I have just finished four chemotherapy procedures. Now, every three weeks I look forward to a Keytruda drip. The Chemotherapy side effects were brutal for me. Nausea, no appetite, aches and pains, mouth soars, exhaustion, emotional distress and bottom of the feet blistered. A whole lot of no fun. The good news my doctor assured me is the Keytruda drip has no side effects. A fate as yet to be seen. Yesterday I had a PET scan, and will find out the test results on Thursday. PET scans can detect cancer at the molecular level. I will find out if the cancer treatments are fighting to KILL the cancer cells infecting my body. I am waiting patiently for the test results, home bound in fear of catching the coronavirus.
The time has come for the medical industry to change my cancer treatment plan. I was diagnosed with cancer in 2016. It has been an interesting ride, and I am scared now that I have exhausted Radiation and Tarceva and Targresso cancer pills. I thank all the doctors , nurses and medical staff for treating me with kindness and respect. I also send my gratitude to Big Pharma for keeping me alive relatively pain free.
My spine is disintegrating one vertebrae at a time. I just finished a long round of Lumbar punctures. The doctor removes spinal fluid than replaces it with chemotherapy medicine. After he sticks a needle directly in my spine. My mind fears the procedure more than the procedure. The pain consists of a prick and when the needle is pushed.. inserted into the skin it feels as if a weight has been placed on you, and its heavy. Then when the needle enters the fluid of the spine one of your legs goes numb just for a second. Cool. The rest of the procedure is a piece of cake
I will know my fate in a few day’s. To keep fighting cancer is my job. This Lady is going no where. God Willing. PEACE
Living life with a life threatening disease feels like your engaged in a battle. In my minds eye I can see the enemy. The enemy are round cells that group together like dead grapes. Before I receive the test result with the bad news. I never think about the cells in my body. Never, and than I go about my business.
Lets name the strategies to win the battle necessary to beat the cancer cells into oblivion. Nuke them with RADIATION, remove them with SURGERY, just take a PILL or poison them with CHEMOTHERAPY. To name the most common medical procedures.
My personal favorite way to kill the enemy is PRAYER. Always, and then I go about my business.
It has been a bittersweet week. The best news is the birth of Luke and Willow. Hurray. The bad news is Bob had surgery to remove Cancerous lymph nodes in his face. Janet was hospitalized with PNEUMONIA. Bubba a kind and sweet soul passed away from a massive heart attack. I mourn his loss from the bottom of my heart.
Change happens every day, the consequences we label bad or we label good. After all the bad that happened this week I find it hard to digest bad news I received from my MRI result? I am praying for my friends and family. I guess adding myself to the prayer list is my only recourse because tears do not CHANGE anything.
I have 12 day’s to get ready for my procedure. As I stated in yesterdays post, the last biopsey I had, my blood pressure dropped which made it neccissary to turn off the anestisia. I have been trying to figure out what I did wrong to make my bloopressure drop during the biopsy? In my google research (am I crazy?) I determined, (I am not a doctor.) The anestisia reacted to the medications I was taking? (possible reason) So, I am still taking the exact medications. What can I do other than follow my Doctors instructons?
I decided to juice vegetables and fruits and drink 8 glasses of water day to try and rid my body of built up toxins due to my daily drug regimine. I trust my Oncologist with my life, but his practice does not think that cancer and diet are corolated other than to keep weight on the patient…meat on the bones. I am not on a crazy weight loss diet. I am adding healthy foods into my system, and I feel good. I am also consuming fiber, lean organic protein and green tea.
I feel like I am being pro-active in my fight against the enemy, over active cancer cells. Even if my detox diet has no effect on the next biopsy, maybe I have found a healtier way to eat.
I am participating in a 10,000 word writing challenge, and I am behind. Last week I could not concentrate, and I felt sick. I stayed in bed. So, this is where the challenge comes in. My particular certifiable disability has changed the way my motor skills and brain works.
It is hard to describe how my motor skills and brain has changed since I was diagnosed with lung cancer that metastizeed down the vertebre of my spin, but I wil try. . The cancer literally crushed…fractured 7 verebreas, and recently metastized down my right hip and femer. The nerve damage is significant and causes me alot of pain. I have lost the ability to open my right hand. I type with one finger. Second the nerve damage in my neck has changed the way I can prosses information. It feels like I have both a dominant right lobe and a dominant left lobe. Wierd…I know. so I can only type with one finger on the right hand or one finger on the left hand. When I try to type normally, or in my case two fingers typing in harmony I go crosseyed. I am workng hard to overcome these disabilities. That brings me to the 10,000 word writing challenge.
I still have a few day’s left to complete the challenge before me. The good news is I know writing is not about word count, but the quality of expression. I will never be an Edger Allen Poe. I write because I have too one finger and one brain lobe at a time, Please be kind. Peace!
It has been a long time since my last post. I have been fighting battles, which has left me spent and unable to express myself. The last two weeks especially. I have been receiving radiation treatments and last Wednesday a bone biopsy. I hope to be back in full swing soon. Peace!
Thank you, Jacque Lyons, for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to my house and style my hair. Hair loss is common in cancer patients undergoing chemotherapy. I am no exception. Next? Either a full shaved head, or will it grow back? Time will tell.