I Want a Sandwich

A nice crusty panini with bacon, a fat slice of tomato and some mayo. I can have some mayo, and I had some bacon in the last of the really good sweet potato soup Sandy brought over. I also want a bowl full of spicy shrimp, pad thai, pho, or just a humble burrito. Soon, I hope. I hope with this surgery that I will be able to eat, just eat. I know it depends on how much of my colon they take - that can mean serious digestive issues. This is not the time to worry, just to dream. Right now I am dreaming of a steaming bowl of red curry coconut with sticky rice and a nice spring roll on the side.

Thanksgiving Eve

So, it's the night before Thanksgiving and all is quiet. Bennett is sleeping, Pat is poking around the kitchen and I am posting. Not much to report, except I have a new meditation recording that both times I listened to it, at the end I was hungry. I haven't been hungry in months. I have been eating what and when I need to, trying in many cases not to taste, but just to get it down. What is this hunger about? I don't know, but I ate and it was good. Don't get me wrong, I ate an Ensure shake that I make with peanut butter and ice cream - about 700 calories. I make one every day, and it is helping me maintain my weight. You'd think, what a treat, but after a few weeks, it's just another thing to get through - like all the pills.

I digress, the new mediation recording was sent home with Pat from our friend Bobbin, who scoured the library for healing books and CDs. I am going to have Pat listen to this one. It's intense because part of it is imagining one year from now, five years, ten years from now in a healthy body doing the things you love. It's the first time in a long time that I've thought even beyond the next year. Beyond chemo, surgery, pain, hospice, death. You all know, because you all are here with me.

I had a pretty good day. I walked the dog with Pat, came home and took a nap at 9am- I crashed for about an hour and half. That was a surprise. Then we picked up Bennett who had a half day at school, played with her, took another nap. This was not a sleeping nap, but listening to the above mentioned recordings. I am so grateful to have had enough energy to play blocks with B when I got up and then hang out with Aunt Ruth.

I am going to try to maintain an attitude of gratitude for the time being. Remind me if I slip back into gallows mode. Sometimes it's hard for me to get out of it without some pushing and pulling. I have it on good authority from my friend Kathy that gratitude can combat the chemical response of anxiety and fear. I will keep you posted.

Warrior Napping

That's what I've got to think of my days as - warrior napping to support my healing and fighting. I went to my first acupuncture appointment today. It was really different than I thought it would be. I thought there would be a lot more needles and that they would be in my abdomen and feet. Nope. Nancy, the acupuncturist, put about six needles in my left ear, one on the top of my head, one in my abdomen and a bunch on my shins. I really felt the one on the top of my head - it was like a full body shiver. That was my feeling the chi. That was it, then I spent about 20 minutes on the table with the needles in, almost fell asleep, and was told to go home and take a nap if I could. She didn't have to tell me twice, as I am becoming an expert in napping. I went home, ate some potato soup and yogurt, hopped into bed and woke up when Pat got home an hour and half later. The idea of the nap was so my chi continues to flow down towards my shins. I am not 100% sure about this last part, but that's what I walked away with. I will be going back next week.

So I have become a person who goes from acupuncture to reflexology to therapy all in the same week. This week, though, Magic Maryann is away so I will be going to Reiki for the first time. I am excited to try this, but know I will be back to reflexology as soon as I can next week. I know all of these complimentary therapies help in ways I can't know. I just know they feel great and I am lucky to have the time and resources to have them.

After I woke up, listened to my new favorite relaxation recording, I met Pat and Bennett at the park. It was a fun 15 minutes before it started to get dark. Bennett and I walked home together and she told me about her day. The word she learned today was "mega." Mom-o let's go mega fast, mega high, you get the picture.

Pat came home from Snow Farm with Zeus who had rolled in manure. He had to have a bath and is still stinky. Why are dogs so disgusting sometimes? And today Laureen came to clean the house, so to have this stinky but clean beast running around in our newly cleaned house seemed wrong in so many ways.

Tomorrow is the day before Thanksgiving. Pat and I have decided not to celebrate. Bennett will be going to Aunt Liz and Aunt Julie's house for a big feast. That's the part that keeps us from wanting to participate, well I should only speak for myself. A big feast with no way to eat any of it seems like torture to me. And right now I am feel so desperate for a feast that I know I would leave the party having eaten too much and not the right things and then I would be in pain. So no party for me this year. I keep reminding myself that this is my year of missing, and if I can get through this year, I will have the joy of doing all the things I didn't get to do this year again. I can hold on for that. Hold on with me, will you?

I'm Good

But not going to post much. Had a very nice day. Experimented with new foods. We shall see how that goes. If you know what I mean. I had some vegan lasagna, some almond flour cookies and tuna. Not all together, but throughout the day. These are big extravagances for me. I am hoping I can add even more new foods into my life. Pad Thai anyone?

All is well. I am sorry that chemo on Tuesday is going to ruin this goodness. But since I understand the big picture - I am trying not to mind.

Pat installed the stained glass for our outdoor awning and it looks awesome. She took pictures, but we can't seem to figure out how to get them off the camera and into the new computer. Perhaps tomorrow night.

Until then, good night.

Crying for Cabbage

Tonight I actually started crying when Pat ate her dinner. I was so jealous. She sat down to eat some sauteed cabbage, carrots and chicken. Not exactly gourmet, but compared to the Ensure and the anti-gas pill I was consuming...and it smelled so good. I realize now that I haven't had a real meal since I was in the hospital five weeks ago. Sure, I've had my soups and my beef broth with an egg, but my soul wants a plate. A plate with whole foods on it that I can bite into and chew. Ah, to chew, what a thought.

There are two problems. One is the blockage by the big tumor in my colon which means not much can pass through. I won't go into too much detail, but you get the picture. The theory is when the tumor shrinks, the area for what used to be food to pass through would get bigger, thereby making eating easier. There is also the real chance that this part of my colon will actually shrink with the tumor, then I will be in exactly the same predicament as I am now. Time will tell.

Problem number two is the gas. And we've talked about this before. An indelicate subject, but one we all know intimately. The place where the tumor is sometimes blocks the gas from getting to where is needs to go - which is out. So I take an anti-gas pill four times a day. They help a ton, but there is still enough air movement to make Pat turn her head and Bennett to ask if there is thunder in there (a direct quote from last night).  And it does hurt sometimes. Not like it used to, but if I am not super careful about what I eat, when I eat, how much etc., I can get into some real trouble, which really scares me.

And it makes me so sad. Sadder than I thought it would. I guess it's a little like my hair. I didn't think it would bother me, but it really does in a deep and troubling way. I knew the cancer would really bother me, but I just assumed the hair and the food and the fatigue would just be sort of incidental. I knew my life would change, but not so thoroughly. I am not sure what I was thinking. I guess there is no way to know until you get here. I can talk to as many people as I want who've made it to the other side, but I can't know what my journey, my response, will be until I am there.  Sometimes it is as big a surprise to me as it is to you.

Great Story

Pat just got home from work with a great story of a friend's father who had stage-four colon cancer six years ago and is doing fine. That makes me feel great. Hopeful. Really really hopeful. The doctor who diagnosed me told me he had a patient who was diagnosed later than I, and that was 10 years ago. I hold that close to my heart. Every once and awhile I wonder if he was just trying to make me feel better, but why would he? He had no reason to lie. I will think the best and believe my goal of seeing Bennett graduate from high school is a realistic one. That was my secret goal, but now you all know and you will all help me get there - and beyond.

I had a good day today. Another pain free one. Maybe, at this point, I can just report when I have pain. Or why not, I like to say that it was a pain free day. It makes all the water drinking, soup slurping and yogurt eating worth it. I can tell you that this food lover is still struggling with the limitations. That's okay, I have really grown fond of peanut butter from the spoon and cream in everything. I almost can't wait to see what my weight is next week - just to see if this Ensure/cream regimen is working.

Bennett and I spent most of the day at home. I should clarify - I spent the entire day at home, Bennett had an afternoon at the farm with Aunties Ruth and Theo. They all looked like they had a blast when they came home. I really miss going to the farm - all that dirt and bacteria is not good for me. Next year, I tell myself, I will be able to not only go to the farm, but I will be able to touch the veggies and eat them. That will be a good time.

I can see the difference in B since she started her new school. She doesn't really care as much for TV and wants book after book. We must have spent three hours reading books and finding ebooks to download and read. I know they've been working on maps at school and today she brought me a book with a picture of a globe on it and said "where do we live?" It was really cool. I am so happy she is so happy at her school. Because I am a worrier, I am now worried that we have to find her an elementary school that will be just as stimulating. Yikes!

It's pretty nice to worry about something else other than my health. I am praying that chemo goes okay next week, that every chemo treatment is one step closer to surgery which I am psyched about and dreading at the same time. I don't know when it will be, but it's in my mind. Oh, my mind, so many things stewing. But that is another post. Tomorrow, more hats, more rants, more calls for prayers and light. See you then.

So Many Things to Remember

I just spent about an hour going through the reams of paper the chemo nurse, Sue, gave me when I left last Tuesday. As you can imagine, I wasn't that interested in diving into the details of the horrors that chemo drugs can do to my body. That is to say, while those magical chemo drugs are valiantly destroying cancer cell after cancer cell, they are also causing lots of other cells to question their usual intentions.

White and red blood cells can get really out of whack. Infection can be a really big problem. Don't forget to rinse your mouth with salt water four times a day (luckily I am in the habit from getting my wisdom teeth out), don't let your hangnails crack, don't eat blue cheese.  What!?!  The list of foods to avoid is long and sad. No runny cheese, no lox or pickled herring, no tempeh or miso. Okay, tempeh I won't miss that much, but pickled herring, blue cheese, Camembert?

Another thing that no one talks about is when you lose you hair, you lose it all. You know what I mean?  That seems like it should be obvious, after all why would your genitals be any different than your eyebrows?

I also read a pamphlet that basically told me the best way to get fatigued is to not move. I spent the majority of this raining, chilly Sunday on the couch reading Harry P. I was tired! But after reading that, I got off my butt and walked the dog while I talked to my mom. Both made me feel so much better.

Riffing off yesterday's post, it does beg the question is it okay to spend the day on the couch? What if that's what I used to do once and awhile before I had cancer? I sometimes want to take a nap, is that a sign of something I should worry about, or just a nap? I'll keep you posted.

Tomorrow, Monday, I will take the computer in for resuscitation (if it costs less than $100), make pumpkin pie with Bennett (who wants desperately to make it, but has never had it. I hope she isn't disappointed.) and other normal and regular life things. The times when my mind wanders are still a challenge, but if I let my fear take over, I lose that lovely bit of my life. And I am not willing to give any more lovely, or unlovely bits up to fear. They are all mine.