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Self care

All is well in the land of bionic hips! Once I get that sucker warmed up, I can walk with barely a trace of a limp, and I’m fully back to pre-surgery activity levels – minus the flexibility, but I expect that’s going to take a lot longer. They tested my metal levels at six weeks post op, and it’s amazing how they’ve plummeted (that’s good!). My chromium has gone from 110.3 to 17.7, and my cobalt from 96.7 to 9.4. I think normal levels are below 5, so I still have a little ways to go, but they should continue to fall.

That’s the good news. The slightly less than good news is that the vision in my radiated eye has taken a noticeable nosedive in recent weeks (perfectly timed with my pre-scan anxiety, more on that later). It’s not unexpected, just disappointing. Things had been holding steady long enough that I started to think that maybe that was as bad as it would get. But the doctors did say it would take 1 1/2 to 2 years to know exactly how much they fried my optic nerve, and I’m only at a year and three months, so I suppose this is par for the course. And speaking of disappointing, I’m starting to have more joint pain again, which could mean that my body is not a fan of cutting my RA meds in half. My rheumatologist has another drug he wants me to talk to my oncologist about taking in addition to the Plaquenil, but I was really hoping this half dose thing would work out. That way all my specialists would be happy and it wouldn’t matter if they talked or not. Hey, a girl can dream, right?

Is your head starting to spin a bit? Sorry. I do try to keep things separated into manageable little compartments (for my own sanity), but sometimes all three rings of my health circus start performing at once, and it really does get difficult to know where to look.

Really though, the cancer thing is in the main ring right now, because I have scans coming up next week. How has it already been six months?? Yes, the hip stuff proved to be a stellar distraction, but I am once again reminded that I have cancer. And I still haven’t figured out how to have cancer. I’m pretty decent at getting hip replacements, I’m getting better at having RA, and although I’m cranky about it right now, I’m generally pretty chill about the goofy vision. But I just don’t have this cancer thing figured out. Not yet anyway. It’s surreal when I think about it, really: every six months I go to the Mayo Clinic, knowing that at the end of all my tests and exams a doctor will tell me whether the clock has begun to tick, or if I’ve renewed the lease on my body for another six months. How do you prepare your mind and spirit for that?

In my case, it’s by getting thoroughly psychotic for the few weeks before the appointments (maybe longer, you’d have to ask the lucky folks who live with me). It’s like having really bad, really prolonged PMS. Everything makes me cry – happy things, sad things, dog videos on YouTube – you get the picture. I’m also quick to snap, less patient (not my strongest quality in the first place) and my language has gotten rather salty. In short, I am just not the best version of myself right now, and I don’t like it. I do remember a dear friend and neighbor who happens to be a cancer survivor gently warning me about this: “Jen, my friends and family just know that the few weeks before my scans I am not pleasant to be around.” And she’s been at this for years. Years. I don’t know why I thought that wouldn’t be the case for me, why I am so disappointed at my own weakness and vulnerability, but there you have it. I’m scared, I’m worried and I just want to get this over with. The funny thing is, just the other night I was chiding my dear, Type A firstborn, “you are so good at showing other people grace, but you are so reluctant to show yourself grace.” Hmmmm. Not the first time I’ve given my kids advice that I would be wise to take myself.

So that’s been the last few weeks for me. It hasn’t been all gloom and despair and brainlessness, trust me. I’ve had some lovely moments of humor and hope that have kept my head above the waves (and kept my family from having me committed). I know that in times like these I have to lean hard on my resources – my faith, my family, my friends, even my fitness. Just telling trusted girlfriends how I’m feeling, spending time in a good devotional or listening to music that pumps me up while I sweat it out on a spin bike is therapeutic. There’s also all the self care stuff, like getting decent sleep (ok not always successful but it’s a good goal) eating right (medicinal chocolate anyone?) and all those other things I see in the healthy living articles people post on Facebook and I keep saying I’ll try. Still, I’d expand “self care” to include things like chatting with my parents on the phone, picking Tessa up from play practice and hearing how much fun she’s having, laughing with girlfriends as we celebrate a birthday, watching my dog try to “play” with a bug she’s found (the bug always ends up dead, which is sad, but watching my dog is funny), going to the theatre, watching the birds at our feeder and the ducks on the lake, going on college visits with Riley… Too often as I’m wallowing in my own fear and worry, I forget that I have so many resources available to me, and so many sources of goodness and encouragement around me. I instead try to work it out on my own, and I get frustrated and feel powerless that I can’t save myself when the waves of emotion threaten to overcome me. But I don’t have to do this myself, that’s the thing. I only think I do. And then I hear the still, small voice saying, you’re not alone. I have an amazing family, incredible friends, a supportive community, and a great God who knows everything about me and loves me anyway. So I kind of stink at having cancer, big deal. If I can show myself some grace and lean heavily on my resources when things are hard, the struggles don’t go away entirely but they do get lighter, because I’m not doing all the lifting myself.

I do hope to get better at having cancer, even if I don’t ever entirely figure it out. I also hope to get better at these tough weeks before scans – and I REALLY hope I have lots of years to work on that. Life is indeed good. I try not to forget that.

Speaking of which, remember when I said last year that I wanted to take a spring break trip with my family? That I didn’t want to wait for a bad scan to plan the tropical vacation? Well it just so happens that as I write this, all four of us are on a plane bound for Hawaii, a birthday surprise from my awesome husband. A few days at Disney’s Aulani resort, then a stay with dear friends who live on the island. I can think of no better way to get my mind off the upcoming scans than sun, sand, umbrella drinks and people I love. Making memories…oh rats, here I go crying again. That really has to stop. Oh, and since this is a public blog, let me publicly say that my house is not empty – I have two attack dogs (if you think what the one does to a bug is scary, you don’t even want to see what she does to intruders), and our house sitter is a ninja. So don’t try anything shady. Seriously.

As for me, for the next few days “self care” is going to look a lot like a drink with an umbrella in it.

Cheers.

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8 thoughts on “Self care

  1. That is GREAT you are on a plane to Hawaii!! You so deserve it and a great way to keep you from thinking too much!! And don’t beat yourself up too much, it is normal to be cranky. I saw a pair of sweat pants and on it was CRANKY PANTS I ordered for my niece, want a pair so everyone knows what is coming up and you do not have to apologize for it haha.

    Enjoy and see you when you get back!!

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  2. Woo hoo for Hawaii! Enjoy it. What a well-deserved trip. Yes, we know those weeks before scans moods very well here. We are on year 5. His oncologist doesn’t want to see him anymore but another concern has popped up – so now we wait for the next dr. appointment and we are back to those moods. It isn’t just him though. I do it to. For all of the concerns and worries he has – I have them too but I don’t want to show it b/c I don’t want him to worry about me worrying. Yeah, just ask Rich. 😉 LOL. Here is the thing, you are human. Don’t beat yourself up – all of this is normal and to be expected. Your family understands and love you, and they get it. I would be more concerned about you if you weren’t a tad moody. 🙂 Great news on your metal levels. Sending prayers for everything else and for a kick butt time in Hawaii! {{Hugs}}
    ~Christine M

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