Saturday, December 29, 2007

Merry Merry Quite Contrary



On the first day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, a focus on mortality.

On the second day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the third day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the fourth day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the fifth day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, FIVE BROKEN DREAMS. Four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the sixth day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, six insurers payin’, five broken dreams! Four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the seventh day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, seven kids a’staring, six insurers payin’, five broken dreams! Four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the eighth day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, eight blood counts sinkin’, seven kids a’staring, six insurers payin’, five broken dreams! Four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the ninth day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, nine shots a’smarting, eight blood counts sinkin’, seven kids a’staring, six insurers payin’, five broken dreams! Four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the tenth day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, ten hours sleeping, nine shots a’smarting, eight blood counts sinkin’, seven kids a’staring, six insurers payin’, five broken dreams! Four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the eleventh day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, eleven nurses nursing, ten hours sleeping, nine shots a’smarting, eight blood counts sinkin’, seven kids a’staring, six insurers payin’, five broken dreams! Four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.

On the twelfth day of cancer, my chemo gave to me, twelve friends to sooth me, eleven nurses nursing, ten hours sleeping, nine shots a’smarting, eight blood counts sinkin’, seven kids a’staring, six insurers payin’, five broken dreams! Four funky turds, three scars to mend, two rubber gloves, and a focus on mortality.


Saturday, December 15, 2007

barry and me

Major League Baseball can add me to their rolls.

Of steroid users that is. I have officially begun chemotherapy again after a five week hiatus. Although my body is already reacting more strongly this time around, it is good news that my infection-fighting white blood cells are battle-ready.

and away we go again...

Monday, December 10, 2007

Guam


so, my uncle bobby called me today. he was very kind but basically echoed what all my family says, that i should rest and not be going to school right now. he invited me to go to Guam, where he has a "lovely apartment" and just relax. he said it's just like Hawaii 30 years ago; calm, beautiful. now, offering that in the middle of finals is just not fair. so tempting... what would you do?

Saturday, December 01, 2007

neutropenia

As many of you know, my chemotherapy treatment schedule is currently administered in three-week cycles. Due to levels of chemicals, how long they take to kick in, how long they take to flush out, how much rest I get plus various other issues, I would describe the schedule in the following way:

Week 1- Sucks.
Week 2- Extremely sucks.
Week 3- Somewhat sucks.

And then the cycle repeats.

This has been the story of my life health-wise for about 48 weeks now. When close friends and family call and say, "how are you?", I can say, "I feel like my usual Week 1" and they know what I'm saying.

So, given this long-standing routine, it is notable that my last Week 3 (or in hospital parlance, Day 15) in-hospital intra-venous treatment was Nov. 7, almost one month ago. This is the longest I've gone "off treatment" in almost two years. The reason my next cycle has been postponed three times so far rains on my toxin-free parade.

The first thing they do when I go in for treatment is take a series of blood samples from which they assess the robustness of my health to make sure my body can withstand the chemo that week. The past 3 weeks, the lab has reported white blood cell counts too low to withstand chemotherapy. Since chemo attacks infant cells as they try to grow and multiply, they can't fight the potential cancer cells without harming my already low white blood cell count. (WBCs fight infection and are muy importante.)

What this means is two things. One, I am very tired, because it takes the body a lot of energy to produce these fighter cells. Think of yourself with a cold or the flu. Two, I need to be very careful about exposure to bacteria. That means avoiding a lot of things I'm already supposed to avoid such as crowded subways, sick/contagious people, raw foods- but actually doing it. But also, I'm not supposed to floss, to shave, or do anything that could lacerate the skin and let in those icky germs that would have a free-for-all while the immune system is out of town.

How and why is this happening? At first, the doctors shrugged and said without concern: "oh, this just happens sometimes when someone has been on chemotherapy for such a long time." The second week, when my counts actually continued to fall instead of rebounding as expected, the doctors began to integrate a second theory: Around the end of October, I, in a week-two-druggy-haze, accidentally loaded my pill cases incorrectly, dosing myself with twice the amount of 6MP per day than my weight allows. I felt terrible all that week, but didn't discover the mistake until Jaci figured it out. This was initially dismissed by the docs as rather inconsequential, but is now figuring more heavily into their hypotheses for my current neutropenia. [One doctor told me, "you know, this medicine is toxic stuff!". Well, NO SHIT, I wanted to say, who do you think you're telling that to? Have I not been questioning whether the treatment actually causes more harm than the disease since this whole disaster commenced?] When the 3rd week of low counts rolled around, it was decided that, if my counts did not display improvement by the following visit (this Wed, Dec.5), they would conduct a bone marrow biopsy to check for some other more serious malignancy.

I reeeeally don't want my bones drilled into this week. I've got finals coming up. I just don't have time for cancer (or whatever else my body is brewing) right now.