Friday, March 25, 2016

Glow-In-The-Dark Minnie

     First Still The Worst

     It is really a mental boost to know that as I improve each day I get to keep on improving and I don't have to get knocked back to square one by another round of chemo!  Yesssss! I'm doing the now-predictable-for-me routine of pushing myself too much one day and paying for it the next; I'm a slow learner, I guess.  This has been a surprisingly (to me) slow recovery; I had a much rougher time of it this final round than I had the two rounds prior.  My stomach has been relentlessly queasy both on and then weaned off the anti-nausea meds; perhaps this is just going to be a slower recovery in every aspect of Chemo World.  So to rate the rounds in terms of hardest to easiest, I would say:

1=Without a doubt the very worst of the lot.  If all the rounds had been like that, I wouldn't be doing anywhere near as well or be in as positive a frame of mind as I am.  I may even have ended up in the hospital.
2=Less hideous than the first, thank goodness!
6=Perhaps just as bad as number 2, but it's been a long time, so hard to compare.
3=Better.
4=Even better.
5=Feeling like it's a piece of cake--whoo hoo, bring it on, so cocky, I can take it, easy peasy.

     My Elephant Hair/Chemo Fuzz is thicker now, but still pretty sparse on the sides and at the nape of my neck, so I'll be buzzing my fuzz crop again this weekend and looking forward to seeing the hair come in much thicker (I hope).  Now is the time to start the betting pool: straight, curly, color or colors, thick or thin?  So many surprises in store!

Rock Star ENT

     I had my appointment with the I Found Your Cancer ENT Doc to check up on my helium voice.  I had always felt so terrible about him having to send me out the door in November with such terrible news and then never seeing me again; with the CT scan looking like a big ol' hunk o' lung cancer, this doc likely thought he was handing me a death sentence   After the surprise-I'm-alive greeting and lavishing him with thanks, hugs, kudos, praising him in front of his staff, and in general making a much-deserved fuss over him, we got down to checking out my vocal cords.  The left vocal cord is still paralyzed.  My assumption that all it would take for my voice to return to normal is for the tumor to shrink and stop exerting pressure on the nerve was just that--an assumption, and a false one, turns out.  It can take from 12 to 18 months for the nerve to my vocal cord to repair/regenerate, if it's going to do that at all.  So it is simply a waiting game for me and, with such a long time to wait, my concerns about my voice have gone to the bottom of my priority list. 
     If the vocal cords remain paralyzed after I wait it out, there is a surgical procedure that can be done that inserts a little wedge-shaped doohickey--um, I mean laryngeal implant--in my throat to physically reposition the vocal cord that is simply stuck in one position only.  
     I'll be honest with you--I'm not necessarily chomping at the bit right now to have any more "procedures" done, so this issue is going to rest squarely on the back burner for now. I see the Rock Star ENT again in 3 months to check things out post-everything.  And likely to keep lavishing praise on him.  He'll get tired of it before I do.

Radioactive

     I finally had my appointment for a second opinion about radiation therapy.  This hematology oncologist also supports a course of radiation given the original size of my tumor and its aggressive growth pattern.  So, the short answer to the question of whether or not I am going to do radiation therapy is YES, I am.  But this doctor added some variables to the mix that make this a little more complicated going forward.  This doctor is advising that I have radiation done at her facility because they have a proton beam radiation machine--one of only 13 in the country right now.  Why does she feel proton beam is better--aside from the fact that it sounds all cool and Star Trekky? (Okay, she didn't say that, but don't you agree?) The proton beam radiation will be less damaging to surrounding tissues (see below), and since my surrounding tissues are my lung and heart, I think we can all agree that less damaging is a better scenario.  That being said, it all goes back to insurance:  Will my insurance approve radiation using this state-of-the-art technology?  We cannot take on the full cost of this treatment should the insurance deny coverage.  
     According to Cancer.Net: "Proton therapy, also called proton beam therapy, is a type of radiation treatment that uses protons rather than x-rays to treat cancer. A proton is a positively charged particle. At high energy, protons can destroy cancer cells."  Um, okaaaay, and this is different from other radiation therapy how?  How is it better?
                    According to the National Association for Proton Therapy:

"There is a significant difference between standard (x-ray) radiation treatment and proton therapy. If given in sufficient doses, x-ray radiation techniques will control many cancers. But, because of the physician's inability to adequately conform the irradiation pattern to the cancer, healthy tissues may receive a similar dose and can be damaged. Consequently, a less- than-desired dose is frequently used to reduce damage to healthy tissues and avoid unwanted side effects. The power of protons is that higher doses of radiation can be used to control and manage cancer while significantly reducing damage to healthy tissue and vital organs." (I added the bold--for the full and fascinating-for-science-geeks-like-me article about how they can direct the beam so precisely, see http://www.proton-therapy.org/howit.htm)

     So what happens now?  I am still waiting to have my PET scan scheduled to find out the tumor activity status now that I am finished with chemotherapy.  I do not know at this point if I have not yet been contacted regarding scheduling because my insurance has not approved the scan --I've called to follow up and will call again.  Frankly, it's making me nervous.  I don't like feeling nervous.
     Any radiation oncologist will need to see the results of a current PET--proton beam or not.  So it has to be done.  I have an appointment to see the proton-beam oncologist and I will be able to ask questions about the strength/duration of the recommended course of treatment, what the cost is, and basically how much of a pit bull this medical facility will be when seeking to get approval for the treatment.  In the case the insurance will not cover proton beam, I will move forward with "regular" radiation treatment, and I suppose I will feel hugely disappointed at not being given the chance to minimize the potential negative side effects of radiation.  But I will have radiation nonetheless.  
     This oncologist also told me that I have a little more time leeway--she said starting radiation 1-2 months after chemo is finished is preferable, so I'm not on such a strict 30-day-must-start-radiation-or-else expiration date as I thought I was.  She also had great things to say about my current oncologist and my treatment thus far. So that's always nice to hear.

Post-Chemo Jams:  "Six Months in a Leaky Boat" by Split Enz, "Praan" by Garry Schyman, "The Only Exception" by Paramore, "Message in a Bottle" by The Police, "Iridescent" by Linkin Park, "When Love Comes to Town" by U2 and B.B. King, "House of the Rising Sun" by The Animals, "The Boxer" by Simon and Garfunkel, "Thank God for Girls" by Weezer, "Defying Gravity" by Kristin Chenoweth & Idina Menzel (a/k/a Adele Dazeem), and "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole. 

Friday, March 11, 2016

You Can Ring My Bell

     Whoop whoop!  Done is done!  Finito!  Finis!  Last one done!  All finished!  It's a wrap!  *Mic drop!* (Stole that title, btw--thank you!  You know who you are!)
     In other words, round 6 is in the bag.  I got a snazzy little certificate and I got to ring that dang bell!  I hope you heard it out in Tasmania!  I probably didn't ring it as crazily as I had intended, because it was SO LOUD it shocked the bejeezus out of me!  Holy moley, that raised a ruckus!  But no one threw tomatoes or eggs at me for disturbing their naps. (We took video of my bell ringing, but for some reason can't get it on here.  If we succeed at a later date, we will post it.  Captures the shock and awe! Ha!)
    Although everyone there in the Drug Den has been just lovely, I will not miss being hooked up every 21 days, I must say.  There was a little moment of panic when the nurse brought me my schedule and it had one more chemo treatment scheduled!! Aaaaack! Thankfully a friend was there to keep me from jumping off the ledge and we got it straightened out. Not that I wouldn't do another round if I had to, but by my count I was all done, baby!  I also was told that I should have brought treats to celebrate my last day, but I was remiss. So I'll have to go back and deliver some treats to avoid having a mark against my name!

Here's me, working the pole one last time:


Don't need to see my face, but look between the bags of chemo drugs on the pole, and you'll see Bill Murray peeking out!  Bill Murray juju for my last day!






And to celebrate my finishing chemo, my hubs buzzed my head again.  Here's my fuzz--quite a bit of elephant hair there:
Um, there's a little bit too much white-looking hair there for my taste, gotta say.


And then my daughter gave me glitter head tattoos--why says I don't know how to celebrate in style?
Kinda fun!
You know you want one!
Glitter Tattoos for Everyone!
What it doesn't show is that I have glitter all over my chest now, like an exotic dancer. 
Kinda goes with the pole, dontcha think?

     I have several tentative dates in about 4 weeks to have some celebratory drinks--my esophagus should be handling a pina colada or a glass of wine by then, I hope!  I understand many of you had drinks for me yesterday and of that I'm very appreciative!  
     All the good thoughts and prayers coming to me from all over the globe have made this journey of mine so much easier than it could have been.  All the cards, the calls, the texts, the food, the surprises, the gifts, the posts, the coffee, the hugs, the visits from near and far, the cartoons, the pep talks, the large golden cement bulldog, the laughter, the compliments about my bald head, EVERYTHING has surrounded me with the most positive world imaginable right now, and I truly believe that has made all the difference.  Thank you thank you thank you!  My family all deserve snazzy certificates themselves for stepping up and going above and beyond in every way.
     As for what I've got on the schedule after the requisite hibernation period, here goes:
  1. I see the rock star ENT to check on my vocal cord paralysis.
  2. I see a pulmonologist to get a baseline lung function test prior to possible radiation but also to gather more information related to my voice or lack thereof.
  3. I see the radiation 2nd opinion peeps.
  4. I make my final decision re: radiation.
  5. I have a PET scan in 4 weeks to see what size fruit tumor I'm toting around in my chest these days.
     As usual, I'll be out of touch for a bit, but I will update on this little list of appointments as they come and go.  I'm hoping for good news on the vocal front but, really, if the most negative thing that I come out of this with is a Minnie Mouse voice, well, I suppose it beats not having a voice at all or the other alternative, right?
     I have it on good authority that the hair will start growing back but not all evenly.  So the advice straight from a hairdresser via my mom (who has had clients and family growing back hair post chemo) is to keep buzzing it off until it is all growing back evenly, then shave it twice, and THEN let it start growing out.  It's getting warm out there, so I don't think I'll have a problem with following that protocol if it's keeping me cooler for now.
     So I'm signing out for now!  


Thursday, March 3, 2016

Hold the Mayo

     Some of you knew about my appointment scheduled for Friday for a 2nd opinion from a prestigious medical facility about radiation treatment.  Sadly, a series of unfortunate events ended up making this Friday's appointment disappear from their books; as a result, I will not get my 2nd opinion until March 24.  I was hoping to have my mind all made up/put at ease on Friday--I would then be able to go into Round 6 mentally prepared for what was or wasn't coming a month later.
     Patience is a virtue.  I'm working on it.
     Having made the trip this week to said medical complex, all I can say is that cancer is certainly a growth market--those were some swank digs, I must say!  Business must be booming!
     I'm enjoying being able to drive, although not enjoying the fatigue that comes with running a series of simple errands. I know, Wendy Whiner all the time.  Boo hoo, I'm so tired!  It's annoying, isn't it?  I annoy myself.  But I'm trying to make the most of this week and do a few things that I know I won't be up to after Thursday--like trying to dig some big holes and put in some new plants in the yard.  I have a friend flying in for a quick visit right before Round 6, so that will be lots of fun.  And my mom is flying in to be here to help with this last bout of poison recovery.  I am so lucky!
     I've warned my mom that, should she come along to pick me up from chemo on Thursday, she will be witness to the Bell Ringing Ceremony.  Okay, I make it sound like a big, formal deal.  I've only seen it once:  One of the nurses makes an announcement that John or Jane Doe has finished their last round of chemo.  And then John or Jane gets to clang this big honkin' bell mounted on the wall.  And everybody claps.  
     But here's the thing:  When I was witness to the bell ritual, after Jane's announcement, she rang the bell.  Once.  Clong.  That was it.  And I thought man, when I finally get to ring that bell I'm going to ring that sucker off the wall!  Maybe Jane didn't want to disturb people, or she was uncomfortable having attention directed her way.  But I'm just going to have to apologize in advance to all the snoozy people--heck, I'll tell folks to cover their ears. 
      Because you don't get anything for finishing chemo other than that ridiculous bell. That, and knowing you can walk out the door and not be marking your future off in 21-day increments.  You can actually think a little farther out for a change.
     So, ladies and gentlemen, it's The Final Countdown (cue the cheesy rock anthem).  I couldn't have made it this far without you.