Gamma Knife

Today was a big day. Our drive downtown was fairly uneventful. The traffic was lighter than usual; I imagine many folks are taking off work for the Christmas holiday weekend, and school is out for the winter break.  We valeted the car and got to my appointment about 30 minutes early. This is my first visit to the brain and spine center, but we have been to the main building before. If you have never been downtown Houston to the MDAnderson center, it is like a city all of its own. I remember the first visit here six years ago, when I was going through all the initial staging. I saw a sign to the aquarium, and I thought they had an actual aquarium here. Turns out, that is the name of one of their cafes. (Egg on face.) But, in my defense, it IS a very large place.

As we sat in the waiting room playing games on our iPads and listening to Property Brothers in the background, I asked Tim if he had any questions. He quipped, “will it kill much of the brain? Or better yet, will it restore any of the brain?” Yep, that’s my hubby.

All joking aside, we spent the whole day learning about this next phase of my cancer journey, the Gamma Knife procedure, and what it entails. I did break down and cry at one point as it is a bit overwhelming. But, thankfully, the wave of emotion didn’t last long. The nurse (Tina) was really sweet as she talked about the process and handed me a tissue.

So much for the “one and done” approach we had naively imagined. I should know better. Nothing is quick and easy when you get involved with cancer treatment at MDAnderson, or anywhere for that matter. The main campus is known for even longer waits. Today was no exception. After a thirty minute wait (an hour really, but we were 30 minutes early), Tina escorted us into a room she “stole,” because the others which belonged to my doctor were full. She took my vitals, described the Gamma Knife process, and discussed possible date options.  She also informed us of a YouTube video explaining everything MDA does with this treatment. We really liked her.  She was down-to-earth and truthful about the wait times as well.

Next, we were visited by the Physicians Assistant.  She was also very sweet and knowledgeable. Another explanation and some tests of strength and balance. Tim is my levity as he likened my walk across the room to the DUI test.  Not that I would know…fortunately.

Thirdly, we were visited by our very tall radiation oncologist, Dr. McGovern, who will follow me through all of the Gamma Knife procedures, now and later if needed.  Most likely there will be more; of course, no one is willing to predict the future. She explained how Gamma Knife actually works. It’s quite interesting, actually. The machine has 192 Cobalt beams that intersect at the exact location of the lesion. By itself, each beam is relatively harmless. But when they intersect, they send a combined large dose of radiation for what I consider an explosion into the lesion which “nukes” them. The table on which I will lay moves me into position so the beams intersect at the exact right location.  In this respect, a head frame is imperative (more on that in a minute). The frame prevents me from moving my head even a mm to zap the wrong spot in the brain. Each lesion takes about 15 minutes, so the entire procedure will be about an hour. This is just an estimate until we get the final MRI the day before the procedure.

In addition to a new radiation oncologist, I now have my very own neurosurgeon. “Is there any specialist I have not seen?” I wondered. Apparently, this is also required when you get the Gamma Knife.  I was fortunate Dr. Ferguson was available to see me today, so I don’t have to come back another day.  Initially they said 3:00, but we came back after lunch and I got a call saying to come on up. That was a real blessing! Lunch, by the way was delicious. We had crepes at Sweet Paris downtown.

Dr. Ferguson is the exact opposite in stature to Dr. McGovern. I believe she said she is West Indian; Tim missed that part of the conversation as he left the room to go find his Diet Pepsi which he left in the waiting room (and I’m the one with brain issues LOL). Funny thing is, he couldn’t remember which room I was in, so he opened the wrong door. Another doctor had to help him out. He opened our office room door and said this gentleman was looking for a good-looking wife, and since I was the best looking in the hallway would I take him. Yeah, I guess so.

Anyway, I digressed.

Dr. Ferguson asked if I wanted to see the pictures from my latest scan, and of course we said yes. The spots are very tiny, but I could see them as well.  To do this very precise procedure, one has to wear an aluminum frame, which I mentioned earlier. From hereon, I will dub it my “bedazzling crown.” I may not be a monarch, but I sense this crown will represent victory and triumph, (as it does for the royals), and represents power over this awful disease. Wearing it will enable me to feel victorious. I say it is bedazzling because I prefer to feel like I will be wearing something beautiful over a medical devise, for one. Also, when I think of the radiation beams attacking the lesions, I imagine a big firework display going off inside my head. THAT is bedazzling.

One responsibility of the neurosurgeon is to attach the crown to my head. Basically, they screw it in place. Do you want to hear more? I didn’t…feel free to stop reading. She is also now connected to me in the event I ever need brain surgery. Wow. I know some people who have had brain surgery, but I never thought I would think of that for me.

History.  All five professionals seen today took note of my history.  It’s amazing how they can summarize six years of treatment in a manner of minutes. Since 2012… Chemotherapy, mastectomy, radiation therapy, continued Herceptin through year one, reconstruction, and Tamoxifen until the MBC reoccurrence in 2016. 2017 started with more chemotherapy, Herceptin and Perjecta every three weeks for maintenance, with daily doses of Arimadex and a shot of Xgeva every month.

In January of this year we discovered two tiny spots in the brain. My medical oncologist sent me for an MRI after Tim astutely noticed I was unbalanced and a bit more fatigued.  These have been watched regularly, with no growth until the last scan. They are apparently growing at a snail’s pace, yet now there are three.

Treatment.  Mostly what we heard today was good news. It’s easier to treat these lesions when they are small, and there is a less than 5% chance of brain damage to the surrounding areas, much less than treating larger lesions. I also learned that the MRI scans I have been receiving take larger slices than the MRI they will do at MDAnderson. The day before my procedure, I will go in for another MRI, bloodwork, and training by the nurse. They will access my port so I don’t have to get an IV. The thinner slices on the MRI will uncover any other possible lesions, which will all be treated at the same time with the Gamma Knife.

The day of the treatment sounds like an exhausting day. While many people choose to work the day after, I am hoping to get this done over the break. Then I can rest before going back to work. I have to fast after midnight, and arrive early in the morning.  They will install my crown, do another MRI, and wait for my treatment time. I’m sure I’m missing some steps, but one thing I remember is that I will sit around and wait with my crown attached to my head until it is my turn for the Gamma Knife. They do three per day, so I could be first, second, or third. There is no specific time frame. They will bring me food, but otherwise I will sit and wait. During the treatment I can listen to music. Afterward, they will watch me for an hour and then I can go home.  We are hoping for an appointment on January 2nd, which means all the pre-treatment will be done on December 31st, since they are closed on New Year’s Day. Looks like we will get to see fireworks two days in a row.

We learned a lot — more than I was bargaining for.  We are on information overload once again.  It was a bit daunting. However, regardless of how we may feel at times, I know it’s going to be okay. God is on my side, and He is watching over me through this whole process.  This song by the Piano Guys always gives me a pick-me-up.

A la prochaine…until next time.

 

Christmas Chemo

Today is chemo day. It is also the exact date 6 years ago when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer (12/12/12).  Six years…wow. Time flies when you’re having … wait … what is that saying again?

I brought my nurse a blue mitten cookie from Panera Bread and she gave me a big hug. It warmed my heart like a mitten warms the hands. I don’t think we can hug our caregivers enough. They need to know we appreciate the work they do. I know it’s a small gesture, but I hope it makes her day.

As soon as I arrived, another nurse came scurrying into my room, in a bit of a panic, looking for barf bags. Yep, that’s what he said. Twice. Folks, this may be TMI, but these little rooms are not very soundproof; they are only closed by a thin curtain. I feel bad for the guy, really. My heart went out to him. No one should have to go through this. But, let’s just say, I am glad I brought my earbuds today or I might have also needed one of those bags. I’m listening to Christmas music on Pandora while getting my treatment. Francesca Battistelli has such a beautiful voice. Frankly, I could sit here and listen to her all day. Ahh. Much better than the alternative noises resounding in the hallway.

When I finish getting chemo, my nurse will leave the port accessed as I have my tri-monthly scans all day tomorrow. There is something comforting in knowing how to work the system. I called ahead and got an order to leave it accessed.  Now I won’t have to get poked with an IV tomorrow, risking another blown vein.  Again…comfort.

Even though it is time consuming, I am at peace knowing the juice going into my veins is keeping the cancer at bay. I fully expect to hear everything is stable after my scans tomorrow as well. When I spoke with the bone scan technician, she was so happy to hear my port will be accessed. That will save time. The scans are set for 9:00, 2:00, and 5:00, but they usually try to do them closer together when I arrive. Hopefully I won’t be here another whole day.

I got my hair colored this morning before chemo, so it has already been a busy day. Thanks to Tiffany for her willing spirit to try something different; she applied the HairPrint that I usually do at home. It’s an all natural product, but a bit messy when I do it.  I wanted my hair to look pretty for tonight’s annual Christmas party for the Breast Friends support group, which is where I’ll be heading as soon as I finish my treatment. Maybe I’ll see some of you there!

Á la prochaine … until next time…

Chemo, a Shot, and Florida-Bound

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This morning is interrupted by chemo day, my routine every three weeks. Usually this starts by giving blood first thing, working for a couple of hours at Panera, and then back for chemo. I brought my nurse some chocolate chippers from Panera, and this put a smile on her face. There was enough to share, so I think several people were happy. They do so much for us; I like to give them something in return.

Technically, my treatment is considered “biotherapy” for the HER2+ cancer cells; but it does require an infusion that takes about 2-3 hours from start to finish (after the labs are drawn).

I can taste it today. It tastes a bit metallic. A few more sips from my hot tea do the trick at least temporarily.

I just learned from my nurse that even though they draw labs every time, there isn’t really have any requirements on my blood work to get the Perjeta and Herceptin. I just have to get echos every three months to ensure my heart is strong.

My body is stable, and the lesions are no longer visible (except two teeny, tiny spots on the brain), so it’s worth a couple of hours every three weeks.

I’m in a corner room, which is only separated from other patients by a thin, drawn curtain. It is my least favorite room in this suite since it is not as private, but today has been fairly interesting eves dropping on the conversations of my fellow patients. The first patient was only here for a few minutes to get an injection. She is looking for a labradoodle, and her breeder brought in pictures of her new puppies.  That brought some excitement to the air.  The next patient, who is getting chemo while I am writing this blog, is apparently using the cold cap.  If you’ve never heard of this, it is a pretty cool (pun intended) invention.  Cancer patients can save their hair by the use of this cap while receiving chemo.

Beeping interrupts my train of thought as the nurse comes in to turn off the machine. One down, one to go. I’m also getting my Xgeva injection today. For some reason this one sometimes gets overlooked on my schedule, so I have to ask about it. I’m “supposed” to get this shot once a month to help strengthen my bones. Xgeva does have a prerequisite – calcium and phosphorus levels. I don’t understand it all, but they checked my blood and everything is find. The last shot was September 19th, so the nurse will give me one today.  Frankly, I’m glad to save a trip since it doesn’t always align with chemo day.

After my Herceptin is finished, and I get my shot, we will unplug and I will be on my way. Tim and I are packed and leaving for Florida as soon as we can. I’m taking some books in case anyone wants one at a huge discount. First-come, first-serve!

We are heading to our undergraduate alma mater – Warner University – for their Homecoming 50th anniversary celebration. In addition, Dr. Darr is being honored for his retirement after 40 years. He was leading the music program when I was there, and just retired at the end of last year. I will sing in the special alumni choir that has been put together for this celebration. I think there are almost 100 people in the choir.

Aside, in case you didn’t know, my undergraduate degree is in music and youth ministry. Attending school at Warner and singing in the groups transformed this painfully shy little girl into a confident young lady.  I used the skills I learned to lead worship for many years. I owe a lot to this place. Further, I met my lifelong companion there, and we have been together for 33 years.

I can’t wait to see everyone! I wonder if I will recognize people, or if they will recognize me…it’s been a loooong time.

Á la prochaine…until next time!

Scans

Several beautiful well-behaved Labrador Retrievers are sitting on and around a CT scan. The meme reads, “Sorry, sir, we can’t do your CAT Scan, but we can give you a LAB Report!”  Insert rimshot.

Doctor says to the patient, “I have the results of your MRI.  Half your brain is clogged with passwords and the other half is clogged with user names.”

I am amused by the plethora of jokes and memes regarding CT scans and MRIs.  Laughter is good medicine, and I love a good pun. I think we can all relate to the MRI joke with the new securities and technologies requiring newer and longer passwords–different user names for each site we visit–that are clogging our drains…eh hem…I mean brains.  My employer just announced the use of new VPN security due to a hacker getting into the system and diverting an employee’s paycheck! Yeah, I’ll take the extra precautions even though my brain is full of a few extra passwords.

Every three months my oncologist sends me for tests to make sure the chemo is doing its job:  CT scan of the abdomen, pelvis, and chest as well as MRI of the brain. Sometimes he does the bone scan but it doesn’t really tell him as much, so he didn’t do it this time. I didn’t mind not doing it as it meant one less visit to the hospital.

For about a year now the organs have been stable without any evidence of disease.  I am continually praising the Lord for what He is doing in my life.  Two tiny spots on the brain could be anything, but as long as they do not grow we must be doing something right.  Apparently, many people have spots on their brain and don’t even know it, so I guess one could say I fall in the ‘normal’ category!

In case you have forgotten, or don’t know my history, this round of treatment started with a diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer in December 2016, nearly two years ago.  I had a seven centimeter mass on my ribcage, spots in my spine, skull, ribs, as well as liver and lungs.  Since then, all of those spots have completely disappeared.

Today was another follow-up with my oncologist to go over Friday’s test results.  I am never worried, but always a little curious, to know what the results will be. Whatever will be, will be, right? Worrying only takes time away from more important things. I admit it is always nice to get the thumbs up and hear the words “stable” once again.  I think he is a bit surprised each time I come in.  We talked briefly about the treatment plan, e.g. continuing with infusions of Herceptin and Perjeta every three weeks, as well as daily pills (Anastrozole).  If it’s working, don’t fix it; so, we’ll keep plugging along.

I continue to work, and I continue to ride the Harley, and I continue to spend time with my family…not necessarily always in that order. LOL.  I will continue to do all of these things as long as the Lord gives me breath, strength, and adds to the days of life.  Everything I do is to glorify Him. People, God is evident in my life! I couldn’t do this without Him.

“You will live a long life and see my saving power.” Psalm 91:16 CEV 

Á la prochaine...until next time.

 

Blood Clots

Chemo day is usually pretty uneventful. Come in, give blood, get vitals, access port, get chemo, and I go home. Today, however, a little hiccup when the nurse could not get blood return from my port. He tried multiple times to no avail. He said it probably has a small clot in there. I admit I heard “clot,” and got a little nervous about that. However, this is fairly normal and apparently does not have any long-term concerns. He said they have to do a TPA and clear the line of any blockage. This takes about an hour. Basically it’s a syringe with some medicine connected to the line.

To move forward with my Herceptin and Perjeta treatment, they had to put an IV in my arm.  Ouch!  I have also been having trouble with IVs, so he went in through the wrist. The hand and wrist are pretty sensitive. My nurse Marco, who I had last time, took good care of me. It only hurt a little.

Students of BC

I never know what may take place, or what I might learn from my students when I go to the three-day residencies each quarter.

It took me by surprise when one of my students confessed he had purchased my book.  He got it on Amazon. Typically, I assume the purchaser is buying the book for a newly diagnosed friend or family member. However, it wasn’t for anyone else. It was for him.  Admittedly, he wanted to know more about the professor who was teaching his class. But the story went a little deeper than that. He shared that he grew up a “mamma’s boy,” aware of the yearly check-ups when his mother was screened for breast cancer. She never got cancer, but he talked about how much it affected him as a child, worrying about whether his mom was going to get cancer.

He had already read the introduction, and was planning on reading the whole book. I think it may have brought some closure to his fears about his mom. He was grateful for what I had done by putting this book together, and was genuinely touched by the book and its contents. He thanked me for taking the time to write the book, and I was touched by his honesty.

In a sense we are both students.  He is getting a Ph.D., and I am a student of breast cancer. It isn’t a journey I chose, but I am constantly learning more about breast cancer and how to fight it. I am no expert, and there is still so much more to learn.  Each new thing I discover, I hope to pass on to help someone else.

You never know who you might impact with the work that you do.  Keep doing what God wants you to do and people will be blessed.

A la prochaine… until next time.

 

Brainy MRI

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I recall the first time I had an MRI of the brain.  It was after my original diagnosis of Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer when the bone scan determined I had mets (metastasis) in my skull.  I was scared to death. Anxiety flowed through my body like the mighty Mississippi after a torrential storm. I was relieved when no brain mets were found with that first scan.

A year later, they found two tiny spots.  The docs are watching them closely, and at this point they are not concerned.  Three weeks later the spots had not changed, grown, or multiplied.  The mets was “stable,” and the lesions were so tiny they could not even triangulate them to do radiation.  The assumption is always cancer when you have Stage IV metastatic breast cancer.  So, we just keep watching.

So this past week I went in for my MRI expecting to get in a good nap. I have learned not to worry or get upset — unless they have to poke and prod more than three times to find a good vein.  Three veins were blown at the last appointment. Ouch! That did bring tears to my eyes, but the tech was so sweet and did his best to comfort me.  Chemo on the previous day may have contributed to the evasive veins. Must remember to schedule those further apart…

But the good news is – everything is still stable.  I have no additional lesions, and the tiny spots have not increased in size.  Also, my sinusitis is gone.  (The last time I went in I had a bad cold which seemed to last forever. I am so thankful I can breathe again!)

So…we continue to pray and watch.  Watch and pray.  No matter what, I trust in the Lord. That is relatively easy to say when things are going well, but it takes a great amount of faith to trust Him even when it isn’t.  The verse of the day today spoke to this clearly.

Yes, God’s riches are very great, and his wisdom and knowledge have no end! No one can explain the things God decides or understand his ways (Romans 11:33 NCV).

Why even try? His understanding is limitless. Mine is not. All we can do is trust in his infinite wisdom and knowledge, regardless of the decisions He makes in our lives. Are you trusting Him with your situation regardless of the outcome?  Feel free to comment below.

Á la prochaine…until next time.

Busy Day

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Chemo Day is always a busy day.  Fortunately, I have less work to do as the term is winding down and my biggest class finished early.  It has been a great day as well. Good news came my way on more than one occasion. But first, here’s a recap of my day…

8:30 Blood Draw

8:45-9:45 – Eat breakfast at Panera, and answer emails.

9:45 – 10:15 – Vitals, Nurse and Doctor’s appointment. Here’s where the first good news came in. The nurse told me a friend had mentioned my name. The conversation we had was positive, and I was a help to her. She couldn’t mention her name, of course, due to medical privacy. But she did say this lady was very encouraged by me, and I should keep what I’m doing. She indicates she was blessed as she was a witness to my “ministry.”  This made me feel like a rock star.  All I do is invite people to talk to me. Talk about your breast cancer, I say. This is one of the best ways to start healing. It is so great to hear my desire to help is…well… helping.

Oh, and the doctor said it’s time for more scans.  This is an every 3-4 month event, so I wasn’t surprised.  I was surprised it was February when I last had them done. Time flies. So those are now scheduled.

10:15 – 11:30 – Go to Wal-mart and do some shopping. The Wal-mart in The Woodlands is so much better than the one in Conroe.  I got an office item that should have been nearly $100, but they only charged me $40.  Again – great news!  Bought a banana and protein bars to tide me over until I can eat some lunch.

11:30 – 2:00 – Chemo – I was roomed in one of the best rooms in the house. I love the “back rooms,” which are old exam rooms converted to chemo rooms.  They have a desk, and it’s quiet back there. People don’t bother you. And the pharmacy is right by the room, so my nurse very quickly saw when my chemo was mixed and ready to go. I got a lot of work done as well.

It was 104 degrees when I came out of the building and got in my car. WOW! It’s a hot day.

 — Talk to my husband on the phone. He was getting pinged every time I would schedule a scan. He’s in Anderson this week, so he didn’t know if it was routine or something serious.  It’s great to know I have a hubby who loves me and supports me all the time!  He prayed for me this morning, and he is always telling me how much he loves me. He is definitely a keeper.

2:00 – 4:30 – Back to Panera. It’s hot outside, but still freezing in Panera.  Hot tea is always on my order, no matter how hot it is.  This time I had lunch and worked some more.  And blogged. I love their strawberry, poppyseed, chicken salad.  It’s only here in the summer, only 170 calories, and absolutely delicious! A half-salad is plenty, and I always get the sprouted grain-roll on the side, since I am cutting out white flour.

4:30 – I’m heading out to have dinner with some friends from my support group.

6:00 – 8:00 – Breast Friends. This is my monthly support group at MDAnderson.  Tonight the social worker will be speaking, so that is of interest to me as well. I’m there to get support, but I really see my role as a support to others. Plus, I can get a free massage. 🙂

All in all, it’s a very good day.

Á la prochaine…until next time.

Essential to me

The first time I was diagnosed with breast cancer in December, 2012, I went the traditional route (chemotherapy==>surgery==>radiation). I didn’t want to hear about the alternative methods out there. People sent me information on special diets, teas, essential oils, supplements and many other methods that were meant to “heal” cancer. Frankly, I didn’t buy it.  I didn’t believe it, so I didn’t make any purchases. Literally, I didn’t buy it. I just stayed the course and followed the doctors’ orders. It’s what I felt I needed to do…it’s what I had to do.

The doctors deemed me “cancer-free” after my last dose of radiation.  I was “cured.” I rang the bell designating my treatment was over.  I was so glad I would never have to deal with this again.  Or so I thought.

If you have been following my blog, you know by now that I am not cancer-free. I was re-diagnosed with Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer in December 2016.  It was almost four years to the day after my first diagnosis. Now it was in my spine, ribs, skull, liver, and a few months later they found spots in my lungs. A year or so later they found some tiny spots in my brain.

For several months I did chemotherapy. The large mass on my ribs was gone at the six-month mark.  But I still had spots on my liver, spine and skull.  Those never seemed to go away. They just stayed the same.  That’s when I had an epiphany:

Apparently the traditional medicine was not enough to cure this cancer.

I decided to open my mind to the alternative methods.  I am not an Eastern Philosopher, or Guru, or Buddhist.  I am a Christian. I have been praying for healing, but God does not always respond the way we think He should.  Sometimes He doesn’t pluck us from the ocean where we are drowning…He sends a boat.

A friend, who is also a Christian, came to visit a few months into my new course of treatment.  She used reflexology on me daily, and she introduced me to essential oils.  Not the kind you find at the local grocery store, but the purest form that is grown around the world, harvested, and sealed for protection.  The healing properties are amazing, she would say. And it’s all natural. One drop of an essential oil contains millions of molecules. They are so tiny they can cross the brain blood barrier, and all essential oils have healing properties. Their role in the life of a plant is to eliminate toxins from the plant. It’s the plant’s life blood.  Sacred Frankincense, specifically, has cancer-fighting properties.  She convinced me that I could continue to do my traditional treatment, as this will not interfere.

As a researcher, I did my due diligence.  I found much literature to support the use of essential oils.   As a Christian, I had heard of frankincense. I figured if it was good enough for the baby Jesus, it’s good enough for me.  I even asked my doctor about it, and he responded, “Sure, go for it! Whatever works!”

I had another friend who recommended the exact same thing. She said I should take 5 drops of Sacred Frankincense morning and night. That stuff is expensive!  I started with 5 drops in the morning. I drop it in my juice and drink it straight.  It sounds gross, but after a few days I found that I was drawn to the aromas of the essential oils.

Results…

Before the oils–for more than six months–the liver spots never changed on any of the scans.  At my next three month scan, after taking Sacred Frankincense daily, the liver spots had decreased by 30%.  The next three month scan – completely gone!  Those spots on my skull…gone…spine…gone!  At this writing my body is “stable.”  The money spent is well spent. I believe God sent me a lifeboat.

Á la prochaine…until next time.

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Who will take care of me?

I just realized it has been three months since my last blog. And it was the week of Residency, which is this week as well.  What are the odds…Perhaps my quantitative friends can help figure that one out.

I had my chemo and XGeva this morning. My nurse was rushing like a bandit because she knew I was hoping to get out early. I got in early, about 30 minutes. That’s usually unheard of.  Unfortunately we can’t rush the chemo. Drip, drip, drip. It takes at least an hour regardless of how much we try to force it.  Then there is the preparation, and the flush in between, and after, and the Heparin. All in all, it takes a solid 90 minutes even if the stars align.

I’m sitting at Panera waiting for my hubby to join me. I was rushing to get out of chemo because he had a doctor’s appointment, and I wanted to be there.  My nurse could sense the urgency, as I don’t usually ask them to hurry up.  This is not your usual, ho-hum, mundane visit to the doctor. He’s been having symptoms. Headaches and such.  His doctor ordered a brain scan. They found “something.”  Today’s visit with the neurologist would help determine what they found. Unfortunately, he made it to the doctor before my last drip, so I’m waiting for him to tell me the results.

It’s always hard to wait for results from a scan, test, or other medical procedure, but I have learned how to be patient during the waiting.  Endurance produces character (Romans 5:4).  Last week I had a moment. Sometimes we joke about death – it may sound morbid but it’s our way of dealing with life with cancer. In the midst of laughing I had a sad thought. If something happened to him, who will take care of me? Shake it off…it was only a momentary lapse from the usual positivity we embrace.

He’s here…………….

Praise God my hubby came bearing good news! The spots on the brain scan, which were confirmed by the neurologist, are like age spots on your skin. (Ha! Despite his boyish face and blond hair, I knew he was aging.)  The doc says there is no concern. They ruled out all the biggies like MS, stroke, blockage, etc. In fact, it is likely the headaches created the spots. (I didn’t know headaches could do that.)  He does have some stress in his life, as any caregiver can relate, which may be contributing to the symptoms. The doctor recommended watching his cholesterol and blood pressure. Tim told me this as he was salting his apple.

Basically, the doctor ordered my hubby to de-stress and decompress.  Sounds like it is time for another ride.

À la prochaine…until next time.