Thank you for hanging in there with me. This road is starting to feel long, though I'm not complaining about that! Just realizing that, if it feels long to me, I suspect that it may feel long to you as well. Please know that I deeply appreciate your being along for the ride, keeping me and my family in your prayers, and doing so much for us.
Friends have asked about the status of the HIPAC (hot chemo) surgery that I was considering. This is a huge surgery, and since things are going relatively well, it is hard for me to jump into it. But, it is still on the table. I need to get a liver MRI first (to check out the spot on my liver, though the PET CT seems to show it is okay). So the HIPAC is on hold for now, and I don't need to make an immediate decision about it.
My two-week cycles are starting to feel routine, but there are definitely changes. One big change (on the chemo front) is that my usual nurse had a baby, so I got a new nurse. Though I knew that this was coming, I still burst into tears...then moved ahead.
The big, positive change is that I had absolutely no stomach pain this past cycle. Yay! I know that more than a few of you were helping to pray for that. THANK YOU! It was like I got an extra day of life.
We had alot of changes in our household, too. Aidan turned seven, and Julian turned four (on the same day -- I like to say "Thank Heaven for 7-11"). I was initially diagnosed with this when Aidan just turned four and Julian one, and I sometimes wondered if I would see Julian turn four. That alone was worth celebrating.
The day before the boys' birthday, we made a trek to Cambridge, VT to pick up our dog! I'm not a dog person or even an animal person. And I like things to be clean. No one could be more surprised than I was about my sudden deep desire for a dog.
After my diagnosis in February, I felt the boys should have a pet. A cat was out of the question (due to allergies) and I immediately ruled out a dog because it would have to live inside. We considered rabbits, since they could live on the screened porch and outside, then decided it wasn't a good fit. We tried to get chickens, but the coyotes got to them before they reached our house. Then I met a friend's dog, and suddenly my view and emotions changed, and I got a laser focus on that.
Kenobi (named after Obi Wan from Star Wars) is a 7-month-old cockapoo. He arrived housetrained, relatively calm (though scared out of his wits), and willing to do what I ask him to do. That alone is a refreshing change for me. Plus, he seems to be smart, which I appreciate, and adores me, so who can resist that? The boys are thrilled with him. Tiron is graciously adapting.
Another big change is my mother's cooking. My parents have been generously traveling from Pittsburgh, PA to Cambridge, MA for one week every month, which basically amounts to every other chemo session. They are gifted at keeping the house running, and my very Italian mother is a fantastic Italian cook. Growing up, we always ate all Italian. I didn't see a bagel or Chinese food until college.
But she jumped into preparing raw foods, and now routinely spouts beans, makes raw hummus, and uses the dehydrator to craft incredible crackers. She starts with my recipes, then enhances them to make these amazing creations that I can't replicate. She even juices wheatgrass and greens. I admit that I am impressed. She still makes meatballs, sausage and ribs for everyone else. The meat dishes aren't tempting to me, the spaghetti is, and I like that the combination makes our house smell like my memories of growing up.
I hope that your summer is going well, with lots of beautiful moments, big and small, and that you are riding the waves of change as they happen. I also hope that you can feel the adoration that surrounds you, starting with adoration from me.
I have chemo again this Tuesday (July 20), and really do appreciate any prayers, positive actions, even smiles on our behalf.
Love,
Marie
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Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
An Encounter in the Waiting Room
I continue on the raw food diet. I'm not perfect at it, but I do stick to it most of the time. I try not to be obnoxious about it, though I may have crossed a line last week.
I sat in the waiting room near a family of four. The father was in his late 50's or early 60's. He was joking about waiting so long to see the doctor that they probably had pajamas waiting for him. I looked up and laughed.
From there, the parents and I started chatting about the things most chemo patients share. He looked good to me, but shared that he lost 40 pounds so far. His wife told me that she was 59; I could feel her positive energy, as well as her disbelief that they were even here. His daughter and son, in their late teens or early 20's, sat next in the line of chairs, each occupied by a book or their iPhones while they listened to our conversation.
We chatted about the length of the appointments, the fact that chemo wasn't working for him, how we both hate the IV fluids they give for dehydration. She was more factual, though cheery. He tried to make light of it all.
At one point, the snack cart came around, filled with items that I used to think were totally yummy: roasted peanuts, Lorna Doones, potato chips, apple juice, V-8...I declined. The family members each took a few treats. They advised me, in a friendly way, that I should take what I liked and save it for later.
"Like we just said, you don't know how long you'll need to wait here."
In response, I blurted out, "I'm not doing sugar right now."
They all stopped; even the kids looked directly at me. They all had hope in their eyes that broke my heart. I recognized that feeling; I do it myself, looking for a "cure" that might be out there, something I don't yet know or haven't heard about, a lifeline.
After what felt like a long silence but was probably only a moment, the wife softly asked, "Did the doctor advise that?"
I wanted to reassure them. Even more than that, I wanted that look in their eyes to go away. Plus, what do I really know. I am trying everything I can do that feels right to me, but maybe it isn't right for everyone.
"No, this is something I'm doing on my own." It is true, but even as I said it, I wondered, should I share more information? Is this something that could help him?
Then the father joked, "Sugar will make you even sweeter."
Again, something I recognized. The patient telling a joke to make everyone else feel better.
It broke the mood and we chatted lightly again until we were all called back into our doctors' offices.
As I was leaving my appointment, I caught a glimpse of them in their doctor's room. Their mood was no longer light, there were no smiles, and I said a silent prayer for them as I walked away.
I sat in the waiting room near a family of four. The father was in his late 50's or early 60's. He was joking about waiting so long to see the doctor that they probably had pajamas waiting for him. I looked up and laughed.
From there, the parents and I started chatting about the things most chemo patients share. He looked good to me, but shared that he lost 40 pounds so far. His wife told me that she was 59; I could feel her positive energy, as well as her disbelief that they were even here. His daughter and son, in their late teens or early 20's, sat next in the line of chairs, each occupied by a book or their iPhones while they listened to our conversation.
We chatted about the length of the appointments, the fact that chemo wasn't working for him, how we both hate the IV fluids they give for dehydration. She was more factual, though cheery. He tried to make light of it all.
At one point, the snack cart came around, filled with items that I used to think were totally yummy: roasted peanuts, Lorna Doones, potato chips, apple juice, V-8...I declined. The family members each took a few treats. They advised me, in a friendly way, that I should take what I liked and save it for later.
"Like we just said, you don't know how long you'll need to wait here."
In response, I blurted out, "I'm not doing sugar right now."
They all stopped; even the kids looked directly at me. They all had hope in their eyes that broke my heart. I recognized that feeling; I do it myself, looking for a "cure" that might be out there, something I don't yet know or haven't heard about, a lifeline.
After what felt like a long silence but was probably only a moment, the wife softly asked, "Did the doctor advise that?"
I wanted to reassure them. Even more than that, I wanted that look in their eyes to go away. Plus, what do I really know. I am trying everything I can do that feels right to me, but maybe it isn't right for everyone.
"No, this is something I'm doing on my own." It is true, but even as I said it, I wondered, should I share more information? Is this something that could help him?
Then the father joked, "Sugar will make you even sweeter."
Again, something I recognized. The patient telling a joke to make everyone else feel better.
It broke the mood and we chatted lightly again until we were all called back into our doctors' offices.
As I was leaving my appointment, I caught a glimpse of them in their doctor's room. Their mood was no longer light, there were no smiles, and I said a silent prayer for them as I walked away.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Life is Good
Sometimes things can be so good that it is scary. I feel like I am at this juncture where all your prayers and support are pulling things together, and I can't even describe how appreciative and awestruck I am. I feel like the power of this group can move mountains, and I am so honored that you are moving this particular mountain. You are recalibrating my sense of what is possible. What a gift.
The big good news is that my CEA level (blood tumor marker) is down to 4.5. Normal is 2.5 and below. I am thrilled that this is moving in a healthy direction!
I'm not sure what specific thing is doing the trick. There is the chemo combined with all the prayers on my behalf, Chinese tea, raw vegan diet, juicing, wheatgrass juice, yoga, mind/body work, acupuncture....exercise should be in there, too, but I'm lacking in that area. In any case, I will keep doing all of that, and hope that you don't mind continuing to do whatever you are doing, whatever you can do. Thank you.
Your support leading up to my PET CT was immensely helpful. I think that was more stressful than I realized, and it made me feel really fragile at that time.
After my PET CT, the plan was to talk with the doctor in D.C. about being a candidate for HIPAC surgery. We still want to talk with him, but since things are going in a good direction, it is hard to sign up for such a huge surgery. I'm glad that it feels a bit less urgent.
This past chemo week was like the others, including the intense stomach pain. Thankfully, it passed, and I didn't need to go to the hospital. The pattern is familiar by now; even the conversations / arguments that Tiron and I have about my condition at different points of the week are becoming predictable. And then the good days help me to forget all that.
This weekend, we went to the amazing James Taylor Carole King concert. I arrived loving James Taylor, and I left wanting to BE Carole King. She is so strong, energetic, inspiring, talented and clearly a focused worker. She was smiling, upbeat and involved in the entire concert. If she wasn't playing piano, she was singing with the backup singers or dancing around the stage. For me, she made the show come alive, and helped me to see how being fully present and involved can strongly influence the experience of others.
And her hair -- thick and curly. I want that, too!
Just as I underestimated Carole King's sheer vibrant presence, I'm often wrong about people. I once tuned into Oprah to watch Randy Pausch (of The Last Lecture fame) but Kris Carr was the first guest. I thought, "who on earth is SHE anyway?" but I listened. She sparked my interest in juicing greens and in Hippocrates Health Institute. Since then, I've attended her workshop as well as Hippocrates and now believe that Kris totally rocks.
I'm constantly reminded that there is more to someone than meets the eye. I'm also learning that is true for other things, too...like cheating just a bit on a food regimen.
I've been eating raw foods and juicing greens and wheatgrass pretty religiously for the past couple of months. About two weeks ago, I felt confident that my body had a huge stockpile of greens and I could eat one small piece of cheese. It tasted good. It felt creamy. It really hit the spot. How about just another small piece? And so I started down the slippery slope. Over a few days, I finished all the cheese in the house. Thank goodness. And, who would notice anyway?
Then I went to my acupuncturist. At the start of the session, she pressed on different points on my legs. When she pressed on a point next to my knee, it felt sore. Our converstaion went something like this:
Me: Wow, that's sore. Feels like a black and blue mark.
Marisa: Here? (she pressed again)
Me: Right there. Yes. Weird. It didn't hurt until you pressed on it.
Marisa: That point processes dampness. Like, dairy. Dairy is a damp food. But you are on a raw food diet.
Busted.
So, I'm recommitted to my diet. No one else might notice the missing cheese, but that little thing must make a difference in my body.
Talking with some girlfriends, one of whom is a nutritionist, we noted that all the diets that are considered to be healthy also come from tightly knit communities, where the focus is not the individual, but the community. So maybe it isn't the diet. Maybe it is the power of being part of a community.
I am grateful for the power of this community for me and my family.
This week, I completed my participation in a prayer survey as part of a research project at the hospital. The questions in the final survey made me look anew at the support I get from you. Each time I answered a question like, "how often do you feel alone," or "is there anyone you can turn to when you are sad," I renewed my gratitude that you are in my life, in whatever way you can be in the moment. No matter what part of the world you are in, I feel a connection. That gives me energy, and makes me smile.
So while the lyrics from "You've Got a Friend" might be applicable here, these Carole King lyrics (from Beautiful) speak more loudly to me right now:
You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart....
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel
I hope you are feeling particularly beautiful today.
Much love,
Marie
P.S. Chemo tomorrow. Thank you for any prayers and good thoughts, both for a good chemo week as well as good results!
The big good news is that my CEA level (blood tumor marker) is down to 4.5. Normal is 2.5 and below. I am thrilled that this is moving in a healthy direction!
I'm not sure what specific thing is doing the trick. There is the chemo combined with all the prayers on my behalf, Chinese tea, raw vegan diet, juicing, wheatgrass juice, yoga, mind/body work, acupuncture....exercise should be in there, too, but I'm lacking in that area. In any case, I will keep doing all of that, and hope that you don't mind continuing to do whatever you are doing, whatever you can do. Thank you.
Your support leading up to my PET CT was immensely helpful. I think that was more stressful than I realized, and it made me feel really fragile at that time.
After my PET CT, the plan was to talk with the doctor in D.C. about being a candidate for HIPAC surgery. We still want to talk with him, but since things are going in a good direction, it is hard to sign up for such a huge surgery. I'm glad that it feels a bit less urgent.
This past chemo week was like the others, including the intense stomach pain. Thankfully, it passed, and I didn't need to go to the hospital. The pattern is familiar by now; even the conversations / arguments that Tiron and I have about my condition at different points of the week are becoming predictable. And then the good days help me to forget all that.
This weekend, we went to the amazing James Taylor Carole King concert. I arrived loving James Taylor, and I left wanting to BE Carole King. She is so strong, energetic, inspiring, talented and clearly a focused worker. She was smiling, upbeat and involved in the entire concert. If she wasn't playing piano, she was singing with the backup singers or dancing around the stage. For me, she made the show come alive, and helped me to see how being fully present and involved can strongly influence the experience of others.
And her hair -- thick and curly. I want that, too!
Just as I underestimated Carole King's sheer vibrant presence, I'm often wrong about people. I once tuned into Oprah to watch Randy Pausch (of The Last Lecture fame) but Kris Carr was the first guest. I thought, "who on earth is SHE anyway?" but I listened. She sparked my interest in juicing greens and in Hippocrates Health Institute. Since then, I've attended her workshop as well as Hippocrates and now believe that Kris totally rocks.
I'm constantly reminded that there is more to someone than meets the eye. I'm also learning that is true for other things, too...like cheating just a bit on a food regimen.
I've been eating raw foods and juicing greens and wheatgrass pretty religiously for the past couple of months. About two weeks ago, I felt confident that my body had a huge stockpile of greens and I could eat one small piece of cheese. It tasted good. It felt creamy. It really hit the spot. How about just another small piece? And so I started down the slippery slope. Over a few days, I finished all the cheese in the house. Thank goodness. And, who would notice anyway?
Then I went to my acupuncturist. At the start of the session, she pressed on different points on my legs. When she pressed on a point next to my knee, it felt sore. Our converstaion went something like this:
Me: Wow, that's sore. Feels like a black and blue mark.
Marisa: Here? (she pressed again)
Me: Right there. Yes. Weird. It didn't hurt until you pressed on it.
Marisa: That point processes dampness. Like, dairy. Dairy is a damp food. But you are on a raw food diet.
Busted.
So, I'm recommitted to my diet. No one else might notice the missing cheese, but that little thing must make a difference in my body.
Talking with some girlfriends, one of whom is a nutritionist, we noted that all the diets that are considered to be healthy also come from tightly knit communities, where the focus is not the individual, but the community. So maybe it isn't the diet. Maybe it is the power of being part of a community.
I am grateful for the power of this community for me and my family.
This week, I completed my participation in a prayer survey as part of a research project at the hospital. The questions in the final survey made me look anew at the support I get from you. Each time I answered a question like, "how often do you feel alone," or "is there anyone you can turn to when you are sad," I renewed my gratitude that you are in my life, in whatever way you can be in the moment. No matter what part of the world you are in, I feel a connection. That gives me energy, and makes me smile.
So while the lyrics from "You've Got a Friend" might be applicable here, these Carole King lyrics (from Beautiful) speak more loudly to me right now:
You've got to get up every morning with a smile on your face
And show the world all the love in your heart....
You're gonna find, yes you will
That you're beautiful as you feel
I hope you are feeling particularly beautiful today.
Much love,
Marie
P.S. Chemo tomorrow. Thank you for any prayers and good thoughts, both for a good chemo week as well as good results!
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