Learning the lessons

 I said at the beginning of this trial that I didn't want to miss the lessons this disease would teach me.

I'm sometimes looking and trying to figure out what I'm learning or have learned. Mostly, I still see a lot of things I need to learn.

This morning I was listening to the "All In" podcast. I don't usually listen to it, but I saw that it was about grief and I wanted to listen. S. Michael Wilcox was the guest and I loved what he had to say.  He lost his wife to Brain Cancer 10 years ago and he wrote a couple of books about. it.

A couple of things stood out to me. Hopefully, I can articulate well.

I was thinking, last week, about how when I think of my mom, I think of how much I miss her, how much I love her and I don't think of the negative things. Either negative things with our relationship, or things about her that made me mad, etc.

Brother Wilcox talked about how when someone dies, you go through their things and cleanse out the stuff, keeping things that are special to you.  When we lose someone, we tend to do the same thing. In our relationships, we tend to notice the mote in people's eyes. In Matt 7:3 The Savior basically asks, why are you even looking at the mote? We answer, because it's there, I can see it. and he asks why are you looking at it in the first place?

I think that's what happens with the loss of people we love.  We tend to forget the bad and think of the good and that's a good thing. Our ability to love is increased because we're not focusing on the bad.  I really liked that thought and I also like the idea of grieving our past lives.  I often grieve the old me. My old normal and I think that helps me realize how good my life was and I have a better appreciation of it. It also made me think of Kevin after I'm gone.  He never outwardly criticizes me, but he's human, he must have several complaints about me. Hopefully, when I'm gone, he'll remember the good only and his love for me will grow even more. "Grief is love's shadow. If we didn't love, we wouldn't grieve."

In talking about grief, any kind. There's no roadmap on how long it's supposed to take to be done grieving.  I think of grieving my mom, of grieving my BC life. BC= Before Cancer.  The one thing to remember is our God is a God of Happy Endings.

Another thing he pointed out was how the Savior said "Do I have to go through this? (remove this cup)   and then he said "this is my purpose"  This is what I came to do.

When I'm questioning why I have to go through this, I have to remember that this is my purpose. This is the way I'm going to learn what my Father in Heaven wants me to learn. This is why I came.. Endurance is what God asks of us but it doesn't have to be a bad thing to endure or to wait for the blessings or the answers.

Sit on the good for a bit

 A quick catch up of my status.  I had my August appt. and one of my tumor markers had come down 170 points!  That's never happened to me before. The other one was pretty much the same. So that was good news and I just want to sit on that for the month.

Since then I've been doing pretty good. I am all over the place as to my dosage of Xeloda.  I take a week off and by the end of that week, I feel pretty good. More energy, no nausea, etc.  Then I get it into my system a bit and it's all back. Esplin is fine with me doing different each day as long as I'm trying to work my way up to full dosage.

I also am very achy. Mostly my lower half. Waist to ankles.  Ladies in my facebook group say it's the Zometa or the Faslodex.  Kevin has been massaging my back, hips and legs every single night! What a great man I've got.

I have scans next week CT and bone. It's early because of my liver lesion growth last time.

I'll see Esplin the week after scans.

Balancing act

Today is the last day of July!  I can hardly believe it.

I was going absolutely stir crazy, so we packed up the kids,, got the last VRBO available and went to Lava Hot Springs for 3 nights.  Lava has a lot of good memories for me. Family reunions, swimming, floating the river and the hot pots of course.  We did all of it and the girls loved it!

Last Thursday night, I was nauseated....like I usually am on this Xeloda, and I threw up and it happened again! The head pain!  Although, it was less severe, kind of like the first time it happened to me.So I was in bed and by the next morning it was much better with just a little residual left over.

Of course, it was Pioneer Day and Esplin wasn't in the office.  I wasn't sure if it happening again, after it hasn't happened means that it's not the Piqray, but instead the Xeloda.  However, I've heaved since then and haven't had the head trauma so I just don't know.

Esplin wanted me to very gradually re-start my Xeloda. My full dose is suppoesed to be 3 in the morning and 3 at night.  That last time I had the head thing I had just had my first day of 2 and 2. So I've dropped down to 1 in the morning and 2 at night.  I'm trying to find the right balance between how and what to eat how many minutes before I take my chemo and also how to time my anti-nausea pill.  I am doing okay with it, but just when I think I have it figured out I will get so nauseous and just can't hold it in.

I will go get my labs next week and then see Esplin the following Tuesday. That way we'll have my tumor markers and know what we should do from here on out.  Half a dose of chemo doesn't seem good enough to me, but I just can't seem to tolerate more.

The Relief Society President asked if she could have the sisters in my ward fast for me this Sunday.  I realized just how far I've come with accepting help.  I welcomed that offer immediately.

I just can't do this alone. I need those prayers. I need those fasts.  I need those people. And I'm so very thankful for them. I don't think you really can understand until you've had people fasting and praying for you, how much it really does help and lift me.  There have been some times that I have been so down and scared and discouraged and I knew that the only thing keeping me going was the faith and prayers of others.

What a fabulous blessing prayer and people have always been in my life.  Isn't that a wonderful part of the plan?

I thought I was dying

It's been so long since I've written, and so much has happened with my cancer.

Well, it turns out that the Taxol did stop working like we thought so I stopped that and had another PET scan in July 2nd. the PET scan showed that my liver lesion has grown quite a bit, as well as some lymph nodes, as well as some new lymph nodes. My bones seemed stable.

I had prayed really hard before the scan that I could just be okay with the results and not get too down.  That really helped, because I didn't feel too discouraged. So Dr. Esplin prescrbed Xeloda to take along with the Piqray I'd been on for a few months.

I started those on a Friday night. The dosage is 3 pills in the morning and 3 at night.
Sunday morning , my birthday, I experienced some severe nausea. When I went to throw up, the pressure in my head was so painful.  That night or the next, (all a blur) I took my pills and I threw them up right away and my head felt unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I started screaming in pain and was on the floor. The next morning was set for a brain MRI cause Esplin thought I could have tumors in my brain. As I was getting ready, I just coughed and my head split again.  There's really no way to describe it. Something like upon breathing after coughing or vomitting, whatever blood flow was cut off and then as it spread to my head again it was like swords all over my head just stabbing me. We hurried and got in the car and I'll be honest, I literally thought I was dying. I was telling Kevin every last thing I could think of because I was sure I wasn't going to make it.  They gave me a Valium which helped a bit just because it made my muscles relax a bit.

Esplin called me a few hours later and said the scan was clear. He didn't know what could be the cause as he's never seen this with my medications. When the severe symptoms subsided a bit, I felt a bit better, but my head still ached so badly with every heart beat.

In the meantime I stopped taking my new chemo pill Xeloda. Wednesday was okay as I didn't feel nauseous but then Thursday evening  it happened all again. If it was possible that this could be worse, it was. Kevin called 911 and it took forever for the ambulance to arrive.
I made Kevin send the girls to our good friends, the Smith's, because I didn't want to scare the girls with an ambulance coming, etc.  The EMT's arrived and my vitals were all good, except my blood pressure was high cause I was screaming.  They explained some thing about taking me in the ambulance and Covid....(I don't have any idea what they meant,) but Kevin took me to the ER.

They immediately gave me morphine, didn't help, more and more and more and finally it started helping a bit (I forgot to mention that the pain killers I had at home weren't even touching the pain)
So I had a CT scan, may blood tests and even a spinal tap. All of them came back clear.  I couldn't go home because my oxygen levels were too low because of the morphine.  Finally the ER doc gave me a cranial nerve block. It was awesome, they sent us home which was 6:00 in the morning at that point and we slept. By 11 the block had worn off and the pain was back.  So I was in bed for the weekend with pain killers, etc. 
Monday, I was able to talk to Esplin again and he ha done some research and found a few cases of people on Piqray that had similar symptoms, even after a couuple of months on it.  So at this point he took me off of everything.  I waited and by Thursday, I was able to get up. and although I still have a headache everyday, it's so much better and I can actually do stuff.

In the meantime, he also scheduled an appt. with the radio- oncoloagist this coming Tuesday, about radiating my C7 in my neck because I have a lesion there and we though it may be encroaching on a nerve or something.

So by Friday, he wanted me to start back on Xeloda but start one pill and then gradually get up to a full dose.  So we'll see how it goes. 

Faith is hard

Where to begin?
My tumor markers have been consistently going back up. So Esplin started me on a new chemo pill called Piqray in addition to my weekly infusions.

That same week, I had scans. May 13th. Esplin called me back the same night to tell me that everything was still stable!  I was really surprised!

Had my appointment with him on the 19th.   He explained that the fact the markers were going up meant that even though the scans show I'm stable, the cells are more active. He also mentioned that the cells in the bones go into these pockets in the bones and you can't really see them on scansSo I got my infusion along with my monthly Faslodex shots and my 3 month Lupron shot.  It hit me a lot earlier than usual and I was down for the count.  The next day I'm used to being sick, but this time was worse.  The digestive stuff was more frequent and I ended up with a fever Wednesday night.  It was back down by the morning. Thursday I'm usually ready to get going again, but this time I was still feeling sick.  Digestive issues, headaches, pains all over my body and nauseous. Not to mention that my taste has been worsening the past few weeks.  I couldn't even eat ice cream it was so gross.

By Friday I was pretty much back to my normal, but I'm definitely feeling the effects of two chemos vs. one.  Oh also, my hair has started to fall out again.

I'm frustrated and I am having a hard time thinking I have to stay on Taxol when it doesn't really seem to be helping much anymore.... Yet, if I go off of it, what will I do?

I'm frustrated that I'm over a  year into this and I'm no better than I was. Nothing seems to be working very well and we're checking off the treatments way too fast.

I'm working constantly on Faith in the Savior. Faith that everything will be okay no matter what.  It's hard to let go.  True Faith is hard. So very hard.  Being okay with whatever occurs, knowing it's better than my plan, letting go of control of something that I don't have control of in the first place.  I'm trying to practice it and some days or moments, I do better than others.

“Fighting through darkness and despair and pleading for the light is what opened this dispensation. It is what keeps it going, and it is what will keep you going.”
―Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, Created for Greater Things

“If for a while the harder you try, the harder it gets, take heart. So it has been with the best people who ever lived.”
―Elder Jeffrey R. Holland, "The Inconvenient Messiah"

Roller coasters

So I had my appointment with Esplin 2 weeks ago. There wasn't really much to talk about. He's still quite surprised that I'm doing as well as I am. No neuropathy or mouth sores, hand or feet sores.

They took my tumor markers and I got them back a few days later.  They both went up a lot.

So I went back into my hole for a bit. Cried, questioned and regrouped.  He had me come in a week later to check the markers again. I did and a few days later found out that at least one of them is down a few points again. (Other one isn't in yet)

I start wondering what is going on and am just sitting by waiting.  I have another chemo this week and then a week off.  Then I'll have my appointment and he will order scans.

Lord, do you love me?

I never know what to title my posts. So I think I'll wait until I'm done and see if there's something that sticks out.

Today is Sunday, I think.  Being quarantined makes it hard to remember what day it is as we do pretty much the same thing. We've been trying to add new things each week to make the Sabbath more special than the other days.

I've had some random thoughts, so this post will probably be all over the place.

I've just had my week off of chemo.  I don't feel more energetic or anything, I just don't have to go through 2 days of feeling like I have the flu. I really like it, but it makes going back all the more hard.

I go in Tuesday for my appointment with Esplin and then my chemo.  For some reason I feel a bit more anxious.  He'll take my tumor markers....which we won't know for a few days after my appointment, but then I'll know if it will be time to stop Taxol because it's not working or if I will continue with it because it's still holding things at bay.

I've really been tested with mental endurance.  I feel like I just can't keep going on this nasty poison, but the alternative means that it's not working, so then I want to stay on it.  I've been reading all these facebook posts in this new group that was created for the worldwide fast.  I've been reading everyone's miracles and  I so want one for me.  I dream of getting a scan and having my doctor call and say, Kristi! There's no sign of Cancer!  No sign at all!   However, that's not going to happen....and then just as I type that, I think see Kristi, you don't have enough faith....   Oh How I want a miracle, but I know I have this trial for some reason, and even though I don't know what that reason is, I don't think I've learned what I'm supposed to learn yet. I have A LOT to learn!

I've had the great opportunity to travel a lot during my life.  There's been a unique feeling that happens to me sometimes when I travel.  I won't be able to explain it well in words, but I'll try.  There have been times when I'm on a tour of ancient ruins or something and I kind of pull out of myself for a bit and see all of the people and feel the hugeness of the world and I feel very, very insignificant. I feel very alone in the middle of it and wonder how on earth my Father in Heaven can possibly be aware of ME.  I pull back in and reassure myself that indeed he is aware and I move on and forget about it...on purpose.  Maybe I was afraid at that moment to ask Him if he is, because 1-  It feels too huge and 2- maybe I was afraid of the answer.  I have felt that a few times during this pandemic.  With all that is going on with the world, reading about some people's miracles and other people's tragedies and thinking of all the people working tirelessly to help others, MY cancer feels very insignificant.  I start to think that my Father in Heaven can't possibly have time to help me, bless me, even be aware of me.  I think of the angels extra busy assisting people on earth who really need it RIGHT now.  Of angels welcoming new arrivals and teaching them and I'm just over here hanging out wondering if He still remembers I have cancer and I'm scared. If he remembers my girls are scared of losing their mother. If he remembers my husband is worried about losing me and how he will take care of the girls on his own.....If he remembers he doesn't feel good either.  If he remembers my child that struggles with depression and anxiety.
It's time for me to look back at my life and see the miracles I have experienced, to stop and count my blessings and all that proves HE does still remember that I'm over here scared of all of it.

I am reminded of Peter when the Lord asked him 3 times do you love me?  Do you think the Lord feels like Peter may have felt?  Lord, you know I love you. I've been with you, I've followed you, learned from you, helped you.  Kristi, You know I love you, remember all that I've done for you? Remember how I've blessed you and comforted you? Maybe he's feeling a little flabbergasted like Peter must have felt.......Lord how can you even ask me that? You know!  Kristi, how can you even ask me that?  You know!
I know that I don't understand His power.  I can't begin to comprehend how omniscience works.

“My beloved brothers and sisters, I testify of angels, both the heavenly and the mortal kind. In doing so I am testifying that God never leaves us alone, never leaves us unaided in the challenges that we face…On occasions, global or personal, we may feel we are distanced from God, shut out from heaven, lost, alone in dark and dreary places. Often enough that distress can be of our own making, but even then, the Father of us all is watching and assisting. And always there are those angels who come and go all around us, seen and unseen, known and unknown, mortal and immortal.” Elder Jeffrey R. Holland

And my heart is lifted, my faith is reaffirmed.

post note:  immediately upon finishing this post, the song from my mom's funeral came on the radio "She Put the Music in me"   There's my angel and there's my miracle.