Life has been a mix of whirlwind and waiting these last few weeks. It’s been a whirlwind in that it was only a month ago when the blood clots in my legs began to endanger my life. It was those same clots, however, that triggered the alarm that the Beast had returned. Since my last post, I have undergone a liver biopsy (not the worst thing, but definitely not for the faint of heart) and an MRI of my brain (which showed nothing). Both were more of a CYA thing for Dr. Downer, but definitely raised my stress level beyond anything I’ve experienced in my life to date.
The liver biopsy was to confirm that the cancer was, in fact, ovarian cancer. I couldn’t imagine God allowing me to go through another type of cancer, but hey, it’s the oncologist’s party not mine. The recovery took longer than the actual procedure (20 minutes versus 4 hours in recovery then two days of being a couch potato diva). The pathologist said the biopsy was a perfect match to my previous one taken at my hysterectomy. I’m always glad to oblige a doctor. Makes both our lives easier. So once we had that, Dr. Downer confirmed his treatment plan with one caveat. Get an MRI of my brain on the very, very, VERY low risk outside chance the cancer went too far north.
If you’ve ever had an MRI, you know those tubes aren’t huge. Having a plate over your face and not being able to see out can be distressing. Fortunately, the tech put a washcloth over my eyes so when I opened them (despite my hubby’s urging not to) I couldn’t see how I was crammed into the tube like a sardine. Thirty minutes later, including the contrast IV, I was done and happily returning to my regularly scheduled programming. A few hours later, the Lovely Liz called to tell me I had nothing but a brain in my head. Good to know the brain is there. Now I’ve been given the green light. Let the poisoning commence!
I will say that I’m completely tapped out. Coach Cathy and I were talking yesterday and I told her I was way overdue for the massive breakdown cry that should have come by now. I have shed tears, but mostly because I feel like a lousy Mom because my kids are having to face the fear of losing Mom for a second time in three years. I feel like an awful wife since Hubby has to deal with the worse and sickness part of our wedding vows rather than the better and health. I feel like a moocher friend since I am always asking people to take the kids, go with me to appointments, pray for me and my family, and all the other stuff that goes along with being a cancer patient. But right now I’m so tired I can’t even sleep. I can’t focus. My tank just ran completely out. The last fumes are gone.
Yet tomorrow I will walk into Good Samaritan Hospital yet again. I will go to the 4th floor to the Cancer Institute and begin bonding with my Angel in Blue again. We will go through the labs, the premeds, then begin the hours long infusion process. At least I know what to bring this time. My laptop (for Netflix and Hulu), my grown up coloring books and nice pencils (no kid stuff for me) and some cross stitch. Also my Lovenox injection, some Tylenol and the blanket my wonderful Mother-in-Law sewed up for me. The look is casual. PJ pants and a T-shirt with funky socks. No make-up, but I generally do my hair (hey, when you haven’t had it, you tend to want to take care of it). Oh and let’s not forget the wonderful lunch fresh from the hospital cafeteria. Tomorrow is 1 of 12 infusions. After I complete the first six, I have a scan to ensure the poison is doing more than killing off white blood cells and platelets. If the scan looks good, then we go for 6 more infusions. I’ll end in mid-March – again. Actually, it will be very close to the end of my first chemo which was March 15, 2013.
I’m ready to say goodbye to Limbo Land and move on with life. Today, though, is for hanging with my boys and having fun. It’s probably the last time I may actually feel good (relatively speaking since I’ve been so hyped up and overstressed the last few weeks) in quite a while so I need to enjoy it. It’s about living in this moment and not the moments to come. It’s about loving and living and embracing all that’s good in life. Because even when it’s bad, there’s always something good in life. Limbo land makes you appreciate that. It makes you realize it’s the journey, not the destination. It’s time to move on.