Saturday, 14 November 2015

the Starry Night Gala's shining star!

Friday, November 13th was the Starry Night Charity Gala for Wellspring Niagara. I managed to come home in the same pantyhose I left in and keep my gorgeous new shoes on all night!! :)


At my table was a woman who also has Multiple Myeloma. This was a treat since I don't really know anyone else that has it. Internet friends don't count in this case. We had a great conversation about how we got to this point and the side-effects of the Revlimid we are currently taking. It was wonderful to meet someone who really, truly understands. Where else can you meet someone and less than 2 hours later you are discussing diarreah! LOL!

It really hit home that although I am surrounded by people that love me and support me on this journey, I still feel alone at times. You all know someone who has had breast cancer, or prostate cancer...but how many people do you know with Multiple Myeloma? Not many, I would suspect.

I know that every cancer journey is unique and that just because someone has the same cancer does not mean your journey is the same. But knowing someone else with the same cancer makes you feel less alone.

I will be connecting with my new friend via Facebook and we will keep in touch. My new friend, Elisabeth, you have no idea how much it means to me that you came into my life. Thank you!!

And a big thank you to the universe for setting it all up!




Retirement...I'm just not ready...nice hair though!

                  

I have been off work for 2 years now. In November 2013, I had some leave available so I took that and applied for disability. Since EI (Employment Insurance) had already paid me earlier in the year when I was off with my tennis elbow surgeries, only a few weeks remained available. As such, I had a few months of no income.

My disability kicked in mid-February 2013. I receive 70% long term disability for 2 years.They have approved me beyond that date, at a reduced rate (66%), and require me to apply for CPP (Canada Pension Plan) Disability. This does not reduce my overall payment, just where I get the money from.

The monkey-wrench comes from the fact that my employer (Canada Revenue Agency) is asking me to state my intentions. In the past there have been many employees who were left alone while on sick leave and no-one bothered them for 3 or more years. I guess that environment no longer exists. They are within their rights to ask me about my intentions as we approach the 2 year mark. I don't blame them. Money is tight...and they want to either staff or dissolve the position. As an employee of 33 years, I am saddened. I thought I was more than another number. I thought that 33 years of dedicated service bought me something. I was fooling myself.

I attended a pre-retirement info session a month or so back. I realized after 3 days of being in a quasi-work environment, that I could not possibly return to work. Not only was I exhausted, but it was difficult to concentrate, my peripheral neuropathy was quite bad, and my blood pressure was very high. I conceded that medical retirement was the path I needed to take.

It is not an easy pill to swallow. I know that it is best. I know we can manage with the additional financial hit. I know it is something that I earned. I know....but it still hurts. It hurts that I spent 33 years in a public service job with the goal of freedom 55. At 55 I would have 35 years of service and have earned a full 70% pension. It was the goal of many newbies back in the early 80's. It was the payback for years of thankless, yet extremely important, work. Payback for the abuse hurled at me from the public who were caught smuggling, or just lying - because it's okay to do that at Customs, right? The abuse I took from co-workers when I surpassed them into jobs they thought they should get, but didn't earn. The abuse I took from the Union, who made it extremely personal, when I only wanted what was best for the majority of my employees. Payback for the unpaid hours and hours spent on getting the job done they way it needed to be done, not just the way it could get done in the time allotted. Payback for not being there for my kids when I worked the equivalent of 3 jobs at once until I burnt out...and they filled my position with 3 people. Payback for being fiscally responsible and not abusing the public coffers when it would have been easy to do. Payback for treating people fairly - even when they were assholes. Payback for letting others take credit for my hard work, and not complaining as it would make me look like the bad guy. Payback for years of working with, and for, misogynists, creeps, and incompetent people.

So, I will retire in the next few months. I have to get the CPP Disability sorted out before filing my papers at CRA. Don't need any glitches. I also have to pay back my pension contributions for the past 2 years that I was off. That will be a pretty penny!

Although I am sad that I have to throw in the towel 2 years short of my goal, I am so incredibly proud of my accomplishments. I started my career as a student Customs Inspector. I secured a permanent position and was really good at all the jobs I worked at over the years. I made some incredible changes and made the workplace better. People liked to work for me and with me. I liked to have some fun, but we also got the job done.

Recognition came in several forms, but one in particular changed my path. I had been asked to assist a Director's committee on budget reductions as a scribe. I have control issues (yah...really) and just took the ball and ran with it. I organized the project, kept everyone on task, and pulled the reports together for them. I contributed at a level they had not expected and when the final report went to the Regional Collector of Customs, they gave me the credit I deserved.

As an acknowledgement, the Collector requested that I be given an opportunity to act in a management position. I first heard about this when my manager and the new manager had a conversation in front of me about when I could start the new job. I had to interrupt and ask what they were talking about. That was when I learned I would be managing Customs at the largest in-land truck terminal in the country. Ummm...hmmm...did anyone ask if I was interested? I took the job. The orientation to my first management position was..."here is your inbox, your secretary will put your mail in it and let you know if you have meetings. I have to go." And he did. LOL!! Yikes! The advice I got from someone was to think of the managers you have had in the past. Emulate the good things and don't do the bad things. So, I did. And I was good at it. I remained in management positions for most of the rest of my career.

I am proud of the work I did and of the people I developed along the way. I saved a couple of lives...well, their jobs at the very least...but likely their lives too. I brought "people management" back into vogue. I was consultative, representative and collaborative whenever it was possible. I am so proud of my employees who were successful...like a mother is of her own children. I did lots of good and had lots of fun and many, many good years!

I know it is time to retire. It still hurts to say the words. I feel like I did not accomplish my goal. I suppose I will need to set a new one. :)




Tuesday, 3 November 2015

A message to the newly diagnosed

I am often approached by friends about the possibility of sharing my Blog with others. I have posted this on an open forum, so please, please, if you know someone who might benefit from reading it, please share.

Oftentimes, it is a situation where someone they know has been recently diagnosed and is struggling emotionally. It is difficult to comfort and counsel someone if you know nothing about how they might feel. I am so thankful to have had blogs to go to when I needed them, so I am honoured to be considered a place for people to go to when they need some help.

If you a newly diagnosed cancer (not necessarily multiple myeloma) patient, this is a good start. Reaching out to others who might understand how you are feeling helps to calm you and lessen that feeling that you are in this alone.

First, I don't like to refer to myself as a cancer patient. I am a WARRIOR. We are fighting a war. Each battle that we encounter is fought with everything we have in our arsenal. After each battle we rest, heal and strengthen in preparation for the next battle. Some of us will win the war. Some of us will battle to the death. An army does not curl up and give up after the loss of one battle. They regroup, consider lessons learned, and modify their strategy for the next time. It is that way with the cancer war as well.

New weapons of mass destruction are being developed all the time. I believe it is in your best interests to educate yourself fully on your disease and look at the research that is being done for future treatments. This not only provides you with a sense of control over what is happening to you, it empowers you to make decisions about your treatment and care, but also to make suggestions to your doctors. They cannot know everything about your cancer. They are always learning, but they are so busy caring for the patients they have, that they are sometimes behind a bit on the new stuff. You can research yourself and if you have a good oncologist with an open mind, you can work with them to try new things.

I suggest you go to some of the American (credible) sites and just see what is taking place in research for your particular type of cancer. One of the best sites I have found is www.PatientPower.info . This site contains lots of info but what I really like is the video library of snippets on specific topics taken from medical conferences. You are seeing real doctors and specialists speaking about a wide range of topics from how to deal with diarrhea to cutting edge clinical trials and drugs in research.

If you have Multiple Myeloma, you may like www.multiplemyeloma.blog . This one comes with a warning though. I have been following Pat Killingsworth's blog for a few years now and have gained so much knowledge about my disease, research, options, side effects, links, etc. Unfortunately, Pat, himself, has lost a few battles along the way. Most recently he is trying a "Hail Mary" tandem stem cell transplant to try to extend his life. All of us will one day be close to the end of our war and I find it inspiring and insightful to see how Pat is still rallying his troops and pulling new weapons out to fight each battle to the fullest. If you do go to his site, maybe go to the earlier posts first, or do some research via search or links. You may not be emotionally ready to jump into the posts of the past few months.

I do not discount the Canadian sites as sources of information. I find, though, that in the US, there are several large cancer research centres and speciality hospitals. They have a lot more money for research projects and share info on the clinical trials that they are running. As long as you understand that some of the trials available in the US are not available to Canadians, and that drugs coming into US mainstream treatment may not yet be approved for Canadian use, then there is no issue. Manage your expectations. If, however, you prefer a more practical approach, and want to know what is happening in Canada, right now...then stick to the Canadian sites. They offer a ton of info and support.

I wrote about Wellspring Niagara Cancer Support Centre in previous blog posts. I invite you to look back and review them. Just walking through the door of your local support centre will take a huge load off of your shoulders. If you are newly diagnosed, you have so many thoughts in your head, you cannot make sense of one. You have fears and concerns and questions that you cannot ask your spouse or loved ones. Been there, done that! Wellspring was there for me. They offer an ear to listen that has been in your shoes. (That is a strange visual image...LOL!) The volunteers have all been affected by cancer themselves and can relate to what you are feeling. Just knowing you can talk to someone about issues that would be too painful to discuss with your spouse or parents or children takes a huge weight off of you! It is a "must try" for all newly diagnosed cancer warriors. Please give it a shot!

Keep your sense of humour. Even if this is not a funny topic, you can lighten the load on yourself by finding some humour (sometimes quite dark) in your situation. Laugh as much as you can. Smile, even if you don't really feel like it at first...I guarantee it is infectious.

Start each day being thankful that you are still here to see the sun, clouds, rain and snow. Make an impact on someone else's life as well. When you go to the cancer clinic for treatment or tests, smile at the other patients. Engage them in conversation. They are fellow warriors in the same war.

If you like to write, start your own blog. If you are unsure, create it as a private blog, a diary or journal of sorts. You may find that you will decide to open it to the public after a time. Once you read others' blogs, you will feel more comfortable in sharing your own thoughts. The writing is therapeutic in and of itself.

Stay strong. Eat well and sleep or rest when you can. If you can, get some exercise. Do not forget to maintain your mental health as well. You need all the weapons you can find for this war. Keeping yourself strong is the most important. The fact that you are reading this tells me that you are already putting on your armour and readying yourself. Congratulations. You have already won the first battle. You did not roll over and wait for death after your diagnosis. You said "WTF...this is not over! I will win! I will beat this!" In the words of Dylan Thomas, Do not go gentle into that dark night!


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

By Dylan Thomas