Showing posts with label cabrini cancer center. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cabrini cancer center. Show all posts

Sunday, October 1, 2017

My Adventure with Cancer (MAWC) is still ongoing....

CONTINUED......

SO the Oncologist made her recommendations and I think I might have shocked her by telling her that I had not, at that time decided to do treatment. She recommended Three rounds of chemotherapy and radiation. I think I forgot to mention that there were a number of scans, CT, PET, all of which were annoying.
I went home and meditated on the subject, for a good while. A few weeks. My dilemma was that I've taken a look at my life up until that point and decided that if that was all my life was to be, then I didn't want it. I still don't want that life. I'm sure that at some point I'll write about that, just not today. But I took a few weeks and decided that if I could be happy, after treatment, then I would do the treatments. I know there are no guarantees in life, no format or road to happiness. Nothing like that.
So I decided to do the treatments. Chemo was first and I'm going to try to explain what it felt like for me. I know it's not the same for every patient, but here's how it was for me.
They would dose me with a heavy dose of Benadryl, I'm guessing to counteract any possible allergic reactions to the R-CHOP
  • R – rituximab
  • C – cyclophosphamide
  • H – doxorubicin (hydroxydaunomycin)
  • O – vincristine (Oncovin ®)
  • P – prednisolone (a steroid).

This took, I am not kidding, over eight (8) hours the first time. It came down to around 6.5hrs for the second and third rounds. Somehow I was exhausted. I was weak and tired and slept a lot. I wasn't nauseated the first day, but the second day, I was ready to puke at the drop of a hat. Fortunately for me there had been some previous coordination for some natural herbal remedies to help with that. Also every time I felt the need to vomit, I ate something. Sometimes snack crackers, watermelon was a life saver, as it not only put something solid in my stomach, but helped me keep hydrated, sometimes pistachios, a slice or two of cheese, yogurt and ice cream. (SIDE NOTE: Despite being lactose intolerant, ice cream didn't bother me at all during chemo, not sure if the meds they had me on did that or what.) I was one of those odd people who actually goinge weight during chemo. Many people lose weight due to their not wanting to eat because the meds make you sick. During the first round I did take some of the anti-nausea meds, after the second round I took none. I stuck to the herbs I had and eating whenever I felt the need to throw up.Hope that hard fought for experience helps anyone who might read this. I'm not talking out of my ass, I've gone through it. Speaking of which...
Diaharrea! I had severe diaharrea every day. Not hugely bad cramping, but I didn't shit anything solid for weeks. That was miserable, though it was also very regular. It wasn't a sudden and explosive type of thing. At first I thought that it might just be the lactose intolerance, but even when I stopped eating ice cream, it continued. So that part wasn't any fun. I did spend a lot of time in bed, thinking, playing X-Box One, watching Netflix and youtube, I spent so much time in bed that I was sore and achy. In hindsight, I should have bought a new mattress before chemo. SO advice to anyone about to do chemo, make sure that you love your bed and that your mattress is aas comfortable as can be. The back and leg aches were some of the worst muscular pain I have ever experienced. Sitting and laying in my bed for hours and hours upon end, days at a time. I would take hot baths to relax my muscles then climb back into my bed. You figure out the logic there.
I would take a week off of work and then go back in just to have my boss send me home. I would work modified shifts, starting with three hours and building up to my normal shifts over a week or so. I got lucky that I have a really good grouo of co-workers and my Store Manager and his boss were great to work with me. Had I still been with my previous employer, I can state as fact, that they would have fired me. I sweated off and on almost constantly, had a special mouthwash, was sore and tired and sluggish.
Being the way I am, maybe it's carry-over behavior from the Army, I would get to work and do as much as I could and completely wear myself out. Then sadly end up sitting on a chair watching whoever else I was working with do the work that I should have been doing. Perhaps I was more of a hindrance than a help. My boss would plan for my returns after the first one and fill my sad three hours with small or short, little tasks which I didn't need to stand through nor exert myself. I felt useless, and that was hard.

So during round three.
So I finished the three rounds and went back to Dr. Ule, who ordered an Echocardiogram, and found that there was some damage caused by one of the meds. SO off to Cardiology I went to find out that the damages should repair itself over time. Then I started where I am as of this writing.
I'm doing Radiation. This in some ways is harder than chemo was. Most of the time I feel fine, but I do wake up with sores, almost like ulcers in my mouth. My throat hurts and often I am very tired. I have some difficulty maintaining my attention on things where I didn't before. I have to really force myself to focus to get anything done. WHile writing this I've been forcing myself to look at nothing but the keyboard. I don't really type, I hunt and peck with six fingers. I do get swollen spots on my tongueand it feels like the gumline on the left side where they shoot the radiation is receding. Additionally I regularly have headaches that nothing seems to help with. That's where I am to this point. I'm not even going to bitch about the drive.







So that's all I have for now! Aside from this damn headache.

Thursday, September 28, 2017

My adventure with cancer. Not over yet. Part 1...

Anyone reading this already knows that I have cancer, who am I kidding, no one reads this. The metrics show me that I have few to no visitors. Maybe that will change? Maybe it won't? Anyways, here goes. This whole thing started when I had this odd lump on my neck, I knew it was a lymph node, I just figured that I had some kind of infection and my body was dealing with it. It got bigger and bigger, not huge mind you, but big enough that a co-worker at the time, We'll call her "Fish" (not for any reason than that's what I call her) started suggesting to me that I get it checked. I waited and waited and she continued to suggest. Finally I went to see my VA (Veterans Administration) doctor. She had me do labs, and palpated (pressed on it and moved it around) it. Then made a face. It'll be a long time before I can forget that face she made. She sent me to the Surgeon at the closest VA hospital. I didn't like that doctor from day one. Not too sure why, I just didn't vibe well off of him. He told me that they would have to do a biopsy, and I agreed. I'm pretty sure that it was at that moment that I decided that I had cancer. Fatalistic? Maybe, but sometimes you just know a thing. He talked about it but never said the word "Cancer" he'd say malignant cells, or malignancy, but never say the "C" word. I don't think I was ever truly scared of it being cancer. I just kind of accepted it.

So to do the biopsy, they used some kind of numbing agent, something with "Caine" in the name, that wasn't strong enough as an outpatient procedure. It hurt like a motherfucker, and the surgeon and pathologists kept telling me that I couldn't feel it? How exactly do you tell someone what they can and can't feel? I've always had a strong tolerance for the numbing agents for some reason. I almost started cussing them out at that point. After they were finished, I got up and immediately layed back down. I managed to stumble along with help to the receptionist to make a follow up appointment.

A few weeks went by and I had my follow up, filled with more malignant, but not the word cancer. I was told that they were going to excise the tumor. That's what they were calling it now, a malignant tumor. Malignant tumor = Cancer. Sorry if that is upsetting to anyone reading this. Again, no one reads this. I'm pretty sure that it was at that point that I decided that this woud either kill me, because as yet I didn't know what type it was, or it would become this great story about that time I had cancer.

September 2016 I went to the hospital, they removed the lymph node and sent it off for further testing....

October 2016 Follow up for the surgery. I actually called the doctor out on not using the word cancer as he was telling me that I was being referred to the Oncology department.

Let's Examine

  • Malignant = Cancer
  • Malignant Tumor = Cancer
  • Oncology/Oncologist = Cancer Specializing Doctors


Yet they still didn't use the word cancer, I did. I said to him "So I have cancer." he didn't acknowledge the statement. So I went home and waited for my appointment slip in the mail. Instead I got a phone call.....

Tri-west, a medical insurance company called me and was setting up my appointment for Cabrini Cancer Center I had been outsourced to a private hospital!

This, as it turns out, is not a bad thing. At first I knew it would be a headache, and it has been. This happened. But as it has been, in some ways a small blessing.

My Oncologist and I didn't necessarily hit it off, Ulla Ule, yes that is her real name. Or she uses a pseudonym so that angry family members don't hunt her down for her inability to cure terminal cancers. Possible but unlikely. Anyways she was the first Doctor to actually the "C" word. She told me what type it was and observed that if I had to choose a cancer, of all the kinds there are, I have one of the best to have, very low mortality rate. Which is a nice way to say that it's not likely to kill me.