Today I decided to start a blog. I sort of have this overwhelming feeling to write my story down. I want to be able to share my journey in the hopes that it might help someone else but probably mostly because I think it will help me. Getting my feelings down on paper really gives me this sense of release and the last thing I need right now is to go back to my old ways of bottling up my feelings until I become a mess. So here it goes...
I have Cancer.
Let me rewind a bit.
For weeks I've had back pain that just wouldn't go away. I accounted it to our firm mattress and thought that I just needed to go to the Chiropractor to get adjusted. My back would progressively get more sore as the day went on and after a full day of chasing around my almost 16 month old son, Jude, I would be really uncomfortable. The pain was making it hard to sleep some nights but I'm also a bit of an insomniac so I didn't worry too much. One night a few weeks ago, I stood up from laying down and was instantly in excruciating pain. It was all radiating from my lower back and it was awful. There was a constant pain but it also felt like someone was stabbing me in the same spot over and over and twisting the knife. I couldn't talk, I could barely breathe. My husband, Sam, found me laying in bed writhing around because there was literally no position that stopped this incredible pain. He got me 2 Acetaminophen and 3 Ibuprofen and could only sit and watch while we waited for it to kick in. Eventually the pain receded enough for me to fall asleep and by morning the pain was gone. Again I chalked it up to our firm mattress and life went on.
About a week and half went by and I had another "attack". It was just like the first time, I stood up from laying down and was instantly almost collapsed. My Husband brought me the same dose of pain killers as last time and I eventually fell asleep. Sam begged me to go to the hospital but I refused.
The next night it happened again. Sam begged and pleaded with me to go to the hospital and I finally gave in. He loaded me in the car, grabbed our son and started the 20 minute drive to the closest hospital that accepts our health insurance. When we arrived I was checked in by a nurse and she took my vitals. My heart rate was fine but I had a slight fever. I mentioned to the nurse that the Friday before this I had taken a blood test to check for Thyroid Disease because my Mom has it. They called me that morning (it's now Monday BTW) and said they wanted me to come back and get another test because my white blood cell count was elevated. The nurse took note of it and sent me to the waiting room. A short time later they called us back and I was wheeled into a room with Sam and Jude following behind. I had some blood taken and spoke to the doctor who expressed his concerns about the fever, white blood cell count and the back pain which was localized to one specific vertebrae. He said he wanted me to get an MRI because this could be any number of issues and the MRI and MRI with contrast would help sort that out. My first thought was, "Fuck, really?!". Not because I was worried but because MRI's suck and I didn't want to have to take my nose ring out. I had to wait a while before they were ready to bring me to the fancy giant magnet tube and my concern turned to Sam and Jude. Sam had to work in the morning and they estimated that it would be 3 am before I had the MRI and got the results. Poor Jude was woken not too long after going to bed and was stuck in a hospital room with nothing to do. Luckily Sam was able to get Jude to sleep while I was away getting the MRI.
Finally the doctor returned to my room and informed us that there was a "mass" found on my L3 which is the exact place where I was feeling pain. He said this mass could be any number of things and wanted more blood samples. They took more blood and then more in two different spots. The doctor said they need to transfer me to another hospital 25 minutes away. He explained that there were Neurosurgeons there who could figure this all out. I felt a little worried but was still honestly more concerned about Sam missing work and Jude missing sleep. I was transported by ambulance while Sam and Jude stopped at home to pick up some things. By the time I arrived at the second hospital it was 6 am. Sam and Jude arrived a short time later with snacks to occupy the two of them. More blood was taken from me and I had to wait a few hours to see a doctor. An Internal Medicine Doctor finally came by to give me a short exam and ask a few questions. He ordered a CT scan and then more blood tests.
After more waiting the doctor came back but this time he was not alone, There was a second Internal Medicine Doctor with him. At this point my husband had left the room to show Jude around the halls because sitting in the cramped hospital room was getting old for him. Next came the moment my life changed. The second doctor said, "We believe at this time that you have Lymphoma. We aren't 100% sure but that's the way it looks.". Wait, what?! This man just casually walked into my room and nonchalantly informed me that I have cancer. I nodded my head and tried to take in everything he was saying. It was so surreal at first I don't think I even was able to process what he said. The doctors left the room as my husband and son were coming in. A nurse came by to do vitals and take more blood (I swear they must have taken a gallon of blood from me in the couple days I was in the hospital. I had holes all over my hands and waginas [oppisite of wenis...it's a techincal term]). Sam asked what the doctors had said but I didn't want to freak out in front of the nurse so I told him to wait. I fought back tears as she finished taking a couple vials of blood and as soon as she was out the door I gave in. I was trying to talk but I couldn't. Sam sat there confused as I finally was able to choke out the words, "They said I have Lymphoma.". He comforted me for a while as we both tried to process what the hell just happened.
I came in for a backache and now they are telling me I have cancer. How the fuck does this happen?
Sam's Dad drove 2 hours to help take care of Jude and I was taken for a biopsy of the "mass". I was put into a CT machine and they adjusted me a million times and then jabbed me with a needle to get a piece of the "mass". I was told I wouldn't feel it and wouldn't remember afterword but I felt everything. It was extremely painful. The nurse noticed my heart rate spike and kept giving me more and more meds but the pain didn't end until it was over.
We spent that night in the hospital and the next day met a Hematology Oncologist. He ordered a full body CT with contrast and then gave us the OK to go home and wait for the results of the biopsy. He reiterated that he also was certain this was a form of Lymphoma.
The weekend passed and then we were able to go in and meet with the Oncologist again. He gave us the news that unforunatly there was not a big enough sample from the biopsy to get an accurate reading and I needed another. He said the little bit they did get looked like it was most likely Hodgkin's Lymphoma. The full body CT revealed enlarged lymph nodes in my chest and he wanted to get a biopsy from there because they could get a much bigger piece. This would require me to go to a Cardio Thoracic Surgeon so they could cut me open and get behind my breast plate. My doctor wanted to go ahead and get the ball rolling on everything I'd need and scheduled me for a PET scan, port placement, biopsy surgery, ECHO and pulmonary test all within two weeks. Also, you guessed it, they took MORE blood.
I had the PET scan this past Friday. They injected a radioactive sugar water into my veins and waited for it to sink in before the 16 minute scan. The radioactive stuff is supposed to latch on to cancer cells and illuminate them on the scan, This will help determine what stage my cancer is at. It also provides a road map for the cancer so the can re-scan me post chemo to check my progress.
On Tuesday I will have my port placed which I'm worried about but at the same time relieved. I am so tired of getting jabbed with needles at this point. There were too many nurses in the second hospital who had to stab me multiple times before giving up and asking someone else to do it. I found a pattern online for a "port pillow" which is bascially a munchkin pillow with velcro to go on my seatbelt. It will lift the seatbelt slightly so that it doesn't rub on my port. I'll post a pic later.
On Wednesday I meet with the Cardio Surgeon to talk about the biopsy surgery.
On Thursday I get the ECHO and pulmonary tests.
On Friday we are hoping to do the biopsy.
On Saturday my Dad and little sister arrive for the week. I CAN NOT WAIT. I'm close to my father and having him around, even for just a week, is going to be great. When he heard the news he was speechless and devastated. Although I have two older siblings, I am my father's first born. Now that I'm a parent I can imagine the pain and shock he must of felt knowing his child has cancer. I have only told close family on both sides so far because I didn't want everyone to know until it was absolutely clear what we were dealing with. I know I probably won't be able to hide it much longer since I'll have a port in a couple days.
The reactions of other people get me so emotional even though at this point I've just been trying to stay positive. I believe a big part of healing comes from your attitude and how you treat yourself. Every once in a while I'll get teary eyed for a minute when I think of the effects this diagnosis will have on me and my family. Since there are cancer cells in my L3 I can't lift anything more than 10 lbs or move too abruptly. The cancer is making the bone week and it could fracture. This means I can't pick up my son. I have to completely rely on other people to care for him and myself. My back is in constant pain but moving around makes it worse. Walking a few aisles in the store puts me out for the rest of the day.
I didn't intend to make such a long first post but I guess I had a lot to explain. I promise they will be much shorter in the future and funnier since I won't have SOOO many facts to get down.
Until tomorrow...
Peace. Love. FUCK CANCER
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