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It's been a while since I've written about what's going on with me on the medical/health front. I have now completed 23 of my thirty radiation sessions. I've got a (very welcome) three-day break this weekend, because of President's Day on Monday, which leaves me with four sessions next week and then three the week after that. The final seven radiation treatments will be different from the previous ones in that they will be more narrowly focused. Up until now they've been hitting both the area where the tumor was (the most likely place for the cancer to return) and two more-or-less concentric areas around it where other cancer cells are most likely to be concentrated. For the final sessions, they will not hit those "marginal" areas, and one possibility is that since less of my brain will be hit, I may feel less nausea as a result. That would be a huge relief in itself, because right now I'm really struggling with nausea, as well as a general feeling of being tired, over-medicated, and overwhelmed. Already after only one day off from the radiation, I'm feeling slightly less nauseated today, but I'm still basically feeling like crap. I've gotten to the stage where most food, even water, tastes like nothing or like something actively bad.
Once the radiation is done, I'll also be done with the first phase of chemo. Then I get four weeks off for my immune system to recover. Those four weeks are already planned out. The first week of March I'll be going out to La Push in the Olympic National Forest (my sacred place) with my sister and possibly a friend. Then LaVelle and I will go to Portland, where I'll be getting a tattoo ("Thy life's a miracle") and visiting other friends. That Tuesday I'll be flying down to Sky Valley near Palm Springs to spend most of the rest of the month with my mom and dad, exposing myself (but not my new tattoo) to solar radiation. I need to be back in Seattle by the 24th to get an MRI to see whether the tumor has returned or whether the first phase of treatment has beaten the cancer back for a time. After that is phase two of the treatment, which is to take oral chemo five days a month, with periodic blood tests and MRIs, for the rest of the year. If the cancer is in abeyance after that, I should be able to travel a little more freely, depending on various factors.
The main factor is whether I'll have retired or decided to go back to work. Right now I'm leaning strongly toward retirement, but it depends on figuring out my financial and health insurance situation. As I've written before, I got totally pissed off at the UW Benefits Office because they misinformed me about a long term disability policy that they first said I had been paying for all along and then told me had actually been canceled back in 2002. I demanded an explanation for how my file was misread, and I also demanded that they assign a new benefits officer to me. I'm feeling embarrassed now at how evasive they've been about what seem to me to be two very simple demands, to the extent that I even called the assistant director last Tuesday to ask why he hadn't responded to my email, only to have him blame the lack of response on his boss and claim that he couldn't answer any of my questions because it "wasn't his area of expertise." Right, Mr. Assistant Director. At this point I'm looking into hiring a lawyer to see if the evasiveness is masking some kind of liability. It's delaying my retirement, and it's not the way I want to be spending my time, but I find their behavior highly suspicious.
Also last week, I started to worry that things like my willingness to hire a lawyer in this case indicated that I was undergoing a personality change, because in the past I probably would have tried to avoid the confrontation. On Tuesday I'll be talking to the chemo side of my treatment team to see whether the Kepra I take to prevent seizures might be causing my to feel more aggressive, which is one thing they warned me could happen when they prescribed it to me originally. I've also asked to speak to a counselor about the possibility that I'm in denial about my anger about the shitty hand life has dealt me. I haven't sought out any kind of peer or psychiatric help before now, because I felt my support network was so good, but it's entirely possible that I've been using the copious love of my friends and family as a way to avoid harsher realities/feelings. ("Love is the drug," indeed.) We shall see.
Meanwhile, I'm clinging to the number seven with desperate anticipation. I know intellectually that I've had it a lot better than many, especially with the chemo side of my treatment, but I'm so ready for this part of the ordeal to be over. It's really a bummer when salad (my miracle food) tastes like shit. Still, I've managed to keep up a fairly regular schedule of long walks, and Lonnie (who gave LaVelle a break this past week) and I walked around Lake Union yesterday. It was exhausting, but probably in a healthy way. Lonnie's wife, Terry, and youngest son, Cody, are here for the long weekend, and we hope to see our Yapese friends, Theo and Antonia, later today. It's all good medicine for the heart, if not the brain.
Once the radiation is done, I'll also be done with the first phase of chemo. Then I get four weeks off for my immune system to recover. Those four weeks are already planned out. The first week of March I'll be going out to La Push in the Olympic National Forest (my sacred place) with my sister and possibly a friend. Then LaVelle and I will go to Portland, where I'll be getting a tattoo ("Thy life's a miracle") and visiting other friends. That Tuesday I'll be flying down to Sky Valley near Palm Springs to spend most of the rest of the month with my mom and dad, exposing myself (but not my new tattoo) to solar radiation. I need to be back in Seattle by the 24th to get an MRI to see whether the tumor has returned or whether the first phase of treatment has beaten the cancer back for a time. After that is phase two of the treatment, which is to take oral chemo five days a month, with periodic blood tests and MRIs, for the rest of the year. If the cancer is in abeyance after that, I should be able to travel a little more freely, depending on various factors.
The main factor is whether I'll have retired or decided to go back to work. Right now I'm leaning strongly toward retirement, but it depends on figuring out my financial and health insurance situation. As I've written before, I got totally pissed off at the UW Benefits Office because they misinformed me about a long term disability policy that they first said I had been paying for all along and then told me had actually been canceled back in 2002. I demanded an explanation for how my file was misread, and I also demanded that they assign a new benefits officer to me. I'm feeling embarrassed now at how evasive they've been about what seem to me to be two very simple demands, to the extent that I even called the assistant director last Tuesday to ask why he hadn't responded to my email, only to have him blame the lack of response on his boss and claim that he couldn't answer any of my questions because it "wasn't his area of expertise." Right, Mr. Assistant Director. At this point I'm looking into hiring a lawyer to see if the evasiveness is masking some kind of liability. It's delaying my retirement, and it's not the way I want to be spending my time, but I find their behavior highly suspicious.
Also last week, I started to worry that things like my willingness to hire a lawyer in this case indicated that I was undergoing a personality change, because in the past I probably would have tried to avoid the confrontation. On Tuesday I'll be talking to the chemo side of my treatment team to see whether the Kepra I take to prevent seizures might be causing my to feel more aggressive, which is one thing they warned me could happen when they prescribed it to me originally. I've also asked to speak to a counselor about the possibility that I'm in denial about my anger about the shitty hand life has dealt me. I haven't sought out any kind of peer or psychiatric help before now, because I felt my support network was so good, but it's entirely possible that I've been using the copious love of my friends and family as a way to avoid harsher realities/feelings. ("Love is the drug," indeed.) We shall see.
Meanwhile, I'm clinging to the number seven with desperate anticipation. I know intellectually that I've had it a lot better than many, especially with the chemo side of my treatment, but I'm so ready for this part of the ordeal to be over. It's really a bummer when salad (my miracle food) tastes like shit. Still, I've managed to keep up a fairly regular schedule of long walks, and Lonnie (who gave LaVelle a break this past week) and I walked around Lake Union yesterday. It was exhausting, but probably in a healthy way. Lonnie's wife, Terry, and youngest son, Cody, are here for the long weekend, and we hope to see our Yapese friends, Theo and Antonia, later today. It's all good medicine for the heart, if not the brain.
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Date: 2016-02-14 08:04 pm (UTC)Your personal support network is wonderfully strong, but psychiatric help and peer groups offer different things -- different experiences, skills, and perspectives. It's not certain that you'll find those helpful, but they offer realities that we don't, that most of us can't. So, yeah, seems worth checking out.
It's probably because I've spent the last 30 years working in benefits communication, but I'm thoroughly maddened by the way the UW Benefits Office is dealing with you. When someone or someplace makes a mistake, as they claim they did in first telling you that you had the long term disability policy, what's most important is how they then *handle* that mistake. Because, yes, we live in a world where mistakes happen, where people make mistakes. But the more they shut down now, the more they delay, the more they don't respond, the worse they make everything.
I am in awe of your continued long walks and am confident they're serving you well on multiple levels.
Onward! And All That Jazz....
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Date: 2016-02-14 08:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-02-14 10:08 pm (UTC)I really like your radiation oncology nurse -- this is far from the first useful, thoughtful info you've received from that source!
I joined a online CancerCare support group for caregivers the year I was helping with caregiving for both Susan Palermo and Jack. I found it mildly helpful, though far from as helpful as I wanted it to be. Oddly enough given my usual proclivities, I just didn't engage with it all that much. It did help me see the wide variety of responses people have under such situations.
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Date: 2016-02-15 02:18 am (UTC)Embarrassed?
Date: 2016-02-14 08:24 pm (UTC)Jerry K (not on LiveJournal for years now)
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Date: 2016-02-14 09:38 pm (UTC)Sounds like you're on top of your treatment - you know what you're doing and why, and prepared for what comes next. That's good to read.
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