What is the 9am anxiety all about? It hits me everyday between 6am and 9am. I just feel panic. Most days now I take a bit of anti-anxiety meds, and as I've said before, they really help. I just want to know why. I know the big why- the whole cancer thing, but this is different. I think. I wake up before everyone else, I worry about when they will wake up, I worry that I will be too anxious to be a good person when they wake up, I get anxious about worrying and the whole thing goes into some bizarre spiral. The last few mornings I've listened to my visualization tape, but that's really about healing and cancer and not about abating anxiety (note to self, get another tape) so it doesn't really help.
Why do I call it a tape? What is it when it's on your iPod but not a podcast?
I digress. What usually happens is Pat goes to work, I hang with Bennett and we end up having a fun and interesting day - just like today. I swear it's the weirdest thing, I get all panic-y, Pat leaves and 10 minutes later Bennett is playing or painting or begging for TV, and I am just being a Mom. Albeit a panic-y mom. At some point the Atavan kicks in and it's better. I still hate that I feel the need to take it, but it seems to make things more manageable.
What did we do today? Not much. B played alone for a long time this morning. I think she needed the alone time- she is with people all the time these days. I talked to my sister Mary, Sandy and Elizabeth. They all had to hear how anxious I was. It was like I had a good piece of gossip, only way less fun. I figured out how to message on Skype and other not that interesting things. We went to the park all afternoon. It was the first time I had spent more than an hour outside in months. I actually stayed at the park for about 2 1/2 hours. Thanks to Sandy for doing all the running after the kids when they went astray. The only time I got up to try to get B to do something, I had to sit back down from the head rush. So it was really sitting at the park only, but it felt so GOOD. So normal to sit with Sandy in the park while B and Avy played. So wonderful to hear the other kids play Harry Potter and try out their British accents. The sun was wonderful.
Sandy kept B at the park another 45 minutes, so I got in some knitting. I have to make more skull caps because there is no way I am going out without a hat at this point. No way. I got some gourmet vanilla in the mail from my sister's mother-in-law- just about the kindest person I've never met. I feel the love from her, honestly.
So this is not a very philosophical post. But today didn't feel like a philosophical day. This is a good thing. Tomorrow I have the day to myself, which is a real gift. I have my first therapy appointment and I am so happy about it. I will tell you all about it tomorrow night. Until then, I am pooped out and have to zone out until it's not too embarrassing early to go to bed. I feel like I need to sign off by saying I love you all tonight. I can't get through this without each and every one of you. I really mean it. All of it.
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Thursday, November 11, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Some Sunday
Today I went to church. I decided that I wanted to go to church this summer and Pat and I tried one. We didn't like it that much, and Bennett kept thinking we were going to the circus. "Where the circus, mama?" What a disappointment! So we didn't go back and took an inadvertent break.
We have a Lutheran Church down the street and I thought I'd give it a shot. I went by myself this time. It was very pleasant. I don't know what the Lutherans are about, but the pastor was super accessible and the service was interesting enough to keep me attentive. I'll go back next week and see what's it's like again. There may have been a touch too much about all of us as sinners for my taste, so I have to find out if that was just the sermon or the flavor of the church.
It was a big deal to go by myself. I wanted to go back to bed so bad, but then I joined Pat and B on the drive to Trader Joe's. I sat in the car and talked to my sister, Mary, while Pat did the shopping and B did the snacking. Mary is going to Africa next week for a seven days. I am going to miss our talks a lot, but good for her for getting away and relaxing. She's going to need to soak in all that warmth for when she comes back here in November or December. I am already looking forward to that visit.
After TJ's, B went to Aunt Liz and Aunt Jewwelie's for an afternoon of fun. Pat and I got to take a nap, I didn't really sleep, but was plagued by the bad voices. Mostly about what actually happens when a person dies "from cancer." I had a very poignant and helpful conversation with my mom who helped me understand that it tends to be a shutting down of the system - or as I put it, organ failure. My mom assured me that my father (who died from cancer) had a peaceful death and that the hospice angels made it that way. It was very very comforting and sad.
We then had a long conversation about the use of anti-anxiety meds. My doc has been telling me to take them as often as every four hours- that is Atavan or Lorazepam. I really try not to, thinking that I am cheating. I now believe that if I need to take something to stop myself for torturing myself (as my mom put it), that it is not cheating. So guess what? After I hung up the phone I took half a does and it made the entire evening more pleasant - and I believe more pleasant for everyone. And I am not torturing myself at all right now and it feels really good.
More good news is we finally found a home for the fish tank. Thanks for the always generous and fearless Aunt Liz. It is be a huge relief not to have to worry about the sheer neglect of those beings anymore. Thank goodness. They will go to their new home this week, phew.
And that's about it. Read books to B, posting, going to watch a little Top Chef season three and go to bed. All in all not a bad day. I think I am over the hump of being chemo-ized. I will know more tomorrow- and so will you.
We have a Lutheran Church down the street and I thought I'd give it a shot. I went by myself this time. It was very pleasant. I don't know what the Lutherans are about, but the pastor was super accessible and the service was interesting enough to keep me attentive. I'll go back next week and see what's it's like again. There may have been a touch too much about all of us as sinners for my taste, so I have to find out if that was just the sermon or the flavor of the church.
It was a big deal to go by myself. I wanted to go back to bed so bad, but then I joined Pat and B on the drive to Trader Joe's. I sat in the car and talked to my sister, Mary, while Pat did the shopping and B did the snacking. Mary is going to Africa next week for a seven days. I am going to miss our talks a lot, but good for her for getting away and relaxing. She's going to need to soak in all that warmth for when she comes back here in November or December. I am already looking forward to that visit.
After TJ's, B went to Aunt Liz and Aunt Jewwelie's for an afternoon of fun. Pat and I got to take a nap, I didn't really sleep, but was plagued by the bad voices. Mostly about what actually happens when a person dies "from cancer." I had a very poignant and helpful conversation with my mom who helped me understand that it tends to be a shutting down of the system - or as I put it, organ failure. My mom assured me that my father (who died from cancer) had a peaceful death and that the hospice angels made it that way. It was very very comforting and sad.
We then had a long conversation about the use of anti-anxiety meds. My doc has been telling me to take them as often as every four hours- that is Atavan or Lorazepam. I really try not to, thinking that I am cheating. I now believe that if I need to take something to stop myself for torturing myself (as my mom put it), that it is not cheating. So guess what? After I hung up the phone I took half a does and it made the entire evening more pleasant - and I believe more pleasant for everyone. And I am not torturing myself at all right now and it feels really good.
More good news is we finally found a home for the fish tank. Thanks for the always generous and fearless Aunt Liz. It is be a huge relief not to have to worry about the sheer neglect of those beings anymore. Thank goodness. They will go to their new home this week, phew.
And that's about it. Read books to B, posting, going to watch a little Top Chef season three and go to bed. All in all not a bad day. I think I am over the hump of being chemo-ized. I will know more tomorrow- and so will you.
Friday, October 1, 2010
A Little Nutella Never Hurt Anyone
I hope. In my quest for mushy foods, and my need from something other than protein shakes and yogurt, I have taken to eating Nutella from a spoon. Can you blame me? Last night I nearly licked the computer when I saw an image of sushi. The hard part is not getting enough tasty food, it's that I can't really prepare things from fresh veg and fruit, so I go for the easy soup packets from the pantry and a fab mashed potato soup from potato flakes that Mary taught me. But really, this gal needs a slice of pizza and some sushi. I will, I suppose, have to wait until my colon is repaired. Until then, send willingness to eat soft foods my way. I will continue to cultivate gratitude for being able to eat without pain now for 5 days!
Now, that's something to celebrate. That and dropping off my pump today. Julie drove in her snazzy car with heated seats - my butt has never been so cozy. I got a chance to talk about some of my fears (ad naseum, poor Julie) and feel much better. Thank goodness.
I will make this a short one, lots of love to everyone. Bennett has a cold, Pat is working on the torch, I am going to watch a little TV on the computer and hit the sack early. Let's all pray for a nice quiet weekend, with lots of good health and healing light.
Now, that's something to celebrate. That and dropping off my pump today. Julie drove in her snazzy car with heated seats - my butt has never been so cozy. I got a chance to talk about some of my fears (ad naseum, poor Julie) and feel much better. Thank goodness.
I will make this a short one, lots of love to everyone. Bennett has a cold, Pat is working on the torch, I am going to watch a little TV on the computer and hit the sack early. Let's all pray for a nice quiet weekend, with lots of good health and healing light.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Still Pumping
Imagine my surprise when I looked up at the title and it said "still pimping." I fixed it, but I might use it another day...
Quiet, rainy day filled with a lot of nothing much. Took B to school, tried to walk Zeus but he wasn't interested in a walk in the rain. Watched some TV on the computer while trying to take it easy. I will not go into another diatribe about how hard it is for me not to do much. Cleaned up a little and did the bills. I am ashamed to say I hadn't paid them the slighted attention since the first of the month. Thank goodness for auto bill pay!
The big activity, if you can call it an activity, was my weekly heavenly reflexology appointment with the magical Marianne. I am on the list of folks who can have reflexology every week at the Cancer Connection. Usually folks are only allowed to come every two weeks. I finally got up the nerve to ask why I am on the list. I was afraid it was that they knew more about my prognosis than I, that they knew something terrible was happening, and all that paranoid stuff. Pat handily reminded me that they don't know anything more than what I've told them and they do no have access to my medical records. So, Marianne said I am on the list because I am actively receiving treatment and that I respond so well to reflexology that she would like to see me every week to help work through some of the symptoms as she can. I love her for that. She is so attentive during the session, because I cry a lot, she tells me different ways to breathe so I can be calm and still have my feelings. It's just such a relief to be touched in a non-medical way, in a room that smells really good and there's always soothing music. And at the end, she puts my socks back on my feet. I can't tell you what a humbling experience that is for me.
Pat has been picking up B at school this week because I can't visit that pool of germs. So I had a few lonely minutes alone before my family came home and it was so good to see them. I have been meaning to write a little more about being lonely. I am lonely these days not because I don't have stellar people around, calling me, sending care packages and books. I am lonely because I finally realized that no matter who is around me, I have to do this journey myself. Not by myself, but myself. It hit me in the hospital when the oncology nurse looked me in the eye and said, "and infection for you is a big deal, life and death, so don't mess around." This was when I was complaining about getting rid of the houseplants and not being able to pick up and drop off Bennett.
At that moment it made sense to me how tenuous things are at the moment. Life and death seemed really abstract, but hooked up to three IV antibiotics in an isolated room with warning labels on the door is nothing to mess with. When I took walks around the hospital I had to wear a mask, when I was in the ER, I had to wear and mask the entire time I was there, even while I was asleep. It sort of put things in perspective for me. Okay, Mary and Libby were wearing masks too, troopers that they were (and are), but it was my body fighting the war. It did a good job and I will do everything I can to protect it from another fight like that, because I want every ounce of energy that I can muster for the bigger fight. For my life.
Quiet, rainy day filled with a lot of nothing much. Took B to school, tried to walk Zeus but he wasn't interested in a walk in the rain. Watched some TV on the computer while trying to take it easy. I will not go into another diatribe about how hard it is for me not to do much. Cleaned up a little and did the bills. I am ashamed to say I hadn't paid them the slighted attention since the first of the month. Thank goodness for auto bill pay!
The big activity, if you can call it an activity, was my weekly heavenly reflexology appointment with the magical Marianne. I am on the list of folks who can have reflexology every week at the Cancer Connection. Usually folks are only allowed to come every two weeks. I finally got up the nerve to ask why I am on the list. I was afraid it was that they knew more about my prognosis than I, that they knew something terrible was happening, and all that paranoid stuff. Pat handily reminded me that they don't know anything more than what I've told them and they do no have access to my medical records. So, Marianne said I am on the list because I am actively receiving treatment and that I respond so well to reflexology that she would like to see me every week to help work through some of the symptoms as she can. I love her for that. She is so attentive during the session, because I cry a lot, she tells me different ways to breathe so I can be calm and still have my feelings. It's just such a relief to be touched in a non-medical way, in a room that smells really good and there's always soothing music. And at the end, she puts my socks back on my feet. I can't tell you what a humbling experience that is for me.
Pat has been picking up B at school this week because I can't visit that pool of germs. So I had a few lonely minutes alone before my family came home and it was so good to see them. I have been meaning to write a little more about being lonely. I am lonely these days not because I don't have stellar people around, calling me, sending care packages and books. I am lonely because I finally realized that no matter who is around me, I have to do this journey myself. Not by myself, but myself. It hit me in the hospital when the oncology nurse looked me in the eye and said, "and infection for you is a big deal, life and death, so don't mess around." This was when I was complaining about getting rid of the houseplants and not being able to pick up and drop off Bennett.
At that moment it made sense to me how tenuous things are at the moment. Life and death seemed really abstract, but hooked up to three IV antibiotics in an isolated room with warning labels on the door is nothing to mess with. When I took walks around the hospital I had to wear a mask, when I was in the ER, I had to wear and mask the entire time I was there, even while I was asleep. It sort of put things in perspective for me. Okay, Mary and Libby were wearing masks too, troopers that they were (and are), but it was my body fighting the war. It did a good job and I will do everything I can to protect it from another fight like that, because I want every ounce of energy that I can muster for the bigger fight. For my life.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Super Saturday
I feel almost guilty posting today. There isn't really anything to report. Pat assures me that not having anything to report, is in fact, something to report. I feel really good and it's been 36 hours of feeling good. Yay, I am crossing my fingers it stays this way for a lot longer than 36 hours.
We are still cleaning like mad. I should say my contribution is limited; Pat is madly vacuuming, Mary is at the shops getting a ton of supplies for us. I am not sure about how I feel about going to the grocery store at this point and Pat is only one person. She does so much. I guess this is what everyone talks about asking for help. And it's wonderful to have Mary here to help so much. Not to mention everyone else who helps us every week with Bennett, chemo, mental health check-ins. It's all so good.
Bennett is watching Dora and I am posting after we feasted on chicken soup sent from a cancer survivor friend. Fantastic to eat some soup made by someone who fought such a tough fight and is living fully. It's like liquid life.
We moved, I use "we" loosely, furniture into the new bedroom this morning. Now I have a lovely place to go when I need time to myself. We are billing the room as anyone can sleep there, but I secretly believe it's my room. Light and bright, filled with the love put into it by everyone who helped build and paint. The only problem with that room is it makes me feel like every other room in the house needs to be gutted and redone. Ridiculous considering I don't really have the energy to do the laundry.
Yes, I am still tired after all the rest I've had. I think it's just going to be my state for awhile. It's a weird kind of tired, not sleepy, not really fatigue, just moving slow and when I do I want to sit down. I am beginning to think it's a component of fear, but I am not sure. Moving too quickly might make me panicky? I don't know. I mostly just feel like napping and watching Top Chef. Not really the way to live this precious life. So I lay down a little here and there and I keep the Top Chef for before bed. I think I am sending Mary home addicted. Whoops.
Still looking toward my chemo on Wednesday and making lots of WBC until then. I love all the thoughts, crossed fingers and prayers coming my way. I can feel them, I really can.
We are still cleaning like mad. I should say my contribution is limited; Pat is madly vacuuming, Mary is at the shops getting a ton of supplies for us. I am not sure about how I feel about going to the grocery store at this point and Pat is only one person. She does so much. I guess this is what everyone talks about asking for help. And it's wonderful to have Mary here to help so much. Not to mention everyone else who helps us every week with Bennett, chemo, mental health check-ins. It's all so good.
Bennett is watching Dora and I am posting after we feasted on chicken soup sent from a cancer survivor friend. Fantastic to eat some soup made by someone who fought such a tough fight and is living fully. It's like liquid life.
We moved, I use "we" loosely, furniture into the new bedroom this morning. Now I have a lovely place to go when I need time to myself. We are billing the room as anyone can sleep there, but I secretly believe it's my room. Light and bright, filled with the love put into it by everyone who helped build and paint. The only problem with that room is it makes me feel like every other room in the house needs to be gutted and redone. Ridiculous considering I don't really have the energy to do the laundry.
Yes, I am still tired after all the rest I've had. I think it's just going to be my state for awhile. It's a weird kind of tired, not sleepy, not really fatigue, just moving slow and when I do I want to sit down. I am beginning to think it's a component of fear, but I am not sure. Moving too quickly might make me panicky? I don't know. I mostly just feel like napping and watching Top Chef. Not really the way to live this precious life. So I lay down a little here and there and I keep the Top Chef for before bed. I think I am sending Mary home addicted. Whoops.
Still looking toward my chemo on Wednesday and making lots of WBC until then. I love all the thoughts, crossed fingers and prayers coming my way. I can feel them, I really can.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I've Been Sprung
This is what happened when I came home - Bennett crawled in my lap, we watched about 10 minutes of Dora and then she cried and cried. Just a sad little puss, she was. Then she fell right to sleep. Here she is asleep on the chair after I put her down. Lovely bunny of mine.
Officially, according to my discharge papers, they couldn't find a reason for the fever. They think I got a bug from somewhere. Some germy kid, I am sure. Now we have to make sure to change Bennett's clothes directly after school. Pat has to change her clothes after work, and we all have to bathe every day. Bennett is not going to like that!
Mary and I have been cleaning the house this morning. Wiping every surface with bleach. Ruth and Theo took all the house plants. Zeus has been vacationing in Conway for the week. It's a little strange around here without plants and dog. The plants can come back after I am done with chemo and Z will be back Friday.
It is so good to be home. I am going to do everything I can to make sure to stay out of the hospital, though I have to say UMASS was really good to me. At one point I actually forgot I was in the hospital and thought I was in a hotel. It might have been after-fever delusions.
Mary and I are going to go shopping and after that a nap before we get Bennett from school. I am already anticipating missing Mary. She is so good to have around. The perfect helper at every turn - and she doesn't mind that she put almost 1000 miles on her rental car.
I have chemo next Wednesday and I am hoping this time it goes off without a hitch. Everyone cross your fingers!
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