them go in or out is his weakness. And the poor love almost blacked out after the first effort. He still doesn’t like it, even after 6months of giving me needles, rather, he probably hates it even more.

So – thats the drugs – thats the basic technical information. We are yet to see the emotional and physical effects it will have on me. I often wonder how quickly my hair will come out this time – whether I will have to document it – and whether I will be able to handle waking up in the morning to find not a few or handful of hairs on my pillow, but my entire head of hair… Im not going to think about that right now, because as superficial as it sounds, Im not ready to cry about that just yet. Give me a few days.

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Bone Marrow Tests

I WAS going to do this later, but now is as good as any.

It has come to my attention that many people do not know what a bone marrow test actually entails, despite EVERYONE knowing how painful they are apparently (and feeling ok with telling ME that).

What they are for are to collect a core sample of your bone marrow – which is located in the middle of your bone – the soft squishy bit that looks like coral held in between thick hard bone bits that you may see on the t-bone steak you eat at dinner.

How to get to that is as follows:

My first bone marrow test I did not have sedative – the reason? I was to have it on the same day, just a bit prior to my first chemotherapy dosage – so I wanted my wits about me and as little other drugs as possible. Apparently, according to the doctor today, the sedative will dull your thoughts, but you just wont remember it afterwards. hmmm not sure if I think that’ll work, but I will let you know!

Ok – so firstly – you are alone, with the person performing it. You are not allowed any family member, support person etc, because of the nature of the act. I am not sure whether its because they need sterile environment, or they just have had bad experiences where the support person has not liked seeing their loved one in so much pain that they interfere. I will ask tomorrow and remember to report back if I remember the answer.

So, you lie on the bed, on your side, back to the specialist, best position is curled into the fetal position, hugging your knees. My advice to anyone having to have this, is to ensure you get a good grip of the bed frame.

They give you a local anesthetic, make a small incision through the skin, around your hip, and then they stick a syringe into your bone and basically suck up some bone marrow. It feels as if they go through your hip, straight down into your leg bone. There are two types, and for the second one it involves basically digging into your bone marrow to get a decent core sample of the bone marrow – just imagine the feeling of someone taking a corkscrew to your skull. It FUCKING HURTS! All websites, such as this one, indicate that you may feel a sharp stinging pain as they go into the bone.

Let me tell you, if it was a sharp stinging pain, I would not have been lying there, tensed so much I was getting cramps, gripping the bed frame so tightly Im sure I left finger indents, silently, slowing drawing out the word “fffuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk”, whilst tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. A deep deep ache and agony sets in, and you just want it to be over. I was told I needed to relax a little bit, and pull my knees up more, since she needed that to finish it. In that situation, when all you want to do is have it over and done with, and co-operating means more pain, the last thing you want to do is bring your legs up higher so they can get in deeper. Loneliness, thats what you feel – loneliness and pain. It is not nice, it fucking hurts, and I still stand by my decision that anyone who gives bone marrow tests should be made to undergo one, just so they know. I understand pragmatically that its perhaps best if they dont know, since they have a job to do, and anyone who has had one has sympathy for anyone undergoing one – and truthfully, Id prefer someone just to get it over and done with as quickly as possible without sympathetically giving me even a few moments relief.

And everybody in that clinic knew what was going on – and everytime I saw that curtain close over and that specialist walk in, my heart went out to that person.

And its not something you can share with your family. I could NOT let my loved ones see me in quite that much pain – not after the last few months and diagnosis. So I did it, quietly and bore the pain because truthfully, I’m glad its me, and not them, that has to go through this. I can handle it – I dont know if I could though, if I had to watch them go through it.

 

So thats a bone marrow test. I will let you know how tomorrow goes.

Surgery – take 2

the one thing that i remember most from this surgery as opposed to my last one, is that just the standard of care seems so much better… i dont know if thats just cos i was so much more stressed and sick last time, or out of it most of the time anyway that i didnt notice the nurses – but here the care just seems better – its nice to feel looked after, especially by people youve never met before.

I went to visit my cousin in hospital a few weeks ago when we were in the area, and the hospital there was horrific!! We were there for 20mins, and the phone rang off hte hook, there were patients buzzing, and there were NO staff – NO nurses, no reception, no doctors that i could see – we walked in and out 4 times and i did not see ONE staff member belonging to that oncology ward. My previous surgery was not like that, and this certainly wasnt either, because I was completely horrified at that scene.

Its amazing how good food tastes, even hospital food, including the vegetables a’la cooked-so-much-they-have-no-nutrients, when youve not eaten for over 12hours, forced. You of course know that its the very reason that youve been TOLD not to eat that makes you so aware of your hunger – but thats of little consolation when youre starving.

So I got to eat.. and it was good.

The rest of the day was spent resting, no tv cos i couldnt be bothered turning it on, and I think i instinctively knew it would keep me awake and distracted from healing sleep. Dad came back to say hi, and then when he went out to chat to mum and I awoke just as he leant over to kiss me goodbye…  I woke occasionally as the nurses came to check my blood pressure and stats… I did not need nausea medication, but hte new staff nurse left the canular in just in case because in her words “knowing my luck i will take it out and you will vomit everywhere”…

 They kept asking me if I was experiencing  pain and on a scale of 1-10, what it was.. they never once asked what my reference for a 10 was, so I made sure I told them – “compared to a bone marrow test, with no sedative, this is about 3!”  I have a high tolerance for pain – or maybe that should read that I have a high experience of pain…  and whilst I understand this is there way of trying to test a patients comfort level, and a level 8 for anyone is bad whether that be compared to a bee sting or giving birth as someone’s high level of experienced pain, its still a practise that needs some further definition.

I slept, visualising all the healing energies from friends and loved ones around me, and it truly helped – even if I was hallucinating or imagining it, I personally see nothing wrong with knowing and feeling that you are loved.

Because it was the Christmas period, there were people in that ward, who normally would not be sent to that ward – so there were some interesting exchanges we heard from my room – I wont go into them, but two of hte funniest were listening to the dude next door arguing that he wanted to go home and when the nurses refused, he only wanted to go outside – and that was fine with the nurses so long as he was back by 8.30pm otherwise they would call security to go find him – there went HIS idea of sneaking off home!!

The other one I only heard, but apparently it was accompanied by a bare black bottom flashing across the shared room across the hall – a lady calling out “jack”? But it sounds fairly like “fuuuuck”?  A bit sad I know, but in my muddled brain it was hilarious!

By about 4.30/5pm we decided to let me have dinner in hospital and then we would go home… dinner came and went, and the resident doctor was called to come and check me and give me some meds to take home just in case…  I think around this time my blood pressure, which is normally quite low dropped to something like 85/90? or something? I will ask Nic, cos Im sure he would remember – the nurse was NOT a happy camper about that and my prospects about going home.. but I drank more, assured her it was ok and by about 8pm the resident finally rocked up and I was given a script for anti-nausea pills (same as my break through tablets last chemo round) – and the canula was taken out and I was finally allowed home at about 9pm, or 10pm?…  yay!!!  

Made it downstairs, and to the car, despite my mothers attempts to make me sit down and wait for my husband to get the car and to pick me up (not even 500m away)…  Its all about being able to do stuff for myself whilst I feel up to it

One thing Ive learnt, and I have to keep reminding myself, is that its ok to ask for help – I get that, I really do (family, stop rolling your disbelieving eyes right now!)… BUT  I know when to ask for help. I know when I need it and I know that for my own sanity, I NEED to be able to do things for myself – even if that is walking down those steps, or picking up that box, whilst I feel able.  Because I was raised to be self-sufficient and able to do things for myself, and Im proud of that. I am not about to sit about and expect others to do everything for me because thats not who I am.

Yes I am proud and stubborn and pig headed sometimes – but I am determined to get through this with as much self-dignity as possible, so please just make it a bit easier for me by understanding why I get frustrated when you insist on helping. I appreciate help, I just dont appreciate being treated like I am incapable of conscious and reasonable thoughts and decisions and actions.

This is still my life, and this is how I choose to live it.

2 days post surgery (2 days? 1 day? Im losing track)

I know i havent finished the post from yesterday yet.

BUt today Im feeling sore – the local anesthetic they used to numb the entire area around my neck is wearing off, and my neck is getting very very sore.  the bones ache and i cant be touched.

Im also puffy… great! One more thing to make me look and feel awful

Greasy hair, puffy face, pain around my neck and Ive still got some betadine colouring over my body where I havent been able to wash properly because I cant get my dressing wet.

 I had to tell my nephew I was sick again last night. I sat him down, as he was going to bed, and just explained that I know Nana told him I was sick again, and that Ive got to  go through the same stuff as last time. At least this time if I lose all of my hair, I will get to see if I look good with a bald head, and he can help polish it if he wants :)   He giggled at that. I also made sure Itold him that Im a bit sore and tired, and not feeling very well, so that if I get grumpy that its not at him and Istill lovehim.   I had to make sure he knew that, and I left it just by telling him not to worry too much cos Im not about to go anywhere.    Ive always talked to my nephew like he is an adult, knowing he would understand and tell me when he has had enough information, and sure enough he changed the subject when it was all done. Poor thing looked a bit scared, but he will be ok.

I slept at my folks place last night – hence why Isaw my nephew. It was cooler here than at mine, although we are getting an aircon fitted tomorrow tokeep it cooler.

 ive got some work ive got to do, but im trying not to feel too bad about not doing it. I should ring my boss, and let her knw whats happening since ihavent done that yet

ive got an appointment with a hematologist next tuesday. its not my doctor Bowtie – he’s on holidays, but this is someone who is looking after his patients.  my initial reaction was that i dont want to talkt to anyone except my doctor.. and its a feeling i cant shake, cos whilst im sure he has complete faith, ive known Dr Bowtie for over 18months now and I trust him…  i just hope that this locum doctor checks with my doctor before deciding on a treatment – or that my doctor decides the treatment and this doctor is just giving me the results and the plan…i want to make sure that its MY doctors decision and not this ones.

hmmm  thats enough for today

getting sore typing

im waiting on hubby to come back up and visit…  ive not heard from my friends today and i know they are all busy and im probably too sore to see anyone, and if they did visit i would regret it afterwards, its getting kinda boring watching tv…  but logically i know healing and recovery is not meant to be exciting