Saturday, March 19, 2022

Goodbye, Sweet Maddie... July 14, 2005 - March 18, 2022

We lost our very first baby yesterday. Maddie was almost 17, and had been showing us for a few months that we were approaching the time to let her go.

A few days ago, she was sunning herself in the yard as usual (she was a South Texas girl straight from the Rio Grande Valley, after all) and gave us the look that said the time had come.

Walking had become extremely difficult for her, and she was very skinny (although still eating), due to her body shutting down and failing to absorb nutrients. She fell, and fell HARD, many times a day, and was confused. Instead of enjoying life, it was clear she was simply trying to make it to the end of each day.

So, yesterday, Jon and I made the gut-wrenching decision to allow Dr. King's skilled hands to give Maddie the peace and comfort she deserved. The euthanasia decision was a new experience for us; Dora was seemingly healthy, then passed in the matter of a couple of hours following a seizure she had out of the blue.

As soon as I got home from school, I spent some time petting her and watching her sniff the grass, then took these two final photos of our girl and we were on our way. Ethan insisted on going, so we obliged. The skies told us a big storm was on its way.


Maddie sat on my lap as Jon drove with the windows down, and rested her head on the window, sniffing the air. It was so beautiful and peaceful and calm and another message to us that this was what she wanted and needed.

The waiting room was crowded. Dr. Herlog saw us coming, with Maddie in Jon's arms, and rushed us past the other clients.

Dr. King explained everything that would be happening and asked if we wanted to be outdoors. With an enthusiastic yes, outside we went into a beautiful garden, resting Maddie on blankets atop a picnic table.

We fed her treats and peanut butter as the skies got a little bit more menacing. Then, Dr. King injected Maddie with a strong sedative so she would fall peacefully asleep before the second shot. It took a few minutes. As she started to doze off, fat raindrops started to fall, so we scooped her up again and headed back into the exam room.

All of us in tears led Dr. King to ask if we were okay to stay for the second shot. We did. As she administered it, we all petted and kissed our girl, and told her how much we loved her. At one point between sobs, I told Maddie I was sorry.

Dr. King said, "Don't be sorry. She's getting all straightened out now."

Agreed.

So, we gave more pets and kisses and loving words. After a couple of minutes of listening to her heart, Dr. King said, "She's gone." It was quick and peaceful, as we hoped it'd be. I've learned that the word 'euthanasia' has 17th century Greek origins (eu means 'well' or 'good' and thanatos means 'death'). And Maddie's was, indeed, a good, peaceful, and welcomed passing.

Without any mention of the bill, the staff told us to stay with Maddie as long as we wanted. Then, they let us out the back door through the garden. I knew I adored them, but I adore them even more now.

Tori and Petey are still searching for her this morning. That will rip your heart right out, let me tell you. Loving animals so much is a blessing and a curse.

Maddie was as gentle and loyal and "old soul" as any dog I've ever met. She deserves the peace she's been given. She and Dora, our original children before those humans came along, are running and playing now with bodies that work. The Rainbow Bridge is real, so I know we will all play together again someday.





























Wednesday, June 16, 2021

A Commercial!

It's been a while since I've posted because SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL. Finally, I have time to tell you about the commercial Ethan and I were in! They came to my school and filmed my hand-selected group of kids. It was a fun experience and a memorable one, for sure!



Wednesday, December 30, 2020

End of Radiation and Next Steps: When Being 'Just Okay' is Okay!

First, THANK YOU to the many, many people who have asked how I am doing! It is so appreciated. I am okay.

This post has been a LONG time coming. It's pretty in-depth. If you'd prefer a one-paragraph summary, here goes:

I was diagnosed with breast cancer August 4, had a lumpectomy September 3, my 21 daily radiation treatments were complete November 4, and I have started tamoxifen and venlafaxine with minimal side effects. My skin barely burned and is completely healed, as are my surgical incisions. Yes, the surgeon took away all the visible cancer and my prognosis is good. Pathology reports of lymph nodes and tumor margins were completely clear. Hopefully, I won't have to deal with any more cancer for the rest of my life. The very positive thing that's come out of the experience is extreme clarity in most of my decisions since I tend to value my life a LOT more these days.

Jon came to see me ring the end-of-radiation bell and we made a day of it. XOXO

That's the gist that most people want to hear and that I truly want to believe! STOP READING if you're short on time. If not, I'd like to clear up some cancer myths a LOT of folks still believe because, thankfully for them, they haven't needed or wanted to learn more about the disease. I'm no expert, but have compiled a lot of good information from multiple books, articles, and discussions with my physicians and other cancer patient friends.CANCER MYTHS THAT BUG ME

MYTH #1: YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING TO GET CANCER, LIKE SPEND TIME IN TOXIC ENVIRONMENTS OR EAT THE WRONG FOODS.

Nope. Just nope. A couple of people suggested that since some of my WV girlfriends have also been stricken with breast cancer, our common time hanging out in the environment of the WVU Creative Arts Center for many years must be to blame. Something there MUST have caused our cancer. (Asbestos or mold, anyone?) Or, maybe our diet. Lifestyle? That HAS to be it.

Wrong.

Although there are 5 known controllable risk factors for breast cancer (obesity, alcohol consumption, late in life pregnancy, sedentary lifestyle, and multiple years on birth control pills), there are just as many uncontrollable ones, including family history and just plain bad luck.

The tendency when you're blindsided with the diagnosis, as I was August 4, is to blame yourself. But there has been absolutely no scientific evidence that any one behavior (or a combination) causes cancer. Some people's cells just plain decide to betray them, and no one knows why at this time in our history (here's hoping for a CURE in our lifetimes, though).

MYTH #2: THEY GOT IT ALL! YOU'RE CURED!

You're never truly cured of cancer. There is always a chance of recurrence, no matter what surgery or treatment plan you've got in place. Many kinds are treatable, but cancer patients are forever on "cancer surveillance," as my surgeon calls it. My possibility of recurrence, I'm told, is < 2%. That's fantastic and helps ease the mind a bit. But it's not 0. No one's is.

That's a tough pill to swallow - that once diagnosed, you have to think about cancer for the rest of your life. I still think about it a LOT daily, but I'm told this fades over time. I am looking forward to the day when it doesn't cross my mind once.

MYTH #3: HAVING A DOUBLE MASTECTOMY IS BETTER FOR PROGNOSIS THAN JUST A LUMPECTOMY.

Double, or bilateral mastectomy, is when both breasts are removed. A lumpectomy is called a partial mastectomy because just the lesion, its surrounding tissue, and often a few lymph nodes are removed. I had a lumpectomy. The chance of recurrence for lumpectomy + radiation patients is exactly the same as the chance of recurrence for mastectomy patients, even though the latter involves no remaining breast tissue. The reason for this is because there is always the slightest chance that microscopic cancer cells could have broken free even before diagnosis and settled somewhere else in the body, rearing their ugly heads months or years or decades later. The chance of this happening is very rare, but since it's still a chance, it has to be considered in the statistics. Lumpectomy patients almost always undergo radiation therapy as an "insurance policy" of sorts, to help prevent any sneaky cells from popping back up. Furthermore, hormone-positive tumors like mine benefit from a third part of the insurance policy: hormone blockers like tamoxifen, which hopefully starve any pesky microscopic hormone-loving cells. DIE, YOU JERK CELLS.

MYTH #4: ALL WOMEN ARE COMFORTED BY BEING REFERRED TO AS 'WARRIORS' OR 'SURVIVORS.'

This is a tricky one. Here's the deal - people who haven't personally lived this disease have no idea how to talk to the cancer-ridden person about it. They try (I did, too, with my girlfriends before I got it). Their hearts are ALL in the right place. But just as every woman is different, every situation is different. Some folks love all the attention and labels and pink gear. Some want NO part of any of that because it's just another reminder that this thing they didn't want to define them, in fact, has done that very thing. 

Five years ago, I created for one of my friends what I thought was a beautiful ornament with a photo of all of us in our pink during one of the walks for life. I was the super supportive friend with the PERFECT present! Then one day, she very sweetly and diplomatically told me she really didn't want any more things like that, because she didn't want any reminders of the experience.

I am middle-of-the-road with how I feel about all this. I really am. So many people did and said kind and thoughtful things for our family when I was initially facing this, it was extremely moving. I love my pink gear and wear it often. However, I DO feel as if the 'survivor' term is strange because it's meant to imply I've fought something and won, which I haven't. I got a diagnosis and cried/felt nauseous for an entire month, then had a million tests, then surgery, then drove myself to what felt like a trillion radiation treatments, and now I pop a pill each day for 10 years to hopefully keep it away. Nothing about that really says "fight" to me, even though I definitely started honoring that nomenclature and even have it as a label for all these posts. Still, though...

Aren't ALL humans fighting and surviving something (especially in 2020, HOLY MOLY)?

MYTH #5: I DON'T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT A MAMMOGRAM UNTIL I AM 50.

The guidelines for this change ALL THE TIME so it's easy to be confused about the current recommendation. So I suppose this doesn't really qualify as a 'myth' but I definitely have a STRONG opinion about it - GET THE MAMMOGRAM. AT 40! A friend did, and was, unfortunately yet fortunately, diagnosed with her VERY FIRST MAMMOGRAM. Will the mammogram catch everything? NOPE. Lots of times it catches a little and then you find yourself in an MRI where it catches more, and thankfully so. Sometimes it catches nothing (hence the yearly visit to make sure things get caught the next go-around). There is also the self-exam which you should do monthly in the shower. But many of my "cancer club" sisters did not feel anything, and instead were diagnosed as a result of a routine mammogram. I was the same. Just go with your gut here on when to get that mammo, but I tend to lean to as close to 40 as you can, and earlier if ANYTHING seems weird. Above all else, if you have a good feeling about your doctor, LISTEN to him/her. And if something doesn't feel right about your doctor, CHANGE ASAP.

MYTH #6: MY FRIEND IS DONE WITH HER TREATMENT AND WILL BE BACK TO HER OLD SELF.

As I mentioned earlier, you're never really done. It's a life-threatening and thus life-altering thing. However, the "new normal" I've personally found myself in has been a promising one. Decisions about all things are easier. I am taking a genuine interest in caring about my mental and physical health because the universe slapped me up the side of the head and I got the message loud and clear. Life and the small things it offers just plain mean more. 

If you've made it to this point, thank you. Getting it out there really helps me process and heal, and I appreciate you coming along for the ride. So, I am just okay. I'd like to get this experience a little more in the rear view mirror before I feel like I can upgrade to 'good.' 

And you know what?

That is okay!

Thursday, October 22, 2020

HALFWAY THERE (and celebrating D)!

Yesterday marked radiation treatment number 11 of 21, so I was officially halfway through this part of the cancer journey - what a GREAT feeling!

I asked the two techs to pose for a commemorative selfie and they were happy to. 

Monday was another great day - D was completely finished with her treatments and got to ring the bell! She had me film it live on facebook and many of her friends tuned in.
Again, there weren't any dry eyes around.

We exchanged some presents neither one knew about and then she walked out of there.
I have missed her the past couple of days and hope we can get together someplace WAY MORE FUN soon.

I'm feeling physically fine. My skin is starting to get a little pink/tender and I'm beginning to feel the fatigue from the build-up of radiation, but I see the oncologist weekly now and he maintains these are both completely normal side effects even though I'm religiously applying all the recommended creams.

Mentally, things are just okay. I felt better for a bit once surgery was done and treatment was in place, but it's now been over 3 months of thinking constantly about cancer and that wears on a person. It's a definite trip on the struggle bus. COVID complications don't help - OMG how I would LOVE to just run away from here on some fabulous vacation, but that's nearly impossible at this point.

And speaking of transportation, the drive is getting very monotonous - I leave at 6:30 every morning to fight fog and crazy drivers. 

But, if there are no traffic tie-ups, I get time to hang by the Marissa Memorial Fountain for a bit to play Harry Potter Wizards Unite before trekking into the radiation wing.

As of the moment I write this, I've got only 9 more sessions to get through. Here's to hanging in there.

Wednesday, October 7, 2020

First Radiation Treatment!

This morning, I experienced the first dose of daily radiation therapy. Twenty remain [sigh]. Truth be told, it wasn't bad at all. You know what's bad? The insane drivers on I20 and I26, that's what. Holy mackerel. YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT EARLIER, LOSERS! AND STOP TEXTING WHILE DRIVING!

Anyway, let's talk about yesterday, when I attended my final mapping appointment. I laid on the table with a bolster under my knees and my arms above my head while three sweet techs slid me around on a sheet, drew all over me with a permanent marker, put stickers on me, and made me hold my breath for 30 seconds a few times. Weird. It was a rehearsal of sorts for today, where they wanted everything to be perfectly aligned so they treat the correct area. This makes me happy. 

Today, I scanned my card, walked into the locker room, got changed, and sat down in the radiation waiting area. It was there where I met D! She is halfway through her treatments. We chatted and compared notes while adorning our super sexy radiation smocks, learning that our cancer stories are very similar. 

After a few minutes, in bopped V, whose last day of TWENTY EIGHT treatments was TODAY. She and D had become close. We were instant buddies (in one of the worst clubs). The techs came to get D and me and we asked if we could wait a few minutes more so we could see V ring the bell, signaling the end of her treatment. They happily obliged.

Here are D, me, and V right before the bell ceremony.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, cried when she rang that thing. I know it is not as big a deal as the chemo bell (and shouldn't be, either!) but was so surprisingly emotional. It was very cool for me to be among women in the middle and very ends of their treatments on my first day. 

Soon after V left, it was my turn for treatment. Here are the techs setting up my arm holders.

I like this photo because you can see the beautiful seascape image patients get to admire while lying on the table. I get to look at it for a little bit, but then have to turn my head to the right and up a little to help protect that part of my body from the beams.

Before my session began, my oncologist came in to triple-check that everything was arranged as it should be. During the treatment, I looked at a very small computer screen with bars that aligned when I had taken a deep enough breath, signaling me to hold it. The techs came over the intercom system each time to help coach me along. It was easy and I only had to do it four times. It took 5-10 minutes total. With radiation, you don't feel anything. All that happens is the machine whirls slowly around your head and makes a tiny bit of noise when they are firing the beams. It is very open and is NOTHING like the obnoxiously loud claustrophobia chamber that is an MRI machine.

DONE! 1 down, 20 to go.

Thursday, October 1, 2020

Fighting the Mountain Lion

 


A friend shared the following piece of brilliant writing with me. It was posted in the Cancer Survivors Network on the American Cancer Society's website. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find out who the author is.

I love it very much, as the perfect metaphor for so many of my recent frustrations.

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In case you've ever wondered...

"What's it like to go through cancer treatment?" It's something like this: one day, you're minding your own business, you open the fridge to get some breakfast, and OH MY GOD THERE'S A MOUNTAIN LION IN YOUR FRIDGE!

Wait, what? How? Why is there a mountain lion in your fridge? NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. RUN! THE MOUNTAIN LION WILL KILL YOU, UNLESS YOU FIND SOMETHING EVEN MORE FEROCIOUS TO KILL IT FIRST!

So, you take off running, and the mountain lion is right behind you. You know the only thing that can kill a mountain lion is a bear, and the only bear is on top of a mountain, so you had better find that bear. You start running up the mountain in hopes of finding the bear. Your friends desperately want to help, but they are powerless against mountain lions, as mountain lions are godless killing machines. But they really want to help, so they're cheering you on and bringing you paper cups of water and orange slices as you run up the mountain and yelling at the mountain lion, "GET LOST, MOUNTAIN LION, NO ONE LIKES YOU." And you really appreciate the support, but the mountain lion is still coming. 

Also, for some reason, there's someone in the crowd who's yelling, "THAT'S NOT REALLY A MOUNTAIN LION. IT'S A PUMA!" and another person yelling, "I READ THAT MOUNTAIN LIONS ARE ALLERGIC TO KALE! HAVE YOU TRIED RUBBING KALE ON IT?"

As you're running up the mountain, you see other people fleeing their own mountain lions. Some of the mountain lions seem comparatively wimpy - they're half grown and only have three legs or whatever - and you think to yourself, "Why couldn't I have gotten one of THOSE mountain lions?" But then you look over at the people who are fleeing mountain lions the size of a monster truck with huge prehistoric saber fangs, and you feel like an ******* for even thinking that. And besides, who in their right mind would want to fight a mountain lion, even a three-legged one?

Finally, the person closest to you, whose job it is to take care of you - maybe a parent or sibling or best friend or, in my case, my husband - comes barging out of the woods and jumps on the mountain lion, whaling on it and screaming, "DAMN IT MOUNTAIN LION, STOP TRYING TO EAT MY WIFE!" and the mountain lion punches your husband right in the face. Now your husband (or whatever) is rolling around on the ground, clutching his nose, and he's bought you some time, but you still need to get to the top of the mountain.

Eventually, you reach the top, finally, and the bear is there. Waiting. For both of you. You rush right up to the bear, and the bear rushes to the mountain lion, but the bear has to go through YOU to get to the mountain lion, and in doing so, the bear TOTALLY KICKS YOUR ***, but not before it also punches your husband in the face. And your husband is now staggering around with a black eye and a bloody nose, and saying "Can I get some help? I've been punched in the face by two apex predators and I think my nose is broken," and all you can say is "I'M KIND OF BUSY... IN CASE YOU HADN'T NOTICED, I'M FIGHTING A MOUNTAIN LION."

Then, IF YOU ARE LUCKY, the bear leaps on the mountain lion and they are locked in an epic battle until, finally, the two of them roll off a cliff edge together, and the mountain lion is dead.

Maybe.

You're not sure - it fell off the cliff, but mountain lions are crafty. It could come back at any moment.

And all your friends come running up to you and say, "That was amazing! You're so brave! We're so proud of you! You didn't die! That must be a huge relief!"

Meanwhile, you blew both your knees, you're having an asthma attack, you twisted your ankle, and also, you have been mauled by a bear. And everyone says, "Boy, you must be excited to walk down that mountain!"

And all you can think as you stagger to your feet is "**** this mountain. I never wanted to climb it in the first place."


Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Medical Oncology Consult and CT Scan for Radiation Mapping

Today was a long, tiring one full of appointments.

First, I met Dr. Stilwell, my medical oncologist. I. LOVE. HER. She is kind and funny and spunky. She took a lot of time to explain everything I've gone through and what I can expect in the future, and drew graphs and charts to help. I was given LOTS of information, and some of it was new: Apparently, pathology discovered a tiny "satellite lesion" beside the main one. It's all good now since everything was removed, but that spread is enough to wig a person out. Still, I was reminded again that is what radiation treatments and hormone-blocking meds are for. We are going to kick this thing completely.

Dr. Stilwell performed an examination and was pleased with the way I've healed. I had a stitch poking out a little and stabbing me in the armpit and she offered to cut that off for me, which was amazing and that's one less thing to be a martyr about. They took more blood at this appointment because apparently there is so much they can learn from it to help determine the best course of treatment. Science rules. My next appointment with her is going to be in six weeks, after all the radiation treatments are done.

This afternoon, I had my CT scan so they could adjust the board I will lie on and map the exact places they plan to zap. There was nothing scary about this, just strange, as so many parts of this entire process have been. They took an image with normal breathing and then one where I held my breath for about 20 seconds. The doctors will compare those images to see if holding my breath made that much of a difference with heart placement. Yes, this is unsettling, but everybody keeps saying the benefits outweigh the risks, and I agree with them. With radiation, the cancer has a less than 3% chance of recurring. Without it, the percentage could be as high as 40%. So, yeah, go ahead and fire away near my vital organs for a few days.

Here I am, getting ready to go into the machine. We didn't end up choosing this board in the end because they didn't like the angle very much once they got me in there. (BTW, a dear friend's mother made the super cool mask and nearly every health professional I've encountered has been in love with it!)

Here's the board they actually ended up using. It's raised up a little more and is actually more comfortable. I hold my arms above my head and rest them in the purple holders. You can see the red laser line they moved around to get me lined up.

After the CT scan, I was given a tour of the treatment facility and shown how to scan my card when I check in each day (yay - I don't have to stop at the front desk anymore, and instead just march in like I own the place). 

The next step is the final "official" mapping appointment right back here in one week (October 6). They will have my blood tests evaluated by then so they will be able to specifically plan everything about treatment. SO. MANY. DANG. STEPS. The therapist told me that I will very likely start my first treatment the next day, on October 7. I am VERY HAPPY there is FINALLY a date for this! This means I'll be done by my birthday. Yippee!