Wednesday, October 1, 2014
I had a routine CT scan this week, Monday, to be exact. I also had blood drawn, to pull (among other things) a CEA check. I have been avoiding this like the plague. I just didn't want to know - I think that, in my heart, I already knew what was going on.
Anyways, results for the CEA showed that it went from 19.7 back in July to 29.4 on Monday. *sigh* I am grateful to my friend Tara (my #wcw) for standing beside me (holding me up, truth be told) as I looked at the results, because I was shaking and nervous and a blubbering fool. She held me up when I needed it, cried with me as we realized what the results were, and helped me process the information so that I could take the next steps.
On Tuesday, Mom and I went to the doctor's appointment, prepared for bad news. And, I won't lie - it wasn't pretty. However, it wasn't as bad as it could have been (and there pops up Sunny-Side-Up-Michelle, finding the silver lining in everything....).
Results highlights - my lung tumors have increased slightly in size, i.e. 1-2mm, but there aren't any more of them. The tumor in my abdomen on my left side has grown slightly, as well. Something new popped up this time, which my doctor referred to as *interesting*, which I wasn't impressed with - there are three new enlarged lymph nodes showing up, one in my chest and two in my pelvis. They are capturing the cancer, which is good, except that they are capturing the cancer, which is, well, bad. Other than that, things looked, well - okay.
So, what's next? Because the current Xeloda/Erbitux regiment isn't working any longer, I am now off of that. And, we are looking at some scary (to me) options.
First is always the one last remaining FDA approved drug, called Regorafenib. It's a drug that works to stabilize existing tumors, but has a plethora of side effects. We would start this out slowly, and work my way up, based on how well I tolerate the drug and what side effects pop up. We are still trying to keep this in our proverbial back pocket, so on to what else we are looking at.
There is a new drug that has gone through phase 3 clinical trials and is on it's way through the FDA for final approval, called TAS102 (I don't know what the official drug name will be). The clinical trials on this one appear to be very promising, according to Dr. K., and he is working on a way to get me this medication through a system called compassionate care, which means that patients who qualify to get this drug have an opportunity to, prior to the official FDA approval, which can take months or years. Basically, they know this works, and they know the group that it could work on - this gives those patients (i,e,, me) an opportunity to receive the medication before it becomes commercially available. Dr. K. seemed to have high hopes for this one.
There is a phase 1 clinical trial (meaning it's first test on humans) at T-Gen (they are local) called a WNT Inhibitor. I just did a quick google search for this and became completely and utterly overwhelmed with the very complex medical terminology. What I do know is that this is showing, in Dr. K's words, rather impressive results for a phase 1 trial, so I am working with T-Gen (they are based on Scottsdale, about 45 minutes away) to set up an appointment to get more information about this.
Because we are at proverbial end of the road for treatments, I am going to start on a serious research mission, with the help of family and friends. I am going to look into getting a second and possibly third opinions on my case; I don't know exactly where yet - that is part of the research. But, among the possibilities are Mayo-Rochester, Dana Farber, and Johns Hopkins. There is also a facility in Nashville, TN, called Sarah Cannon Research Institute - they are one of the largest research foundations, focused on clinical trials. There are also some alternative therapies that look very promising (based on medical research, decades of effective use, and statistics showing very optimistic results). As I get more information on those, and feel comfortable sharing, I will let you know.
Meantime, there is a lot to think about.
I am currently off of chemotherapy, which is kind of scary. If I choose to do a CT (clinical trial), I have to undergo a washout period, meaning no chemo, which usually is 4-6 weeks. If you look at a calendar, that takes me to just before Thanksgiving. I am seriously considering not starting any new treatment until after the first of the year, which is a very scary thought, but here's my reasoning.
Traditional chemo isn't working. My lifelines are becoming very few and far between, and while there may still be some options on the table, truth is that my life is going to be significantly shorter than my peers. I haven't asked for a prognosis - I don't want to have a guesstimate of how much time I have left. No one really knows. I *do* know that it isn't the decades that I would like, so I have to learn to live with that.
If, and I do mean IF, this is my last holiday season/Christmas with my family. I don't want to do it while fighting off side effects from a new drug or concoction. I want to feel good during the next few months, and I want to make this holiday season one that we will always remember. I have already started by decorating the house with some fun Halloween stuff, including a very fancy-schmancy fall-themed wreath that now hangs proudly on our front door.
I have started working on the kids Halloween costumes - I usually leave this up to the stores, and simply purchase an off-the-shelf packaged deal. This year, Julia wants to be a weeping angel, a scary character from Dr. Who. So, I went to Goodwill, found some fixings for the costume, and in the next few weeks, we will be practicing with makeup to make her as scary as she wants to be. Kevin doesn't know it yet, but his costume (Pikachu, a character from Pokemon, in case you were wondering...) is already purchased and hiding in our closet. Last year, I was in the hospital for Halloween - this year, I am very much looking forward to dressing up in a sassy (maybe sexy?) little costume for our friends' annual Halloween fiesta, taking the kids trick-or-treating, and enjoying the hell out of ouor beautiful weather this time of year.
I want to make this year special; I know, they are all special. But this year, I am even that much more aware of just how damned special these memories are, and I want to do everything in my power to make this the best year yet.
So. treatment may just have to wait.
How am I doing, emotionally, with all this? Hmmmm....I have a few different viewpoints on that. I am scared, more scared than I have ever been in my entire life. I am looking at dying - maybe not today or next month or next year, but sooner that I freaking want to. And, I don't know what that's going to look like. Will my lung tumors grow so I can't breathe? Will the cancer just take over my body so I wither away to nothing, some shapeless shadow of my former self, waiting for the end? That's fucking scary - I don't care who you are. Even if you believe in an afterlife (which I do), and even if you believe in heaven, the very thought of dying - how you get to that point, and how it all ends - is one of the scariest things I have ever imagined.
So I often choose not to think about it.
I am angry. This isn't fair. I don't care what I did in a previous life - this isn't fair, on any level. I want so badly to lash out at something, some physical thing. I want to hurt it the way it's hurt me. I want to make it suffer the way I have had to, the way my kids and my husband and my parents and my family and my friends have had to. I want to make it hurt, so badly that it wants to die, then make it suffer some more. The anger is awful - it's primal, and it would completely overtake everything, if I let it.
So I don't. I can't waste energy on that, when there's no way to fulfill it. So, I ignore it.
I am sad. The thought of leaving my kids and my husband is just awful, horrible....there aren't words to describe it. The thought of leaving my husband to raise our babies is just.....I don't know. I don't doubt his ability to do it - that's not the case. It's just - he shouldn't have to. I am too damned selfish, and I want more time with my kids and my husband. I want more time with my family - my parents, my brothers and their families. Back to my kids - I don't want them to grow up without me. There are things I want to say to them, things I want to teach them and things I want to see them experience. I don't think I will be here for some of those things, and that tears my heart into millions of tiny sharp shreds, each scratching holes on my soul.
So, I try not to think about it, too much.
I have so many viewpoints on this - it's like different versions of myself, all vying for time and attention. Some, I give time to. I have to - I think it's only healthy to think about the reasons I want to live, like wanting to see my kids hit the next milestone. Some, like the anger, I can't even acknowledge for more than a moment. It becomes all consuming, and that isn't healthy.
I don't think this has all sunk in yet. I did have a good cry on Monday, after I saw the CEA results. I also think that, in my heart, I already knew, which was why I didn't even want to look. I just wanted to prolong the ignorant bubble I have been living in - I even delayed doing a CEA check a month ago, specifically because I just didn't want to know.
But, now I do. So, what do I do with it.
I don't quite know yet. Well, I do, in a broad sense. I have some research I have to do - some that I need to do myself, and some that I will be delegating out. I have already started that process - the delegating, not the research. I think I am ignoring it for now - there are so many other things that needed to get done. You know, life things. Scheduling the kids dentist appointments. Taking Julia to urgent care in half an hour, because the cold she has is taking hold and won't let go. Trying to find Kevin's homework because he "forgot it" again.
Life keeps happening, and I need to live it. I think that's how I'm handling this. Regardless of what happens with or to me. life HAS to go on. It's messy and inconvenient, but it goes on. So, I need to schedule the research, the meetings, the appointments, the thinking, the worrying, the planning - all needs to be scheduled around life.
And isn't that a wonderful thing? I am trying to relish this life - I don't know how long I will live it. How long I will have to feel this good, and to really enjoy the wonderfulness of the simple things, like sitting at my laptop, purring kitten on my lap, sleeping puppy by my feet. I don't know how long I will be able to tuck my kids into bed at night, and tell them 100 times, over and over, that I love them. I don't know how long I will have to laugh with my husband, to grab his hand as he walks by, to wrap my arms around him and hug him as tight as I can. I just don't know.
So, I keep living life. The research, the fact-finding, the decision making will all come in time. But today is busy, and tomorrow isn't looking any better.
I don't have to make a decision today or tomorrow. That day is coming soon enough. Until then, I am going to keep living life. That's how I am dealing with this. It's probably not healthy, ignoring the emotions like I am. For now, it's working for me. Today, I love my little bubble. It's a warm place, full of messy life.
And, with that, I am off to take Jules to Urgent Care, then to pick Kevin up, get dinner, come home to my clean house (thanks to three amazing ladies from CTCA who came over last night and did an amazing, AMAZING job!!!), and fall asleep in my bed, wishing my husband were here with me. I think he comes home tomorrow night - maybe I'll make him a cake. He likes chocolate, with pudding.
I think that is a good plan for dealing with the shit that cancer has thrown at me. I will bake a cake.
Fuck you, cancer. You may be trying, but I'm still living. So, fuck you - you aren't welcome here, and I am not going to stop my life for you. I've got too much living left to do.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Disclaimer: I am sitting in chemo, using my husband's tablet to try to update the blog (because I have been, if you'll excuse the expression, balls to the wall busy the last few weeks). I am hoping that by trying to do this from my email, it will work. *fingers crossed*
So, the last, oh, 6 weeks have been absolutely crazy. I mean, most days have been just trying to make it minute to minute, and hoping I don't lose the kids or my keys or my phone or my mind. And, most of the time, I managed to make it through the day without crying or getting so pissed off I wanted to punch something.
I have been meaning to update you all on how things have been going. Every time something happens, I mentally write a post, then don't have the time to actually sit down and type it out. So, while I have the time, I am going to try to remember everything and update you.
Physically, I am doing well. As I said, I am sitting in infusion right now, getting erbitux. I am on a weekly regiment of erbitux, and on a week-on/week-off regiment with the xeloda. So far, I feel really good on this. About 6 weeks ago, we had done a lab draw with CEA, which had gone up to almost 20. Needless to say, I freaked our. Dr. Kundranda wanted to know what was going on, so I had a CT scan.
On the same day, my father-in-law flew into town, and brought with him my new puppy!!!! Yes, we have a new puppy! When I can get back to my laptop, I will post pictures of her. She is just a baby....4 months old, a Pembroke Corgi, fluffy and full of energy and sharp teeth and so much love it hurts my heart sometimes. She has bonded to me, almost immediately, and she has quickly become a wonderfully amazing part of our family.
And, yes, we still have the cats. The cats and the dog are still learning to live together, but so far, it's working out just fine.
Back to the CT....as you an imagine, that day was very intense. I went from getting the higher CEA on Monday night (very low) to the appointment with Dr. K and talking about what happens if the CT scan shows growth (extremely low) to meeting my baby girl, Gizzy, (a great big high) to hearing back on the CT scan, which came back with minimal growth on two tumors on my lungs (another high)! It was, honestly, an exhausting day.
That week, I also ended up getting my pain pump put in. (Seriously, I am not kidding when I said that I have been on the brink lately.) It worked out that , beause of the CT scan, I was off chemo for over a week. As that is a requirement of getting surgery, it worked out that I could get the surgery that week. So, I went into surgery more than a little frazzled, but it worked out for the best.
The recovery from the surgery was tough the first three days, due to fatigue (I didn't sleep well the first two nights) and withdrawal from the oral pain meds, which should have been tapered a bit more. But, live and learn.
....honestly, I am trying to rack my brain to try to remember what else has happened. Trust me when I say it has been crazy.
The week after my surgery, the kids started school (7th grade for Jules, 3rd grade for Kevin) and are doing really well, in spite of a few issues with Kevin that we are working on. And, my good friend Ilana came into town and visited....not as long of a visit as either of us wanted, but since she lives in the Pacific Northwest, I will take what I can get. :)
The week after that (so, 2 weeks after surgery), my best girlfriends in the entire world came to see me. We rented a house in a neighborhood far enough away from home that I felt like I was on vacation, but close enough that we could stop over and say hello. I have known these ladies for over 18 years, and haven't seen most of them in something like 7 years. It was just....I don't think I have words to really say how I feel about these women and how amazing this weekend was for me. I asked them to come when I was at a pretty low point a few weeks earlier, and within a week, they had flights booked, had rented the house, and were ready to come. It was such a wonderful weekend; even though we live so far apart, being with them was natural and perfect and really felt like no time had passed, except when we talked about our kids and husbands. lt was just a spectacular weekend.
And, the weekend after that (3 weeks to the day, matter of fact), I flew home to New York to attend my 20th high school reunion. Despite some travel snafus, the trip was fabulous. I saw my brothers and nieces, my future sister-in-law asked me to be in their wedding , and I was able to catch up with people I haven't seen in many many years. I played tourist in my hometown, ate some really good food, and reminisced about my childhood. It was just a wonderful trip.
Side note: my pain pump did not make the TSA x-ray machines here in Phoenix go off (the one where you stand inside and hold your arms up in the air). However, it did make the walk-through machines back home go off. No big deal....they took me aside and did a patdown, which is fine by me. Just thought I would share.
The weekend after that, I slept. A lot. I was pooped....so, we spent that Sunday doing nothing. I didn't even shower or change out of my pajamas. It was awesome.
So, I think that's about it. I know there is more; for example, I finally met the child-life specialist here at CTCA, and she is just amazing. She came up to see me in infusion one day, and while I spent most of our time crying, she helped me process some things that have been weighing very heavily on my mind. For several weeks after my CEA went up, I was really struggling with things....I was/still am very fearful that we are looking at some very heavy decisions sooner than I had hoped (I.e., what do we do if the next CT scan, in 4 weeks or so, show growth?). And, worrying about that had started to consume me. If I am being honest, I still think about it, but I am trying not to focus too much on it. I got to a point where I was obsessing about what I wanted to finish...projects I want to complete for the kids, things I need to do around the house to get things in order for Levi, etc. So, while it's better, I still think about it, but I also am working on accepting the fact that, if I don't get those things done, it will be okay.
And, with that, I am going to proof-read this and send it off. More as soon as I can sit down, so maybe next week. :)
Thursday, July 17, 2014
...after some discussions with my husband, my parents, and some friends, I came up with a list of about 20 or so questions for my pain dr, so that we could all better understand this pain pump and how it would affect me. I thought it might help to have this information here, so that others who might be pondering the same scenario would have a better understanding of what this device entails.
As always, please don't take my information as the end-all-be-all. This is not meant to replace conversations with your doctor regarding your specific condition or situation. All of this information is specific to my situation, meaning that answers to the same questions might get a different answer from a different doctor or in a different situation.
There, I think I covered everything. So, here goes.
One of the questions I had was regarding the medications available for use in the pump. Dilaudid is the initial drug of choice for my situation, as I am already currently taking it orally, and it's working. There are other medications that can be used if the dilaudid doesn't work, such as morphine and another drug that I can't remember the name of. Good news is that, because the amount of medications that I would start out with is SO low (1/100th of my current dose), there is room to increase the amount of pain medication. There is also a way for me to administer a bolus shot of medication (basically an addition shot of pain meds through the pain pump via a beeper-sized remote control I would carry with me at all times). I can also use oral breakthrough medications if the pain level gets high enough. The goal, however, would be to wean me off of the oral medications.
I asked if medical marijuana was an option to help control my pain, and it is. I am going to start that conversation with my doctors, as both Levi and I are very interested in pursuing this as an option. I don't know how this will all play out, but I will keep you updated.
Once I am fully healed, there will be no limitations on my activity. However, during the 4-6 week healing process, my activities will be severely limited. I won't be able to lift anything, including laundry or groceries (isn't that a shame?), do any activity that causes me to twist (i.e., vacuuming), or sleep on my stomach (which is fine - I'm a side sleeper anyways).
The unit and tubing *can* become dislodged, however, in all his years of doing this, he hasn't seen one. There are two fail-safes for each connection to ensure this doesn't happen. The procedure to reconnect anything would be an outpatient procedure.
I/we were concerned with how the medications are processed in the body, and whether there would be any potential damage to the liver and/or kidneys. Because the doses are so small (again, it could be 1/100th of what I'm currently taking), the risk is fairly low. However, my team is constantly checking me for that type of stuff, so any issues would be found and addressed before they became a problem.
I was concerned about whether this pump would restrict what chemotherapy options I have available to me. This came up because my doctor specifically mentioned that Avastin wouldn't be an option until I was fully healed, because that chemotherapy inhibits the creation of blood vessels. I asked if there were any other conflicts, and there aren't. Since I'm allergic to Avastin, this is a moot point for me.
In my research, there are many references to a "trial period" with this device, wherein I would potentially stay in the hospital overnight and a temporary cath line would be inserted into my spine. Medication would be delivered to the same area that and basically tested to see if that would be effective. My doctor is willing to do this, on an outpatient basis, but his concern is that, if he gives me a certain low-ish dose to start with during this trial period, and (because it's too low) it's not effective, I could be unconvinced that this would work when, in full practice, it would work just fine with a slightly higher dose. Made perfect sense to me.
This unit would not, in any way, hinder my ability to get MRIs, CT scans, etc.
In a traditional chemo pump, the catheter that extends into your neck can sometimes get a scab-like covering over the end of the cath, making it difficult (if not impossible) to delivery meds/chemo or to get blood return. I asked if this could happen with the pain pump. My dr said that it *can* happen, but that it takes a few years (4, he said) for this to happen, and he's never seen it occur.
I asked if he was the only dr onsite that can access the pain pump, refill my pain meds, etc. He is not - his PA (whom I absolutely ADORE) is also trained to do this, although he would have to be involved in any changes to dosing or meds.
One of the concerns that I had was whether this procedure requires a flushout period for chemo or my current pain meds. The good news is that it does not. Whew.
The last questions was whether the body can reject this pain pump as a foreign entity and cause issues. It can, but again, in all his experience, he has never seen it happen.
So, with that, I have a much better understanding of what this pain pump is, how it works, and how it will affect me. I feel much more confident that, once I reach a point where this is an option, I can move ahead with this procedure with no questions.
The good news is that, with this slight increase in my meds (as of last Friday) I am feeling much better. My pain is much more controlled, and I am feeling less overall pain, which means I am also taking less of my breakthrough medications. This, my friends, is a good thing.
For now, I am going to stay the course on my current medications, pursue obtaining my medical marijuana card (it's legal here in AZ), and consider all of my options moving forward.
Let me know if you thought of any questions that I should ask my doctors about this pain pump. I'm very interested to hear what your thoughts are.
Monday, July 14, 2014
He asked me to open my mind to considering an internal pain pump. As you can imagine, I was shocked and scared that this is the next step we are looking at. It's overwhelming to think about.
The unit itself is from Medtronic. Here is a link to the information directly from the Medtronic website regarding what the pump is and how it works. Basically, it is a unit about, oh, say 2-ish inches around and about half an inch thick that weighs about 16 ounces or so (it was heavier than I thought) that sits just under the skin in the abdomen. Attached to that is a long tube (called a catheter) that the drs winds through the body and inserts into the intrathecal area of the spine (if I remember correctly, this is the same area they access when you have an epidural when you are having a baby).
Here's a picture.
Photo credits here and here
And, here's a picture of how it would potentially sit in my body.
I was really glad Levi was with me at this appointment - I don't know how I would have done if he hadn't been there to talk me through it all. After the appt, we sat down for breakfast and started formulating a list of questions that we needed to get answers to before we can make a decision. We also spoke with my parents to get their viewpoint and questions, and I did (as you can imagine) a bunch of research.
Today, I emailed a list of questions, probably 25 in all, to my care team, so that we can start to get a better picture of what this would really, truly entail.
On Friday, I was completely overwhelmed. I don't know why, but I saw this as an end-of-life decision, one that somehow puts me into a different group of survivorship. I can't really explain to you why I had these feelings, why I had such inexplicable fear about having this done. I guess, in my mind, I always figured that there would always be another option of pain medication, or that somehow, we'd stumble onto the cause of the pain and therefore just be able to eliminate it.
Having this device implanted is a huge step, and, in my mind, a final decision. I really can't explain it better than that. I think that this, combined with the news a few weeks ago about my tumors growing in size and number, just hit me all at once. It feels like I am somehow coming to the end, and I don't know why. I feel like we are running out of options for chemotherapy, for pain management....and what happens when we are completely out of options to control everything.
Maybe that's it. Maybe it's just that I see this as yet another "We are out of options so we'll try this to see if it helps" kind of discussion. That's a scary place to be.
So, I'll ask you all. Does anyone have experience with a pump of this kind? I'd love to hear all sides - positive, negative, people who chose to use it, people who chose NOT to use it. We want to hear all sides, so we can make an informed decision, and know that what we choose is the right decision.
Any help y'all can provide would be greatly appreciated.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
The team wasn't excited about telling me this information, as you can well guess. Dr. K. was pretty clear about letting me know that there aren't many options left for me, as far as chemotherapy goes. We had three options that we talked about.
1) Continue my current regiment of Erbitux, but add Xeloda back in. There are pros and cons to this. The pro is that it has worked in the past, and it worked well. The con is that it does have a negative effect on my bone marrow, and inhibits my platelets, my white blood cells, and my red blood cells. Dr. K. made it very clear that using this method is, in his words, a stopgap measure.
2) Look at using Stivarga/Regorafenib, which is the only other FDA-approved chemotherapy drug left for me to try. This is an option we have to seriously consider, but there are a lot of cons with this. First, the method that this chemo works on in the body is a similar pathway to Avastin, which I had a massive allergic reaction to last year. This drug also comes with a HUGE list of potential side effects...among them, fatigue, high blood pressure, elevated liver counts, low platelets, anemia, and hand/foot syndrome.
3) Clinical trials. This would obviously be dependent on what was open, what I qualified for, where they were located, etc. There is nothing at CTCA currently, but there may be some things coming down the pike. Additionally, if I do a clinical trial, I have to have what they call a 4-6 week washout period, which means I would have to be off of chemo for that long before I started a clinical trial.
As you can imagine, this appt with my team was not very happy and joyful. It was pretty somber.
The plan for right now is to go back to the Erbitux/Xeloda plan. We are switching my Erbitux treatments to a weekly cycle, and I will be doing a week on/a week off with the Xeloda. They are going to pull my labs on a weekly basis, to see how badly the Xeloda tanks my bone marrow, and make this a very fluid plan. I will be getting Neupogen shots pretty regularly, to keep my numbers where they need to be.
As Dr. K. said, this is just a stopgap. This can't be a permanent plan. My system just isn't going to tolerate it long-term. And, that scares the crap out of me. I tolerate this so well - there aren't many side effects that I affect my everyday living. And, the thought of moving to another, unknown-to-me drug is terrifying.
Then, there's the thought that this is the end of the line, chemotherapy wise. That's a very scary thought. What happens if I get through this treatment, it stops working, and the next drug doesn't work. Do I just keep living life, knowing that I'm on borrowed time (which I honestly already feel like, but it will feel that much more....well, imminent). Do I just sit around and wait to die? That's kind of what I feel like I'm facing. Choices that aren't great, options are decreasing, and I am sitting here, feeling like I'm waiting for the Grim Reaper to peek his ugly head around the corner and tell me, "It's time."
Please don't read this the wrong way - I'm not giving up. More, it's just a stark realization that things aren't looking as good as we'd like them to be, and I am having to face some very serious issues. I have started some conversations with friends about doing what we always said we'd do, but keep putting off for a variety of reasons. I contacted some friends that are spread throughout the country - we keep talking about getting together, doing some wild and crazy things, but life keeps getting in the way. I told them that I didn't want the next and/or last time I see them to be when I am on my deathbed. We have started the process of making plans.
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm trying to take this information, process it, and use it to the best of my ability. I do realize, now more than ever, that my time here is very finite. I want to live until I'm 100, but in all honesty, I am going to be damned lucky to make it to 40. Therefore, I need to stop saying, I want to do this someday. I need to start doing that shit NOW!
Another thing that put this all into perspective is a friend was told she has 6 months to live. She and I are the same age, same cancer, kids are similar ages (though hers are a bit younger), and we are both married. She lives right around the corner from us. We have been spending time with this wonderful family - I'll call her Jane. Jane and I have had some very serious talks about how we want things to go, what we need to do to leave a legacy for our kids, etc. It's disheartening and scary, but so nice to have someone to talk with about this who is in the same boat I am.
Isn't that an odd statement.
Anyway, between watching Jane go though her time, and me knowing that my time is limited - well, it helps push things I want to do to the front of my list. I am not going to live the next (unknown) months/years in fear, living with regrets, wondering "what if I had done XYZ when I felt better". I want to do that stuff now, when it means the most.
So, on that note, I am going to get off the computer, get my kids lunch, and spend some time with a friend this afternoon. I am going to make my family chicken fried rice (Kevin's favorite meal), and I am going to hold my husband's hand as we fall asleep tonight. I am going to tuck my kids into bed, kiss them on their cheeks, and huh them so tight that they complain about it....then, they hug me right back with the same intensity, which is amazing.
I am going to live the freaking HELL out of whatever time I have left on this earth. I am not going to spend the rest of my life feeling sorry for myself, or asking why this had to happen to me, or wondering if I'll ever get to do the things I want to do the most. I am going to teach my kids that, no matter what life throws at you, you can have a wonderful life and fit a lifetime of happiness into a short period of time. I want to be the kind of person that others look to for inspiration as they move forward in their lives. I want to be the person that people talk about long after I'm gone.
Wonder if I can make that happen.
Anywho....I'm off. More later.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
I'll start with now - I am feeling pretty good. For the most part, I am just living life. My back pain has kicked up again, and has been pretty bad. I went in last week to meet with the pain dr, and we increased my meds, but it looks like I am going to have to switch to something different...I think my body has just built up a resistance to this particular drug. I have an appt on June 23 to see the pain dr I do like (the other one and I don't exactly get along, hence the wait), so I'm very much looking forward to that.
I have been on my bi-weekly schedule of Erbitux, and everything seems to be going well. My CEA was pretty stable at around 9 for a few weeks, but this past week, it jumped up to 13.4. My dr seems to feel that that may have been due to the fact that two weeks prior, I had pneumonia, so we are staying the course for now, and if the number remains the same or goes back down, we'll continue as we are. If the number goes back up again next Tuesday when labs are drawn, I will go back on Xeloda, which I am perfectly fine with. I tolerate both very well, so I don't see any issues with that.
I had a bladder biopsy yesterday, to check for the source of some trace amounts of blood in my urine. When they were running tests trying to diagnose the pneumonia, the found the blood, and all around, everyone just wants to be safe. So, I spent yesterday in a very sleepy manner....the test itself was quick, and I was asleep, which helped. I can't imagine doing that while being awake. Today, I feel perfectly fine. I should hear back from them early next week regarding the few biopsies they took. I don't have any concerns - the dr was very reassuring that everything looked fine and that there was nothing to worry about. Could be that that's what Dr. K told him to say, but for now, I'll take it. :)
I'm trying to think back on what's happened since I last posted. The family and I took a vacation to CA, but time is short right now, so I won't expound on that except to say that it was, hands down, the most amazing family vacation. I could not have scripted a better time for us. I promise I will post pictures soon.
As I said, time is short - Levi's on his way home and we have to head out to run some errands, but I will update more shortly. Meantime, know that I appreciate your continued support, and I adore you all. :)
Saturday, May 31, 2014
I will update more in a bit, but for now, know that I am happy, healthy, and doing well. The family is fine, and we are just enjoying life.
I promise I will post more soon. :)