DO NOT read this if you have recently lost a loved one.

I have not written in a long time.

2019 has been a heartbreaking year.
A busy year.
And a joyous year.

In January, my mother-in-law had a stroke and the heartbreaking decision was made to remove all life-extending measures. She would never recover and would remain on a feeding tube without the ability to speak or swallow or move her right side. Blood clots in her heart and a brain bleed meant that treating either of these conditions would cause death. So the feeding tube and the iv fluids were removed, and nine days after her stroke, she passed away.

The family gathered. All three of her children, four grandchildren, one great-grandchild and one on the way. It was wonderful to have her surrounded my all that love.

But it was awful. No one should have to go through that. Assisted suicide provides for someone to die with dignity. That is great...but current laws require the patient to be able to consent right up until the last minute. There is no provision for the person with power of attorney to make that decision.

So you sit with them and wait. You watch them slip away. Sleeping more and more soundly. Wasting away. Fighting for breath at times. Hours, days and sometimes it can take weeks. Yes...weeks. It is cruel and undignified.

It was a terrible experience that I would not wish upon anyone.

In August, my father had a stroke and my mom was faced with making that same awful decision. In his case, there were multiple pulmonary embolisms and brain bleeds. He would never speak, swallow or have use of his right side.

It took ten days. Fortunately (?!) for me, I knew what to expect. Unless someone is on a ventilator and cannot breath on their own, they do not simply die when support is removed. Many people don’t know that or understand that. I was able to explain the process to my mom and we maintained a vigil until the end.

I also had pneumonia. I was quite ill and I had to go home for a few days. My daughter and her boyfriend flew in from Calgary and this gave me a few days to rest and have my eyelid surgery that I was debating rescheduling. My mom was with him every day and was never alone. She was shocked by the process and wondered why anyone would have to go through such a terrible ordeal. I kept the nurses on top of the Dilaudid to ensure he was not in any distress, and to hopefully expedite the inevitable. It was awful. My mom will never get over it.

My kids saw their grandmother and their grandfather pass away in the most terrible way this year. They will be forever changed by it. I know that my own illness makes this even more difficult for them. I have assured them that they will not have to go through this with me.

I thought of this today as there was a notice on the Myeloma FB group that one of the patient advocates had reached the end and had relocated to Colorado to avail herself of the Death with Dignity provisions. I applaud her. It is the most unselfish thing that she can do for herself and her loved ones.

I don’t want to start a shit-storm of debate about the ethics of assisted suicide. I have my own opinion, and it is just that. MY opinion. I do not want to put my loved ones through 8, 10, 20 days of watching and waiting. I want to go out with a loving embrace and retelling of happy memories.

In any event, that decision will not need to be made for many more years. I am still killing this f’ing cancer beast...and don’t plan on changing that anytime soon.

2019 was not without Joy!!

The last few months have been a whirlwind of activity surrounding my son’s marriage. He and his wife are wonderful together and their service last week was filled with laughter and silliness and LOVE. That is what we focus on when we remember 2019. A happy wedding and loving union of Mark and Rachelle.

I am tired and the remainder of 2019 will not be quiet either. I am travelling to British Columbia with my mother next month and then Al and I are heading south to Arizona. We will celebrate his birthday in Sedona and then I will send him back home and I will stay for a visit with my BF, Shiela. A quiet, read-a-book-by-the-pool, vacation that I will sorely need by then.

I know we have all experienced loss. Many of us just this past year. I know it is hard. Let us all try to find some joy in our life to focus our thoughts on. Something to distract from the sadness and loss. Happy thoughts of vacations to come, impending weddings and births, birthdays, anniversaries, and LOVE.

Find your happy place, take a deep cleansing breath and think happy thoughts.

Ohhhhh, my aching feet!!

I can walk again!!! Yesterday I was hobbled. 

I have foot issues. I have decades-long issues with Morton’s Neuroma, plantar fasciitis, and arthritis.

The CIPN (chemotherapy-induced peripheral neuropathy) that has developed in the past 5.5 years has been my main focus...and I take 2, and sometimes 3, meds to address it best that I can.

Once that was under “control” I started to notice the intense pain of the arthritis in the top of both feet. X-rays and a consultation with the orthopaedic surgeon confirmed that there was really nothing that could be done, except wait for the joints to fuse. 😞 Cortisone injections work for short-term relief and I started having those.

A few weeks ago, I started to notice swelling in my left foot and pain in my big toe joint. Arghhhh!!!! I was due for another cortisone injection and the last one lasted about 6 months in my left foot and my right was still okay.

Thursday was the injection day. My foot was quite swollen and was very sore. Doc looked at it and told me I have a lot of arthritis in my big toe joint. Likely will need surgery to remove the calcification or to replace the joint. “Umm....remember I have cancer, Doc?”, “Oh, yah...likely can’t have the surgery.” 

So I had injections in the top of the foot and in the big toe. OMG. The injections hurt. Not a lot of “meat” there. Then after the freezing comes out you have a few days of painful swelling (in addition to the arthritic swelling) until the cortisone is absorbed and the tissues settle down. 

Yesterday was very painful and I was quite the sight to see. Lumbering along...with lots of moaning and whining.

Today it is so much better. I expect by Monday I will be dancing a jig!!! I think of the adage... “This too, shall pass.” 

Yes...there is always a rainbow after the storm. Just have to be patient and wait for it.

Happy Birthday to me! I am 5 today!!

When you have a stem cell transplant, they give you a high dose, lethal chemo drug called Melphalan the first day, then your stem cells the next day. 

The Melphalan destroys your bone marrow so your body has no way to make its own blood. It takes 5 days for it to completely kill off the bone marrow. 

It takes about 10 days for the stem cells to migrate through your blood stream to your large bones (hips, sternum) and regenerate bone marrow and begin making new blood cells.

 

The day you get your stem cells is referred to as your “re-birthday” or “new birthday”. Your life is taken away and then given back to you by infusing your stem cells. 

Today is my 5th re-birthday. I was told that if I took maintenance chemotherapy (a pill a day) after my transplant, I could get 5 years of remission. (Or more.) It has been a tough road, some days. Side effects of the chemo are severe for me...but it works. 

Here I am, 5 years later and I am still killing it!! 🙂

Happy Birthday to me!!

Beneath the surface...

Every 3 months for the past 4.5 years I have a check-up.

Actually it is more often than that since I have two oncologists. After my stem cell transplant I asked my blood cancer specialist to keep seeing me as I did not have faith in my general oncologist. He agreed and we have maintained that connection ever since. I really don’t need him now since my general oncologist changed and the new one is wonderful...and she regularly connects with the specialist, however, it is always good to have a specialist involved in your care. So, I see Dr. Salib every 3 months and Dr. Kouroukis every 4-6 months.

Before each check-up I stop breathing. It was not always this way. In the beginning, it was exciting to hear that I was still in remission and holding strong. After the stem cell transplant, I was told that provided I remained on daily maintenance chemo, I should expect 5 years before relapse. The first 3 years were easy. The fourth, not so much. Now I am at 5 years, and it is very scary. I hold my breath. I ask the universe to spare me. I overindulge in steak and pizza and ice cream. Until the check up and I get the all-clear again.

It is a rollercoaster of epic proportions. Right now I am buoyed by the good news I got last week...but  I am sensing the anxiety of the next check-up starting to build. I try not to worry. I try not to think about it. I try to live my life in the moment. For the most part I am successful at doing that. I have joy in my heart and am filled with gratitude for the gifts I have been given already in this 56 year life.

But floating beneath the skin is that little flutter in my chest.

Whirlwind winds down...

If you follow me on Facebook, you know that I have had a crazy, whirlwind, travel year.

It started in January (2018) with a trip to see our daughter in Calgary and take her, her boyfriend, and his son to Banff for the weekend to celebrate her 30th birthday.

In February and into March, Al and I fulfilled a bucket-list trip to Hawaii. We were on Oahu (Waikiki) for 6 days and then on Maui (Kihei) for 9 days. What a fabulous trip that was.

Over the summer we stayed put for the most part...enjoying our pool and visits with friends who had not seen us for months. :)

In September, Al and I drove to Nashville to fulfill Al's (un-confirmed) bucket-list adventure. It involved attending Music Row Happy Hour at Margaritaville. (This is Sirus XM's live broadcast of The Highway on Friday afternoons.) We enjoyed the fabulous vibe of Nashville and I found myself tapping my toes a few times - despite my slight dislike of country music.

When we returned, we rested a bit then drove out to our daughter's to help fix up her basement and do some of the "honey-do" stuff that needed her Dad's help and tools. We left there and drove through the US mid-west, stopping to visit Montana and South Dakota. Beautiful, big sky country!!

At the end of October, my daughter and I travelled to Iceland for a 5 day adventure. Beautiful, but strange, country with geysers, waterfalls, geo-thermal powered everything, and a penis museum. LOL!!

When offered a mom and son trip, my son decided he would rather do something with his girlfriend - and Al and I - of course. No offence taken... a mom and son trip can be a little awkward... so we went on a bucket-list trip for him. The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios in Orlando, Florida. At the archway into the park, he proposed and she said YES! So now we will have a wedding later this year. :)

Al and I just returned a week ago from Las Vegas. A well-deserved break following the massive stroke and subsequent passing of his Mom at the end of January. :(

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It was a whirlwind year...and intentionally so. You see, I am 4.5 years into my remission following my stem cell transplant. The expectation is that I will get 5 years before the cancer starts to wake up and requires a different treatment. <sigh> That does not mean I plan to exit this planet anytime soon. It does mean that I would be on different meds. It will likely involve weekly hospital visits for injections or iv's. My current protocol of maintenance chemotherapy is a pill everyday and an iv infusion once every 3 months. I mange my side-effects and can travel pretty much anywhere I want.

The truth is: I got scared. I felt like my time was running out. I wanted to go places and do things and make memories with everyone. I was a little bit manic. I spent a lot of money, but I made the most wonderful memories!! The important thing is that I lived my life. I LIVED MY LIFE!!

This year, the whirlwind winds down. I will dial back the crazy - just a bit. I am going to Arizona in late April-early May with my college girlfriends; but that is the only adventure on the books right now. I have calmed the fear. I am content. I have had my mid-life crisis and we all survived.

I do advocate doing this though. If you have the means, just live full-throttle for a year. Do the things you want. Eat the delicious food, drink the fine wine, buy those fabulous shoes!! Indulge for a bit. Life is so short. Don't be one of those folks who say "one day I will..." and then die before they get the chance to do it. DO IT while you can.

Thanks for taking this journey with me. I love you all. Your support is what keeps me buoyed in rough waters. xo

Happy Birthday!

Today I am 56 years old. 6 years ago I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a rare blood/bone marrow cancer. It is treatable but incurable. At that time the average life expectancy was 3 years. Since then the ALE has increased to almost 5 years. Here I am, 6 years later and SLAYING it!! 

I have a great life. I travel and entertain. I do date night at least once a week. I binge watch great TV shows. I eat steak and pizza and ice cream whenever I want. 

I am surrounded by wonderful friends and family. (In person and virtually!)

I wake up every single day with a happiness and gratefulness that I did not have before. 

I wake up every single day. 

I am here. 

I am living my life to its fullest each and every day. 

Enjoy your life NOW. Be thankful for what you have and do not lament over what you don’t have. Life is a gift. Accept it graciously!

Sparkling

Well, I have had quite a journey of late. 

I started to “sparkle” quite often. 

Sparkle? This is the term I use for the pins-and-needles sensation I get sometimes. It is not just a tingle...it is like thousands of ants under your skin. Anyway...I like to say that I am sparkling...it just sounds nicer!! 

I remembered having this sensation when I have been dehyrated. Once I had heat stroke (remember that, Tanya B), and I have experienced it other times when I was quite dehyrated and close to passing out. (Well, I actually have passed out...)

So, this was occurring quite often this summer. It was very hot here in southwestern Ontario and very humid, so I attributed it to dehydration. I stayed indoors in the AC whenever possible and drank extra fluids, including those with electrolytes. 

After some routine blood work my GP called and said that my potassium was low and I needed to take SLO-K, a potassium supplement. Of course...it fit in with my self-diagnosis of dehydration!! So I started taking the SLO-K. I was still sparkling often (multiple times a day). I started to check my blood pressure. It was sometimes high and sometimes low...and not really predicable or attributable to anything in particular. I thought maybe my blood sugar was low. I bought a blood glucose meter and started to check my sugar levels. Normal, normal, normal. <sigh>

When I went to my GP he thought perhaps my blood pressure meds were not working properly (it was quite high when I saw him), so he switched them to another type. I started to take it and again, and my BP seemed to stabilize, but the sparkles just kept coming!!

On our return trip home from Nashville last month, I ate a burger that was a little pink in the middle and got food poisoning. I was quite ill for several hours and became so dehyrated that my muscles started to go into spasm. My hands cramped up like chicken feet, muscles in my neck, back and face started to spasm. I had difficulty speaking since my tongue was in full spasm. I was very scared and when Al woke up to my cries for help, he immediately called 911. The 4 handsome paramedics/firemen that arrived certainly raised my spirits, and I had exceptional service in the ER at the Indianapolis hospital. After some IV fluids, Zophran for nausea, and direction to take extra potassium, I felt better. We were able to drive home the next day. 

4 days later, still in bed and still quite ill, I decided that I needed to go back to the ER (in St. Catharines, this time). I was again given IV fluids, a vile potassium drink, and a potassium phosphate IV. My potassium, phosphate and calcium levels were depleted. I was instructed to double my calcium and potassium supplements. The ER doctor did not know what to do about the calcium deficiency as she did not want to upset my digestive system further. I was referred to the Acute Internal Medicine Unit the following week for consultation. 

By the time I went to the AIM Unit I was feeling much better and my potassium, phosphate and calcium were all within normal range again. What was interesting was that I looked up hypocalcemia (low calcium). The symptoms were clearly what I had been experiencing for months. Tingling in face and extremities, spasms of small muscles, feeling faint, confused, tired, etc. The doctor who saw me said the same thing. Classic symptoms of hypocalcemia.
So how did this happen? I take calcium and vitamin D supplements. Well...it seems that two of the drugs I take can cause mal-absorption of calcium. The colestid that I take for my chemo-related diarreah can cause it...well I am not stopping that!! The intravenous bisphosphanate I get every 3 or 4 months can also cause it. I am not stopping that either since it is helping my body fill in those bone lesions in my spine. So.. I take more calcium (double) and we will see what happens.

Since I started the extra calcium I have had very few sparkling episodes. Holy crap...who would have thought!?! We don’t think of calcium as something we might be lacking to the extent that it will cause such significant effects. If the ER doc had not noticed it in my blood work, I might still be dealing with those strange episodes. I expect that my next blood work check will show that it is back to normal.

What an ordeal. I am glad I finally figured it out. Sometimes the sound of horse hooves is a zebra.