Work, Work, Play

Okay, I admit it. I’m a bit of a geek. Or a nerd. Or more likely a combination of both.  I love to gather knowledge, and practicing my trade feels a bit like playtime.  To demonstrate just how geeky I am, I looked up the difference between the terms.  Slackpropagation has a very interesting chart for the rest of you geeks out there.

I digressed.

Still working full-time, I am helping doctoral students progress a few baby steps forward toward achieving their Ph.D. This weekend’s intensive Dissertation Research Seminar was spent honing topics, research methods, theoretical foundations, sampling plans, ethical considerations, and more. Each time someone received an email saying their topic was endorsed, the entire room burst into applause.

They are forging ahead on dissertations about human trafficking, Special Operations fathers, equine-assisted therapy, transgendered youth, supervision of counselors experiencing vicarious trauma, and so many other very interesting research topics related to our field.  It is encouraging to see people struggle through the process, and come out successful.  Many of these students are first generation graduate learners, so it is quite an achievement.  To know I had a small part in their success gives me pleasure.

Tomorrow’s final session consists of presentations, where thirteen learners will share what they have accomplished so far.  Peers will be their audience, and feedback will be welcome as collaboration strengthens their research.  We will all leave in our airplanes or cars to our respective homes, some in the U.S. and others overseas (one of my students flew in from Germany).  The journey will take them one step closer to achieving their dream.

One day they will write up their findings and submit to a professional journal, or present at a national conference.  Who knows, you may see their names on national television when they have become experts in their field.

Life goes on…are you living it?

À la prochaine (Until next time)…

Brain Mets

Today was a good day. I started off with Physical Therapy doing strength training after Breast Cancer. I have unlimited PT visits with my insurance, so I have been getting help on the lymphadema, scar tissue, and now I feel like I have my own Personal Trainer to help me get stronger. I felt a little queazy at one point of our workout, but my blood pressure was fine so we kept going. I was reminded of my 30s when I was going to a gym, working out, pressing my full body weight with my legs, and lifting 25 pound weights during body pump. Now in my fifties I could hear the Hefty commercial calling me, “wimpy, wimpy, wimpy,” as I looked at the 1 pound weights gripped in my hands…and hard work!  We have a ways to go, but I’m determined to get stronger.

The main reason I’m writing is because I had a visit with my radiation oncologist this afternoon. I love her. She’s a great doctor, and very knowledgeable.  She said the two very tiny spots the MRI found on my brain are only detectable on one set of slices, but not the other two (they have to triangulate to do any treatment). She also reassured that brain mets are very slow growing, unlike the aggressive tumors we’ve seen in other parts of my body.  And since they are so tiny, she is not concerned. Due to the longevity of life in women with breast cancer (her words), they zap them as needed.  It is likely I will have to go in and do this from time to time. The phrase “longevity of life” was music to my ears. I like thinking about living, and enjoying life.

Radiation to zap brain lesions (a/k/a brain mets, a/k/a/ brain metastasis) does not have any side effects. And for now, the tiny spots are not causing any symptoms either. Repeat the MRI in about 6 weeks, then see if we need to do anything else at that point.

She went over the possible treatment options for when/if the time arrives (I immediately turned down the Gamma Knife, which is downtown).  Fortunately, I can be treated in The Woodlands (Yeah!). It only takes three trips to zap them, so it’s not nearly as big of an ordeal as when I got radiation on the surgical scar (I had 33 daily rounds, if you recall). There is also a possibility this is not even brain mets, and the spots may “disappear” by the time I get another scan. So, for that we are praying! I believe in miracles, and I’m thankful I have a doctor who does as well.

On another note, tomorrow I have an appointment with a dental oncologist–I didn’t know there was such a thing–as the bone scan showed some “inflammation” in the right TMJ. For this I do have to go downtown.

Otherwise, all my CT scans looked good.  The liver, which you recall always had spots on every scan, is “unremarkable,” along with the spleen, pancreas, and my lungs also look great.  I still have cancer in the bones, but it isn’t spreading.  Everything is “stable.”