A SIX SESSION CHEMO (ONE SESSION EVERY THIRD WEEK) HAD MY FOURTH PET SCAN AND AM NOW IN A STAGE WHERE THE TUMORS
ON MY SPINE ARE GONE, AND WILL HAVE TO BE SCANNED EVERY THREE MONTHS FOR A YEAR. WHILE I AM SO VERY HAPPY WITH THIS
I JUST HELD A DEATH WATCH FOR MY MOTHER WHO HAD BREAST CANCER. WHILE I KNEW SHE WAS QUITE ILL, I DID NOT EXPECT HER
TO GO GO SOON, AND THE EMOTIONAL TOLL WAS GREAT. MY QUESTION TO WHOMEVER READS THIS AND HAS ANY INFORMATION IS
IS IT NORMAL TO GET THIS GREAT INFORMATION THREE WEEKS AGO YET BE FRIGHTENED OF EVERY ACHE AND PAIN AND ITCH, ETC.
I AM FIGHTING TO GET THROUGH THIS EMOTIONAL ISSUE WITH MY MOTHER AND SEEM TO BE SCARED ALL THE TIME. THANKS IN
ADVANCE FOR ANY HELP SENT MY WAY.
Hi kgirl and welcome!
First, congrats on completing chemo and the tumors being gone. Second - I'm so sorry to hear about your Mom! It's never easy to lose a loved one no matter if it's quick or over a longer time. My deepest condolences.
As for your concerns (fears?) about aches and pains, that is pretty normal even for those of us who have been at this game for several years (it's been almost 8 yrs for me, longer for others on here) but we've all found that usually the father out you are and especially if you get continuing good reports, you think of it less and less. Except - around scan time even if you have been getting clean bills of health up til then.
Someone on here coined the phrase scanxiety and it's so true! I believe it's because blood-borne cancers are so tricky to "cure" even though many are treatable and some are now looked at more as a chronic medical condition and treat symptoms as they appear. But it's still "cancer" and we can't help but be a little (a lot?) frightened about what the future holds for us.
You, in particular, got a double whammy - dealing with your own cancer and then losing your Mom to another form of it. Double stress, double anxiety.
Try to stay focused on today, it has enough of its own problems. Deal with tomorrow when it gets here. When things get a little overwhelming remember to beathe..... breathe..... deeeeeeeeep from the gut....... breathe........ let it all out..... and repeat as necessary. Also when feeling overly anxious, try drinking some extra water - stress can be a terrible dehydrator. And get some motion in your body - walk, clean house, dance....something. All can help you cope with the stress.
You're among friends here who understand and have been there (are there!). Post as often as you need sweetie - we're listening and here to support you.
Sharon
When I opened your email this morning, it was like a window was cracked open
a bit and some fresh air blew by my face.
Thank you so much, more than I can say with words, for your response, kind
words and empathy. I find it so difficult
to speak of my fears to my husband or sister. Not for any lack of response
or love, but because I don't wish to appear
weak, or burden either of them, especially at this time. Keeping vigil over
my mom for the last week was the hardest
thing I have had yet to fight, including my cancer (there, I said the C
word). I had never seen another human being die,
and it scared the life out of me, and I somehow landed on another planet
that I try daily to come back from. My sister and I are taking care of my
dad, who is 90 years old, and he, amazingly, is doing the best of us all.
Probably his
medical background (vet for 50 years). My husband and I build a
mother-in-laws quarters next door to my parents 12
years ago when they both hit 75 and 83 consecutively. Wanted to be close to
help. Now every time I walk into the
house to make beds or get lunch or check on Dad, it's a shot to the heart.
It's so hard to believe she is gone. We
didn't get the opportunity to bring her home. We had hospice and hospital
equipment set up but then she was to weak to
move. She took care of both of my grandmother's at home when they died, so
I feel so cheated we could not at least
bring her home. Maybe it was a blessing. My cancer was diagnosed on Feb.
24 of this year. I had been told up to that
point that I had Sciatica. The pain was unimaginable and started on Dec. 24,
2008. I finally got in for an MRI on Feb. 24, 2009 and from there was sent
immediately to emergency. I read enough of the reports to recognize "Mets",
spine,
etc. I was doped to the gills in emergency and the next day I woke up in
the hospital and the pain was entirely gone.
Steroids, I'm told. From there, in a whirlwind I had a Muga Scan, Pet Scan,
Port Installation, Bone Marrow Biopsy
And was started on chemo the next day. The chemo treatment was Vincristine,
cyclophoshamide, Doxorubicin, Vincristine,
And Rituximab along with Decodron, Zofran, Benadryl and Tylenol Each
session was eight hours, the last two for
the liquid drip to help flush my body of the toxins. Six sessions, three
weeks apart, with Nulasta every Saturday
after treatment. I breezed through the chemo with relatively few side
effects (my hair was a heartbreaker as I'm
sure all feel). My mom was going through chemo the same time, less kinds,
lesser duration, and her side effects
were much more severe. My sister and I found ourselves focusing on her, her
discomfort, her pain and what she
needed. I got lost somewhere along the way, and I include myself in that.
I don't know that I fully understand this
disease, because every time I go on line to research, I just get more scared
and think maybe I have more symptoms.
My oncologist, who I like, told me to burn the book I bought "living with
Lymphoma", because, I believe, for just
that reason. My mom's oncologist told me after diagnosis that if one had to
have cancer, Lymphoma was the best
cancer to have. I still am not sure I fully understand and accept that I
have cancer. Thinking back on my last
visit after my PET Scan and blood work, my oncologist said the tumors are
gone. I responded with "where did they
go? He replied that the chemo took care of them. What an inane question on
my part. I fled the office, I guess
afraid that if I stuck around something negative would emerge. It was after
that the death vigil began, little sleep,
Improper diet, and volumes of stress. She died on August 2, 2009, and since
then every ache, every previously
unfelt sensation, etc., terrify me. I have no idea what after effects chemo
can have on the body, or for how long,
what to ignore, what to jump out of my skin about, what to run to the doctor
with. I have no pain and that is the
only thing that originally brought me about to my diagnosis. I am just
rambling and am so sorry for being so
verbose. It just pours out. Again, thank you, thank you, thank you. If
you have time, please continue to talk to
Me.
Hi kgirl,
Of course I have time to keep talking. I'm good at listening and you need someone to hear you.... keep pouring it all out, sweetie. That's one of the reasons for the boards and a reason why I'm here. It's ok - we'll walk along this journey with you. And wow! what a lot you've had to handle for the last 6 months! Your own cancer....your Mom's... sometimes it makes me wish God didn't trust us so much with what is tossed our way. How about you?
Sounds like you have NHL - is it the follicular kind or diffused large b-cell? I've had both - perhaps even both kinds at the same time. I've been thru the R-CHOP regimine too (I think that's what you had if I remember the different chemicals correctly). And it ain't a walk in the park but it's pretty do-able for most people. Glad to hear you came thru it without too many side effects (as I also did). The hair stuff - well the first time of losing it is pretty shocking isn't it? I've lost mine totally 3 times and partially/mostly twice now and anymore it just don't matter to me. I haven't even worn scarves/hats since the 2nd hair loss I've also had R-CVP, Rituxan alone, Leukeran (oral chemo), and my latest treatment was a combo of ESHAP + Zevalin. Looks like I'm refractory (have some new nodes that appeared even after treatment and continue to grow the last 10 weeks) and will be seeing my doc mid-September to see what Plan G is for the 7th round in the ring with this beast.
I'm so sorry your Mom had a rough time with her chemo. I, too, lost my Mom to cancer (esophageal metastasized to lungs and breat) but it's been 20 yrs ago now. She fought the good fight but after a couple of years she said it was enough and now she's another star in the heavens. Who knows, maybe she and your Mom are chatting away right now....both stars up there shining down on us. Nice thought, huh? Please don't beat yourself up about not being able to bring her home. It just wasn't possible and it was nothing you did wrong or that you didn't want her to come home. She knew....and it was OK. It was the way it was meant to be. (I've become rather Zen in my middle years).
It's great that your Dad can have you close by to check on him - must bring him a lot of comfort and security. He is a very fortunate guy. And to have had them both right there for the last 12 years - very, very, nice...... They must have been great parents when you were growing up for you to think of building a place for them for you to "pay them back" for their sacrfices in raising you - seems they did it right.
Alright - back to you for a bit. Yes, reading too much can scare the bat snot out of a person! So if you totally trust your oncologist, let them guide you and your treatments and gain knowledge in little bits as you can digest them. Too much too soon and be overwhelming! I remember when I was first diagnosed started surfing the web, (unknowingly) found some very outdated info/stats that basically said I could expect to have less than a year! OMG! I shut down the computer, said oh hell no that won't be me! and didn't look back. From then on, I've gone more with my instincts and let the docs deal with the technicalities.
As for the fears..... you have cancer, cancer does NOT have you. It doesn't define you. Stay determined to face any storm that comes your way head on. Look cancer in the "eye" and tell it that you WILL get up one more time than it tries to knock you down and you will NOT allow it to control your life! Sure, you'll have to make accommondations every now and then for your tests and scans and you may have to do things a little differently or slower than before (the aches and pains can last for months after chemo even with everything being clear), you may have days you just feel like crud but that can't take away your determination! Work to that point where you can pretty much thumb your nose at the cancer and LIVE the gift that's called "life".
Alright, now I've rambled enough..... those who know me on the boards say it's one of the things I do best! LOL
I'll be right here (after work hours anyway...) and listening.
Sharon
Hi kgirl -
You hang in there, I do remember the shock when I was first diagnosed (Oct 2007). I actually struggled with guilt, because my husband lost his first wife to cancer, and I didn't want to put him thru that again. (Of course, he was a rock thru it all!) I went thru the same treatment that you did, and it left me fatigued for many months after the last treatment, so you may still be dealing with that too, as well as your grief.
I heard the same thing from my onc - 'best cancer to have', and I am in remission, but scan time, even going WITHOUT scans, can be scary. I really wanted to get a scan at 1 year, even tho my onc thought it was not necessary. As you said, every ache and pain and itch made me worry. Now at almost 18 months in remission, I'm starting to feel more confident that the big C is really gone for good.
You have been thru a lot of stress and physical fight, so it is not surprising that you may need some extended time to regain your strength and calm. Be kind to yourself, and give yourself time when you can.
I have never been much of a religious person. I have a bible by my bed,
have read several passages, and began watching the channels on TV which
carried the life of Jesus, etc., several years ago for no particular reason.
I never disbelieved (any time I would question God, I would begin with
"please don't strike me dead"), and try to change every G-damn it to gosh
darn it. Now, when I pray I feel like maybe He/She thinks I'm a hypocrite.
I somewhat feel like a hypocrite. Hard
place to be. I have been diagnosed with NHL Type B, Stage IV. When I read
about indolent Lymphoma, I immediately asked
my oncologist if I had that and was told it was indolent like but not
behaving like indolent cancer, whatever the hec that
means. That was the end of May this year, and that's when I pretty much
stopped my research. Follicular was tossed around somewhere, don't know if
I read it or if it was in relation to me. I was in a walking, talking,
shock stage for
longer than I realized. Probably still am to an extent. When I had my last
PET Scan on July 23, 2009, the radiologist said as he was injecting the
radioactive stuff, I see you are in remission. I didn't say BOO, just got
huge eyes. Mostly radiologists don't say much, at least in my experience.
Not sure I believed him. When I saw Dr. Carroll on July 29, 2009 was when
he said the tumors are gone and I made my less than spectacular comment. He
never used the words remission or cure, just that I would have to have scans
for three months for a year. My next scan is mid October, and the idea of
it scares the bat snot (what a wonderful phrase) right out of me. You must
have the soul of an angel and the heart of a lion to have gone through what
you have experienced. I want you in the ring with me. How did you cope,
how long in between, has it been the same type each time? I have read that
chemo can cause new cancers in the body, not hard to imagine since it is
just pure poison. These new nodes, why? If I am getting too personal, I am
so sorry. I don't know you but sure as hec want those nodes that found
there way into your body gone, and right now. Why do you have to wait for
another month? How fast does this ugly, unwanted horrific stuff grow?
Isn't there anything that can be done in the meantime? Can't we have a
magic booth like Superman we can walk into, rip the ungodly ugliness out and
fly out, up and to emotional freedom of a sort?? We must become numb,
number than I can yet imagine. I am so, so, sorry you have to go through
this...again.
Do I dare ask "how long do I have?" Have you? Do you have any idea how
long you had it before you knew you had it? I surely don't, because until
December of 08, I thought I just had a painful case of Sciatica (that doctor
was FIRED immediately!!) Have you had the same oncologist's) through your
ordeal? How do you stay so strong, strong enough to listen to others and
provide so much comfort. I just stumbled on the LLS website and took a
chance, never really expecting to be answered. Like a said, a window
cracked a bit, my armor as well. What can I do to help you? I'm such a
mess, I have no idea what I would have to offer, but if there is anything,
any way, I would give all to try. I just turned 64 years old last Saturday,
and used to feel half that. Don't blink, it's gone in a heartbeat. I know
I should be grateful that up until the diagnosis I been disgustingly
healthy, no operations, illnesses, broken bones, etc. In 2007 at my annual
physical, I complained of discomfort in my lower back (arthritic like) got a
back X-ray, and other than arthritis through aging, nothing was seen.
Wasn't the test I should have had I now understand, and wonder if it could
have been
caught earlier. I went through a lot of frogs before I met my prince, and
want so badly to do some of the things we dreamed of after retirement. I
retired three years ago, he still has away to go as he is eleven years
younger that I.
I want the chance, don't want to go like my mom, Transfusion one week, chemo
the next and gone in two additional weeks.
She never got a chance to say goodbye, from Palliative care to being a star
in the sky shining brightly down. I hope she has your mom for company.
One thing I find so weird is to have such an ugly disease yet feel so strong
physically.
Mentally, well, that's a whole different story. I heard something not to
long ago while inside out over mom.
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can
steal. Thank you Sharon, for giving me a reasons to get moving in the
morning and turning on my computer.
Please be safe.
Kgirl (AKA Barbara)
Hi Barbara! (it's so nice to have first names, isn't it? especially while sitting around the table, drinking coffee, munching on cookies and just chatting...)
Pardon me if I miss a question or two that you had but I'll give it a shot. :-)
How do I cope....hmm.... good question. Most days pretty well actually although my spirit did go on an extended vacation at an undisclosed location for a few weeks recently. Must have been it's summer break. LOL But it's back now and mentally I'm doing much better! I've become pretty Zen in my philosphy on life and my cancer is what it is. It's nothing I've done wrong, probably nothing I can do to correct it (without lots of medical intervention) and I refuse to let it define me or take total control of my life. Plus, "it" ain't over until God tells me and he hasn't told me that yet. Took me awhile to get to this point though. When I first relapsed in 2005 (after a 3 yr remission), I thought "Holy tumors, Batman! I'm a goner for sure!" Kinda stuck my head in the sand for several months until I could ignore the growth no longer and...well....my fears didn't come true cos here I still am!
So as for how long in between? Here's the rundown in brief. Nov 2001, dx with DLBC, had 3 CHOP+radiation and 3 yr remission. Mid-2005 relapse with DLBC (but not 'officially dx'd until early 2006 - like I said, I put my head in the sand), had 3 R-CHOP and remission for a few months, relapse again with DLBC in the fall of 2006, 3 more R-CHOP + 8 weekly Rituxan only and "remission". (By this time I was beginning to think they were using that term....remission... pretty lightly! lol) Anywho, Spring 2007 and I had again "relapsed" only this time biopsy said it wasn't DLBC but rather follicular NHL (fNHL). Had 6 R-CVP and "remission"...... (uh-huh!) for a few months and new nodes popped up again!
I was getting pretty doggone tired by this time - physically, mentally, emotionally. I had got hooked up with a lymphoma specialist out of town a relapse or two prior and he suggested either I could wait and watch or.... try an oral chemo. Well for pity sake - I have cancer! I can't just wait around! I have to DO something!! (right???) So for the better part of a year, I was on an oral chemo - looked pretty good at first. Killed off the tumors we knew about....hey! this was promising! But.... (always, has to be a "but", huh??) it stopped working and a few new nodes popped up where they hadn't been before. Alrighty...back to the drawing board.
There is a clinical trial that was available to me testing the effectiveness of ESHAP (a chemo) + Zevalin (a radioimmunotherapy). The chemo reduced the bulk of the tumors - pretty much eradicated them - which it was supposed to do and then the Zevalin was supposed to go in an 1-2 punch the rogue cells. Well, obviously some of the rogues were better at hiding than the Z was at seeking cos here I am now with 3 pesky marble sized bumps on my cheek/ear area.
Why wait until September? Cos with this type of lymphoma it's usually realtively slow growing and 4 weeks won't make that much of a difference in most cases. I already had that appt. set up (4 hr drive each way) from way back in May as a follow-up to the clinical trial. Need to get a PET/CT in between anyway so we'll just hang around for now.
Boy...wouldn't it be cool if we did have that Superman booth?? But there are new treatments coming on board and on the horizon. Read some pretty interesting stuff about gene therapy and the vast improvements over the catastrophies from 15-20 yrs ago. To be able to go in and reprogram one's cells to recognize the bad (like they are supposed to) and kill them off on their own....WOW!
Never asked "how long" cos quite honestly the doc's don't have a damn clue when you get down to it. Only my higher power knows that and He ain't sayin' anything about that just yet. I don't chase statistics, I don't chase indicators. The only "statistic" I concern myself with is mine! Stats are averages - which means some are a lot longer than the average, some a lot shorter. I prefer to try for the prior group! LOL
And what do you have to offer?? You have a LOT to offer! By finding these boards, working to get your feet steady under you, getting your balance and your mojo back, then you will be here to hep the next one who comes in with fears and worries and stress...... that's what others did for me when I first came on board about 4 yrs ago and I'm just paying it forward every chance I get.
There's also a forum on here specifically for non-hodgkins lymphoma. It's under the "Living With...." section and then click on the non-hodgkins forum. There's lots of folks on there to help you along too - so you're not stuck with just me. lol Your postings might get missed on this particular section of the boards and I'd hate to have that happen. You're a good addition to our "country kitchen table". Come on over to the NHL forum when you feel comfy stopping by to say 'howdy".
My lunch break is over - need to get busy again. But I'll peep in tonite after work.
~~~~until later~~~~
Sharon
Hi Barbara and let me add my welcome to the boards. I'm the resident virtual baker here. LOL So what kind of cookies, brownies or muffins do you like? I'll make sure there are some fresh from the oven when you come back. ![]()
I wanted to comment on something your doctor said to you about the cancer not acting like indolent. It may be that it started out as indolent and then transformed into something more aggressive. I say that because that is what happened to me. I was diagnosed in August 2006 just days shy of my 48th birthday with Transformed Follicular NHL, grade III, stage III. Yikes!!! Had major panic attacks for a few days, actually they didn't stop until I had lived through my first infusion.
I'll share some wisdom a dear friend of mine told me when I was diagnosed, "don't live in the disease . . . it will eat your lunch". She, herself, was a cancer patient (renal cell carcinoma) and lost the fight on January 10, 2008. I miss her terribly. My mom also lost the fight in 2002 from ureter cancer. All this to say, that what I try to do is live each day, and each day only, to the fullest, and to honor my friend's memory by trying to keep her advice to me. I deal with my feelings when the crop up and they do crop up, and then move on. I've learned that feelings demand to be dealt with and that ignoring them or stuffing them only makes them stronger and our pain greater. Therefore, be real with yourself and your feelings and be determined to have a great life one day at a time.
By the way, I don't think God thinks you're a hypocrite. I believe that any time we call out to him, he is just thrilled to hear from us. Don't be afraid of him for he loves you more than you may know.
I so happy that you have been in remission for 18 months. Yea!!!!! Happy feet dancing for you! September 1st it will be 17 months for me. It isn't longer because I had a minor relapse in September 2007 that wasn't confirmed until April 1, 2008 when the suspicious node was completely removed. Thankfully, it was the only node affected so no additional treatment.
I think that's enough of my ramblings for one sitting. LOL Glad to have you on board with us and sorry you've had to take this journey.
Hugs and blessings,
Jane
Hi Sharon: We were typing at the same time . . . great minds!
I did as you suggested and went to the Living with Lymphoma Forum and posted
a short message. While I was there I read
your "my journey continues", and feel just awful for flooding you with all
my misgivings when you have so many things going on. God Bless you Sharon,
and while I fervently hope we continue to talk, I will also check on the
message boards.
You feel like an old friend.
Please be safe.
Barbara
Hi Barbara,
<WHEW!> Home from work...and it's been a bear of a week. Glad this is "Friday eve" (I like that better than "Thursday" lol). They sure are getting their money's worth from me this week. lol
Don't worry about "all" I've been going thru....I actually feel pretty good most of the time. And now that my spirit has returned from summer break I'm up to helping out here and there as I can. It's OK - we kinda take turns leaning on each other around here. For awhile Jane and I were leaning on each other hoping that the 2 of us together MIGHT come up with almost 1 whole person. LOL Lyn (Netnewt) and I have been known to take turns "rowing the boat" while the other one rests. We all need propping up at times - that's why it's good to be among a group who 'gets it'. There's always enough around with enough strength to help support those needing it. ![]()
Are you a coffee or a tea drinker? If not either, we always have lemonade in the summer and cocoa in the winter in our virtual kitchen - along with Jane's yummy baked goods. And best of all - it's 'figure friendly'. (Well except when I end up rummaging in the kitchen for real ice cream and cookies. lol)
Sharon
And Jane....I agree about the great minds thing!!![]()
Cookie Monster, how cool. My favorite muffins are banana nut and my favorite cookies are chocolate chip (few chips,
lots of nuts and that great Nestle recipe). My mom used to make then for me. Small correction here, I only got a "your
tumors are gone" approx. three weeks ago, hence my "scareanxiety" another coin from Sharon. I am so overwhelmed
by it all, everything, that I think my brain short circuited awhile back today. You folks are beyond heart sent, a balm to the
soul. More later, would love a muffin and chocolate chip cookie. How can I help any of you??? How does this happen
to such wonderful people. More later.
kgirl (Barbara)
I think I am starting to learn the boards. I so want to give back somehow,
but may be too raw to be much help to anyone
yet. Yea, your week is almost over, and it's a testamont to you that you
have the guts and glory to still be working.
Sorry, Sharon, I consider you my guardian angel, no pressure. Coffee is my
drink of choice (Starbucks, go figure). But I would visit your kitchen
anytime, virtual or real. No blushing allowed. I'm with you on the ice
cream. Sleep well,
dream happy, and tomorrow is another day.
Be safe.
Hi there Barbara! Another new friend to welcome you.Can't compete with Sharon; we are all so lucky to have her here. I have a longish story too. First of all I lost my mom to breast cancer also, when she was 58 andI was 28. I am now 60.So you can figure out how long ago that was. But I miss her everyday of my life. Now, the lymphoma patient in our family is my husband John. We are married almost 38 years. In 1994 he was diagnosed with mixed (intermediate) lymphoma, some small cell, some larger cells. He started a journey of so many treatments, but his first was CHOP. No R then. He got into a remission that lasted a couple of years. He went through many many protocols in the past 15 years.. He also had an autologous transplant (his own cells taken out, stem cells actually, after very aggressive chemo) and returned to him when his bone marrow was virtually empty from the chemo and he was ready to receive his baby cells. Unfortunately he had three chromosomal abnormalities so getting his own cells back didn't help for more than a few years. More relapses. More treatments. Eventually it turned pretty aggressive and he had one tumor close to his spine that could have crippled him. It was recommended that he have an allogeneic transplant (from a donor).Luckily both of his siblings were perfect matches; so they used his youngest brother. He could only have a reduced intensity transplant because he had had so much chemo all these years and also was 59. At these ages they tend to do the less aggressive transplant conditioning but it did the job of wiping out his immune system and his brother's cells engrafted successfully. that was three years ago and no signs of the disease being back. After 15 years with this I can honestly say I have gone half crazy. I have trouble coping with just the IDEA that I could lose John to this disease. Every single time we go for a scan I get physically ill for several days. I refer to my mental state as having back burner and front burner anxiety. I try during normal periods to just be grateful and feel like we have a chance to beat this, although the What If Monster, is always peeking over my shoulder. But when it's scan time, or blood work time, it goes onto the front burner, boiling away, something I can't put aside at all. So I completely understand how you feel. John is like Sharon. He has always had a very Zen approach to this."I'll do whatever I have to do to beat this" and "Why worry in between? I want to enjoy my life and not destroy it with worries". Even when he has had to face very serious procedures he went in calm saying "I have no control over this, so I'll just relax and expect all will be well". Not me. I had to start Xanax and anti-depressants. Don't be afraid to ask for medication if your anxiety gets to be too much. Also, you need to communicate with your husband. He is going to be your best ally and cheerleader. Lymphomas are odd; they can go away and come back and the pattern can take so many years you can end up with a normal life span. Try meditation and Sharon's suggested breathing.They help. Sometimes I wish we could all sit down at that country kitchen table, hold hands and feel totally safe in our unity. Keep posting and don't have any doubts you will be helping someone else. Just your honesty is so uplifting. If you want to write to me my email is julindy122@gmail.com. Sometimes a little one to one support helps. But I know you have beautiful Sharon in your corner and she'll be your best buddy.The rest of us are here for you too. Love, Judy
How is it at the very lowest point of my day a message like this pops up?
Must be mom smiling down and saying "here you go babe". I am 63 and my mom
was 85 when she died three weeks ago. I know many would say she lived a
long life, and other painful things, but Judy, she was active in gardening,
cooking, spending money (oh boy did she love that!) driving to get her hair
done, etc. Nobody could believe her true age. She became my best friend
(albeit many fights, tears and laughter) and I miss her more than I can ever
say. I do try to breathe, am taking Xanax when at my wits end, but haven't
done that in a few days. My dad seemed to take it better than us girls. I
say seemed, because although I care for him daily I don't really know what
he is feeling. He was originally from Boston, stiff upper lip and all. To
add to this, he had several strokes in 1985. His brain works just fine, no
paralysis, but his speech center was severely affected. Charades for me,
but I get him most of the time. He must be so lonely, and I have to find a
way to find him companionship
with other men in the same boat, so to speak. Don't know where to start
yet. They were married for 66 years. I found him outside on the deck today
staring off into space, and my heart, what is left of it, broke into a
million pieces all over again. My mom had breast cancer 45 years ago, back
before any thing other than a mastectomy. She beat it, Judy, beat it
soundly with no chemo, no radiation, just the removal of her breast. I say
"just". It had to have been heartbreaking for her, but she never let us kid
see it. I never even saw her naked until in my late 40's. When she first
found the lump in her collarbone area, they said brain or lung cancer. Then
they could not find the "point of origin", so basically were shooting in the
dark with chemo. I always thought it was breast cancer, a rogue cell that
had been hiding all these years. There is a new technology that can take
biopsies where the point of origin in unknown and apply a new test. Hers
came back at 41.9% breast cancer. So, her oncologist started her on
Taxatern (?) didn't go and look up the name, did not want to get into her
medical files just yet. If not exact, the name is close. Too late by far,
her last chemo was two weeks before she died. I CANNOT imagine what you
have gone through with your husband, even when I read your words. My
husband is my very best friend in the world, he is my life. When I went
through that horrendous pain before my diagnosis where I would crawl to the
bathroom, it wasn't for not wanting to share with him. I think I was trying
to protect him. My "sciatica- ha what a joke" also had wrapped itself
around my lower spine. I kissed a lot of frogs before I met my prince, and
he is wondrous, as I am sure is your John. As with you, I would stand by
him through everything and anything wishing the whole time I could take part
of his pain. I cannot, as yet, find the Zen approach. I am terrified most
of the time, should feel thankful that I am where I am. My next scan is mid
October, and that bottle of Xanax will be extremely useful. Front burner,
back burner, how absolutely true. I think both of mine are going full tilt,
am trying to ground myself daily. I am seven months into this business, and
still cannot wrap my brain fully around it. Cancer is the monster in our
closets, under our beds and when the lights go out. I hate it with a purple
passion, not only for myself or my mom, but for all the beautiful souls who
are suffering. I listen (read) about Sharon and her trials, yet what came
through the most was her comfort and sensibility in her reply to me. The
same for you, and that is what I want to eventually give back if I am able.
I just feel so raw, scared, and vulnerable. Who'd have ever "thunk" it.
Don't blink. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing and your
timing could not have been more perfect. Where is that country kitchen
table?? I would so love to sit with you all and laugh or cry or just eat
cookies.