On ice

i went to work on Friday. Had a lovely lunch with a fellow “cancer buddy”. Then around 3:30 I started to feel cold. And by 3:50 I had to leave. I shuffled along to my parking garage, drove home, went straight upstairs and into bed. 

I had the chills, started piling on the blankets and my temperature started rising: 99.8, 100.8, 101.7, 102.7.  I called my local oncologist and they wanted me to be admitted. Maia drove me to the hospital and Kirsten met me there. 

The staff at Smilow met their “gold standard” of care in this situation by getting my blood cultures drawn and IV antibiotics going in under an hour. My fever did go as high as 102.9 at which time they brought in the ice bags. 

By 9:00 my fever seemed to go down as fast as it went up. Kirsten could tell as I went from laying there not talking at all to talking more and more and more!

They have kept me here and weaned me from IV antibiotics to oral and tried to get my nausea under control. I should go home this morning. 

I won’t be going back into the office this week. Turns out Friday was my last day there. I’ll stop in on my way home today and grab my laptop, etc. and hopefully be up to working from home this week. 

As always it takes a village. Sarah and Demian took Minka to the vet for me Saturday morning (something that had to be done prior to my SCT). Sounds simple, but not with Minka! She is a bit of an anxious pup and HATES the vet. She got out of her collar outside the vet (which is on Main St. in East Haven). They scrambled to corral her and Demian heroically, quick-thinking, and fleet of foot stopped traffic on Main St. so Minka wouldn’t kill herself!

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Heather

I never thought I’d be writing a blog, and certainly not one that is all about me, and yet, here I am. For me life has always been interesting, not mundane, not always exciting per se, but hardly ever the norm. When I say “It’s always something…” I don’t hear it as my life is a mess, it;s always something. It’s more of life is challenging and evolving and messy and inspiring and wondrous, it’s always something. I grew up in suburbia, buy my grandfather was the head of the Communist Party in the U.S. I was raised keeping that a secret, so that was something. I am tall, always have been, really tall (6’1″), I was taller than every human being in my elementary school when I was in 6th grade, that is still something. My parents divorced in my teens. I got a full basketball scholarship to Duke University. I married my high school basketball coach, 18 years my senior. I raised a stepson. I had two amazing kids of my own. We had a multicultural household, secular christian (I guess that’s what I would call it, you know Santa and the Easter Bunny) and Judaism, I used to say if it was a holiday – we celebrated it! We were uber involved in our community, mostly through youth athletics, coaching, managing and spectating. Our kids grew up, I started a photography business on the side (I hope to share some photos here) and we planned to travel a bit together, went to Portugal for our 25th anniversary and then my husband was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer, initially they gave him 5 years, but he only survived for a little over two. I was going to say lived, but really, it was more like surviving. That, indeed, was something. I became a widow at 49. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. But, then it was something in another way. I relearned who I was. You don’t realize how much of you becomes a combination of you and another person in a relationship. And not in a bad way, it is essential, and you don’t lose yourself, you just evolve. And I found myself suddenly alone, and learning about myself and who I had become over the years, what was just me, and what was part of who we were together. Which in retrospect, was probably hardest on those around me who had gotten used to the old me, or never even knew the original me. A year later I found love again. Sold my home of 31 years and moved closer to work. I became more fit, ate more healthfully and was amazed that I could be happy, truly happy, in the wake, no not wake, but the shadow of such profound grief. And that is truly something, something amazing and unexpected. And then, through some routine blood work in April 2014, and a visit to a hematologist and bone marrow biopsy in May, I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. And so, yes, for me right now it’s multiple myeloma, but that is not all, there are still highs and joys, and the mundane and the rest, but something like cancer does cast a pretty long shadow.

8 thoughts on “On ice”

  1. Heather, recently found out about your illness from Barbara, your blog is wonderful, and all my kind thoughts and best wishes are with you. I’d pray for you if I believed in god! Love, Jacquelyn

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  2. Hey Heather-you’re quite eloquent even through all of this!!!! You better than anyone, knows how significant it is having a ‘Village’ for support and it sounds like you’re in amazing hands!
    I’m keeping you in my thoughts and prayers – continue with your incredible fighting attitude-🙏

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  3. I think of ice bags as things for sore muscles and bumps and bruises. It’s a whole different thing when it’s for a fever. Still… I like how something as simple as frozen water can have such excellent healing properties. And the thought of you feverish is upsetting… but the thought of you not talking is even scarier! Silence is only relatively golden. And I think your blog is wonderful, too. And I believe in a lot of things. Seen and unseen, known and unknown. And as far as it is given me to do so, all the energy and light and power and good vibration I can send to you, I’m sending. Although, I’m going to keep just enough for myself to recover from the minor heart attack I just had, reading about Minka bolting at the vet! Damn! Points for Demian– Hero of the Day!

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  4. Hey Girl! It truly is always something:) I’m glad that it was just a minor bump and that you have such a great support system! While I’m not particularly religious, I will light a candle for you every day until you come home from Boston. My mom used to do this for me whenever I faced a challenge and I have carried on her tradition:). It’s my way of sending my love and postive thoughts and vibrations to you! Be well my friend. I look forward to seeing you soon. xoxo Cheryl

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