All sorts of things

Some of the little things, or the not so little things that make me feel better:

  • A friend checking in daily from her vacation in France
  • A co-worker telling me that seeing me go through this has changed his outlook on letting things “get to him” both at work and at home
  • A friend dropping off soup and flowers after I returned from the hospital
  • Texts from my nephew reassuring me of my beauty
  • Texts from  a dear old friend reminding me of the bonus of being hairless while riding in a convertible – so true!
  • Priceless stories from my oldest friend of herself and others fainting
  • Making people laugh retelling my fainting story
  • Having everyone at work tell me “how great (my) hair looks like this” – thank you Raquel Welch wigs and Progressions Hair Salon and Wig Boutique
  • Knowing my kids are supporting each other
  • My mother reading my large stem cell transplant binder while I cook her dinner and telling me that I can’t have salad or raw vegetables for a year, only to read it myself last night and see that it is only salad bars I can’t eat from for a year – the salad/raw vegetable limitation is only for a month – wait, is that a good thing – well, in the end it is, I am incredibly relieved and I’ve gotten a lot of laughs telling that story too
  • Waiting to leave the house with my buff on after a long day of wearing my wig (gets very itchy) and having Scot come downstairs looking like this:

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  • Reminders from those who have known me since I was born that I was bald until I was two years old
  • A former teammate and my cancer buddy reminding me that I am an athlete and that cancer is my competition right now
  • And all the love, emails, messages, texts, and comments on the blog from family and friends alike from near and far – you are all loved right back

P.S. Wearing that blouse and that buff, my kids and I determined that I looked exactly like Lucille Ball in the I Love Lucy episode where she is stomping the grapes (the blouse has poofy sleeves and I was also wearing a skirt) believe you me it was true!

Attitude and Support

Attitude and support, support and attitude – they go hand in hand. I am fortunate to have a wide and deep variety of support. I have my family – parents, my kids, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and my husband’s family. I have friends who are like family who I have known my entire or life or 37, 34, 0r 25 years. My book club peeps, my work friends, Trumbull friends, my kids’ friends, basketball friends, friends who are cancer survivors, friends who  are getting cancer treatment, and my Facebook friends. And there is my boyfriend who supports me in so many ways, literally nourishing me, body, heart and soul.

I have been listening to a guided imagery from Health Journeys and a section of it goes like this:

“as the expanding circle of light approaches you with its generous energy, and gently surrounds you, you become aware of a warm presence surrounding you. And looking around in this remarkable light you can see that you are encircled by gentle loving beings, immediately recognizable as allies, loving friends with special gifts and powerful abilities, a whole circle of smiling well-wishers in the bright humming light….all gathered around you, warming you with their protective presence, nodding and smiling.”

I have absolutely no problem, seeing this, feeling this and seeing all the faces, feeling the love and support, because I live it every day.

This week I have received it in spades. Lisa drove me to Boston and stayed overnight to visit the second day, Alison came for a 6 hour visit today, Scot came up and surprised me for a quick 2 hour visit (plus the 2 1/4 hour ride up and back), Sarah comes on Saturday and will stay with a friend to visit on Sunday too.  And then Scot comes back to pick me up on Sunday. I have received loads of emails, texts and phone calls. My nephew Hunter sent me a youtube playlist of videos to cheer me up. Everyone keeps asking if I am bored – I actually don’t have time to be bored!

This support allows me to maintain a very upbeat attitude. The staff here has been regaled with peals of laughter from my room, me with a friend, me alone with a silly video from my sister.  I’ve been trying to maintain some fitness walking laps in the hallway, or like today dancing laps in the hallway with my headphones on.

I had a ton of delays before they finally got the treatment started at 5:00 p.m. yesterday, more than a full day after I was admitted, But I really didn’t get too aggravated. I try to be understanding while staying on top of what I need,  My attitude is appreciated by the staff, who have really been terrific here. It is service like you would expect in a fine hotel.  Every time anyone comes to my room it’s, “Do you need anything?” or “Is there anything I can do for you?”

The love and support from friends and family on top of the confidence I have in my doctor and care team here leaves me generally feeling calm, secure and peaceful.

Don’t get me wrong, I have my moments, I worry about the future, I have mourned the impending loss of my hair (just trying to come up with a solution now) and stress sometimes over all the self-management of my care that is required.

Because, you know, it’s always something…

Today it was chemotherapy and an ever-growing list of other meds (including finding an anti-nausea med that is working), laughing at cat videos, delivery of my bubbly water and a stack of magazines, dancing in the hallways, surprise visits, a completed crossword puzzle or two, godiva chocolate and love from everywhere.  I’ll take it.

Now if I can just figure out how to get some sleep between the dexamethasone and all the necessary overnight visits from the staff!

Next

So, the new regimen also did not exactly do it’s job, so Dr. Munshi at Dana Farber has prescribed a different treatment, CDEP, Dexamethasone, Cyclophosphamide, Etoposide, Platinum (Cisplatin). The four drugs are given in combination over four days, dexamathesaone in a pill and the other 3 via a slow, constant infusion as an inpatient. I am going to Boston late morning tomorrow and will be admitted to Brigham and Women’s (across the street from Dana Farber, where they do all of their inpatient treatment).I should be discharged on Saturday. My understanding is that I will mostly be bored (maybe I’ll blog!). The following week I may not feel great as my blood counts will likely be very low. I will be watched by my doctor here at Smilow and may need transfusions and/or the support of neulasta (again).
And the following week, I may lose my hair – eek. There will at least be thinning – which I can well afford, as long as it isn’t in a big clump right on my forehead!  But, I am mentally preparing to lose it all. And even if not from this treatment then certainly from the stem cell transplant that this treatment is preparing me for, which will likely be in about 8 weeks or so.
Aside from total vanity, losing my hair means that the world will know I have cancer.  Although it is not a secret, I am not “out” at work, nor on Facebook. I just don’t want any pity parties!
The other problem with losing my hair is covering my head, my huge, gigantic head. I did some rough measuring and from my calculations I am just on the outside of the largest size in women’s wigs. I already know my head is too big for women’s hats. So, it shall be interesting…
The best suggestion so far came from my friend Michael, and I quote,”more cleavage”  Yes, there is always that. It reminds me of that old W.C. Fields quote that Ken use to repeat (often),

“If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.”

or cleavage, same thing…