Day +2

Day +2 was marked by the changing of the guard, Lisa finished her 3 day tour of duty and left last night while Kyle was driving up. I’ll miss Lisa’s ever present smile and silliness. I was surprised when two of Kyle’s best “girl” friends, Jane and Toni, arrived with Kyle early this morning. It was great to see them both and Jane brought me a beautiful floral arrangement, she is a nurse and knew that it could not be live flowers. It was wonderful to have their energy in the room.

I worked hard and broke my streak, no puking! Nibbled some crackers when needed. The day is not over but getting through the morning was key.

The mighty melphalan is doing it’s thing, my white blood count dropped to 0.64. Which means two things, I can’t go to the shower in the hallway any more and I am more fatigued. It’s a weird feeling to be laying in bed and feel like lifting your phone up to look at it is an effort. But, generally speaking I feel pretty good. And I suppose a third thing – kicking the multiple myeloma’s butt!

And it was nice to have a napping partner this afternoon, we took a good 2 hours snooze after watching some Game of Thrones. To his credit, when he heard me move he jumped awake and said “Are you o,k,?” – he’ll make a good dad some day 🙂

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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 “Day +2”

  1. Heather,
    Sending healing thoughts your way. Love reading your blog; I can feel the love of those around you. It’s nice to see your sense of humor come through. Remember, this, too, shall pass. Hang in there my friend…….Ann Marie

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  2. Hi Heather, glad to hear that you are feeling better. Thanks for keeping us updated even though you are tired. There is a game of thrones going on within your body, the drug is kicking MM’s butt. Always sending you good thoughts and strength. Miss you! Watch something funny next. Denise

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  3. Kyle looks like a baby when he’s sleeping. Peaceful and sweet. Mask and all. : ) Hope you are resting, too. Still lovin’ on those stems cells. And you.

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