Saturday, April 20, 2013

Rounds 2 and 3, lymphonathon and great friends

It has been a really rough month so far. I went in for my 2nd round of chemo on March 28th, but my white blood count was really low (2.0 and the needed range is 4.0-10.5). I had to get 2 shots of Neulasta, a shot that helps boost white blood cells. I got a shot of that on that day and then the next day. The shot was horrible. I handled the first one pretty well, but an hour or 2 after the second one I was in so much pain I had to stay in bed. Since white blood cells are created in your bone marrow it makes your bones ache really bad. I had never been in that much pain before. The only medicine they recommend is Claratin and advil. I honestly couldn't tell a difference with or without the medicine. I was relieved when I woke up on Saturday and wasn't hurting as badly.


I was sent home on 3/28 looking like this

It was all worth it in the end, however. When I went back in on Monday (4/1) all of my numbers were looking good - rather "good enough for chemo" as the nurse putting. This was a good chemo session because my sister got to go with me. She was pretty thrilled to see them hook up the IV through my port and see what I am experiencing. We also got some good sissy time in, which is kind of hard to come by with our kids and lives. I felt pretty well after round 2, just a little bit queasy, but nothing unbearable. I did have to get another shot of Neulasta the next day, that one barely hurt my bones at all.

Chemo round #2!
On Saturday (4/6) was the Lymphomathon. Craig, his brother and sister, my mom, sister, her boyfriend, my mom's friend Marcella and our kiddos all went. Marcella raised over $400! A group of women from a Baby Center forum that I have been on for over 2 years also helped me raise another $150. They also bombarded me that day with pictures of them and their kids sporting violet to show their support from a far. I was definitely feeling the love all day as my phone kept blowing up with facebook notifications of pictures. The walk itself was good. I was pretty nervous since it had been a chemo/neulasta week, but I had no problems. It was only 5k, anymore than that and I wouldn't have made it. They did a survivors photo before it started and a really nice woman pulled me aside to talk to me about her experience and reassure me of my own journey. She went into remission in 2005, had a relapse and has been cancer free since 2007. She was telling me not to worry about anything other than getting healthy and if I relapse it will still be ok and not to lose hope. She also talked to Craig a little bit about being my support and that he is clearly doing a great job at it.

Craig, Christopher, Oliver, Me and Mallory. I got a yellow shirt for being a  survivor/warrior.
The long line of Survivors and supporters walking
Everything was going smoothly until last week (4/9). I had stitches over my port pop and it was leaking really gross fluid. Of course this would happen right when the doctors office is closing so I had to called the after hours line. My doctor called me back within minutes and said not to worry and to just make sure I went in to have her look at it the next day. I had a slight infection, but otherwise it looked okay. She just put me on antibiotics for a week. I went back for my monthly check up on Tuesday (4/16). She was happy enough with how my port is looking and told me to make sure to keep it dry and call if it happens again. She felt around my neck and armpits to see if I'm getting any less lumpy. She said she could barely feel anything. WHOO HOO! :-) She is extremely happy with the progress I have made after just 2 rounds of chemo. The only thing is that since I responded so poorly after the first round of chemo she wants me to get the shots after every round of chemo rather than the planned once a month. Oh, and she was impressed with my full head of hair! She said I'm one of the few she has had hold on to it this long. What can I say, I'm determined ;-)

Round 3 of chemo was this last Thursday (4/18). This time was pretty rough. I was starting to feeling nauseous as the meds were being put in me. We stopped by Souper Salad on the way home for lunch. I ate way too much and spent the rest of the day in bed wishing I hadn't eaten and fighting back vomit. I lost that battle, but I felt so much better afterwards. 

Round 3 of chemo. HALF WAY DONE!
Yesterday, I went in for my neulasta shot and then decided it would be best if I kept myself busy and moving around so I went to the grocery store and then made dinner. I had no real side effects which was awesome! I didn't even take my anti nausea medicine. Today, on the other hand, my bones and muscles hurt. I tried going to work but only lasted about 4 hours before I had to leave. I'll be trying again tomorrow, though I won't be pushing myself. I filed FMLA for a reason :-)

Also, yesterday the same group of woman who donated for the lymphomathon sent me a big box full of cards, a spa gift certificate and an amazon gift card. A lot of the cards had their kids hand prints, doodles or even their raspberry finger prints, it is so cute and sweet. I was so surprised. I am truly amazed with the support they have shown me throughout not only this but my pregnancy and the first 2 years of raising Oliver. Joining that forum was one of the best choices I've made. I hope that one day I am able to return the favor for each and every one of them. I don't have friends who live close by since I moved here after the forced socialization of high school and I'm painfully shy so making friends is really hard for me. It really means a lot to me when the friends I do have show their support like this. I appreciated their kind words in our usual forms of communication, this was just over the top. I hope I never stop feeling this loved. I wish I could bottle up this feeling and save it for a rainy day. 

Thank you again, Ladies.

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Since 1/16/13 to 4/20/13

33 veils of blood
2 PET scans
1 CT scan
5 IVs
2 surgeries
3 chemotherapy treatments
4 neulasta shots

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

"I'm so sorry you are going this"

I'm not ungrateful for all my well wishers. I love how people I didn't talk to for some time came out of the woodwork that is Facebook and have joined the support train that I so desperately need at this point in my life.
That being said, I'm going to explain why I am not sorry that I have cancer and have been poked, prodded,  cut open, stitched up, scanned,  and drained of 31 veils of blood thus far.
When I was in middle school I read every single Laurleen McDaniel book that had been published. All of her book are cancer stories. I've been reading about bone marrow tests, chemo, radiation,  hospital stays due to infections caused by low blood counts. While reading these books I developed a fascination with cancer and those going through it. Once I read all her books and moved on to Luis Duncan's classics (what? Is I Know What You Did Last Summer not a classic book?  Hmm...), my awe of serious illnesses wore off for the most part.
Whenever I watch a show or movie where someone gets diagnosed with cancer or a tumor, I always without fail think to myself: "wow, I wonder if something is growing in me." Or "that could he happening inside anybody."
I've kept my interest in abnormal cells in a world of fiction. I've never asked for details from anyone I've known who has had cancer or has someone close who has or is battling it. I am unfortunately way too shy to be that vocally curious. I'm careful not to offend anyone because Laurleen taught me that it is a tough topic and relatives of fighters have just as hard a time with it.
I'm not sorry I have cancer. I find it interesting to have abnormal cells and the opportunity to get answers to questions I've had for years. I don't mind the endless tests because I get to talk to nurses who can answer my questions and I get to experience something special. Special in a morbid sense, but still special.
I am not sorry I have cancer because I have one that is a 90% survival rate so I will get to live a life in the end.
I'm not sorry because I get to learn how to live. I'm not a person who goes out and does things. Sometimes it is a fight to get me to go out and do anything. I even struggle with going to see nearby family on a regular basis. I get to see how important it is to not take those who want to get me out, for granted.
I am not sorry I have cancer because I get the opportunity to see that I do have things and people worth fighting for. I struggle with depression. It is good to know I have reasons to be happy and reasons to be here.
I'm also not sorry because Oliver get will grow up knowing my cancer story. He will always know that I fought my hardest to make sure he has a mom to help raise him. I have been able to see just how much he needs and wants me around by the way he knocks on my door saying "mama," when I am ordered to stay away from him.
So, you may be sorry I have cancer and that's ok. Just know that some good does come along with the painful tests,  uncomfortable treatments, surgeries and outrageous bills.
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Since 1/16/13 to 4/1/13
31 veils of blood
2 pet scans
1 CT scan
5 IVs
2 surgeries
2 chemotherapy treatments
2 neulasta shots (white blood cell booster)

Monday, April 1, 2013

Let's Play Catch Up - Part 1

On new years day I was cooking dinner and leaned my neck on my hand and I felt a lump hit my palm. At the time I had a sinus infection so Craig and I figured it was from that, so we decided I should wait it out and see if it would go away as I got better. It was almost 2 weeks later when not only had it not gone away, but a second one showed up next to it. I went to my doctor on 1/16 a couple days after noticing the second one. She said it felt as though I had one large lump and was pretty sure I had it longer than originally thought. She sent me for a CT scan on 1/23.



The next day my doctor called and told me that the CT showed it was lymph nodes and I was sent to and ENT, who told me that it also showed I have several more on both sides of my neck as well as in the little bit of chest that was scanned. I felt relieved to know that I didn't have some unknown tumor in my neck. He told me he was concerned because after checking my ears, nose and throat, I had no signs of an infection of any kind.  I was then sent to get an ultrasound (1/29) and a fine-needle biopsy (1/31).

The ultrasound was uneventful and pretty much just like the ultrasounds you get when pregnant except in your neck. My nurse had 0 personality, but was good enough at her job so no complaints there.

As for the biopsy It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it'd be. The numbing shot was really painful though. She did 4 slides which tested for leukemia and lymphoma. It was pretty gross because once she put the needle in, which was led by an ultrasound, she had to wiggle the lymph node around to fill the syringe. I was not expecting that, and was pretty grossed out haha. Craig deserved a husband of the week award. He was helpful all day making sure Ollie didn't climb on me and kept switching out my cold compress when it was time. After I was home and the numbness wore off I was hurting pretty bad because I wasn't allowed to take any aspirin. I could barely lift my head, though that was only the case for that day. I was graced with a lovely bruise that lasted 3 weeks. It took a very long 7 days for the results. When the ENT called he said the results were inconclusive, but did show abnormal cells. He had tested for lymphoma and felt pretty strongly that that is was it is so he wanted to rush to get the open biopsy done. Also, by this point I was feeling some in my arm pits, which concerned him. He ran more blood tests to test for HIV  cat scratch, and mono, all of which were negative.





I was scheduled for my open biopsy on 2/15. Before you can have any kind of surgery you have to do a slew of blood tests to make sure your body can handle the anesthesia, the blood loss, and your clotting levels. It is a pain because for the week leading up you have to make sure you don't take any medicines (asprin, blood thinner) or eat any foods (herbs, green tea, seafood, alcohol, oats and certains of fruits and veggies) that thin blood. My Prothrombin Time (PT) was elevated the first time so the next day I was sent back to the retest. It was elevated again which meant postponing my surgery until I saw a Hematologist/Oncologist and get the OK. On the 15th instead of getting cut open I was getting poked and 7 veils of blood extracted from my arm.

This doctor was pretty sure it was an antibody in my blood. Apparently, if your PT is low it is usually discovered when you are between 1-2 and just started to walk and are fulling and skinning knees. Plus, since I had Oliver with no bleeding problems, it was highly unlikely. She thought there might have been an chance that I had a vitamin K deficiency and put me on some supplements for a few days until she got the labs back. She said she wanted to make sure to get me on them that day, that way the surgery didn't have to get put off again. Because her specialty is also oncology she did a physical exam and agreed with my ENT that it is likely lymphoma. I felt it extremely comforting that my doctors were forward with me by telling me what they thought it could be. Bad news is much easier to swallow when you have heard them mention it before. After the weekend she called with the good news that my vitamin K is normal and so were the other tests she ran. One of them did show an antibody in my blood that will cause PT to show elevated when it isn't really. It is an antibody that actually highers my clotting risk, but she said she will deal with that only if it becomes and issue and that we needed to focus on the lymph nodes first.

Surgery day was rescheduled for 2/22. My mom and Craig went with me, which was really nice. You are never too old to want to see your mommy when you come out of any kind of big medical procedure. I got all prepped and then they sent Craig back to keep me company while I waited for my doctor to be ready for me. Craig thinks it is his job to turn any situation like this into a laughing matter. I don't find it as amusing as he wishes I would. He reminds me of my dad in that way, only my dad is better at it. Practice makes perfect or something like that. He did succeed at making time pass quicker. He was able to stay while the doctor came in and felt around to pick which one to take out. He answered all our questions and Craig got sent away for them to take me in. I remember moving over to the operating table and the two nurses strapping me down. I made some joke about teamwork and then was passed out from the drugs they put in my IV and the gas mask that was put over my face seconds after I finished my sentence. I was asleep in recovery for about an hour and was out the door within 30 minutes of that. I spent the remainder of the day in bed, drugged up on Vicodin.







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