Wednesday, March 20, 2013
You take the Good, You take the Bad....
...you take them both and there you have
The Facts of Life, the Facts of Life.
So we got mixed news on Monday. Scans showed liver was clear, and that the ablations in Feb were successful. However, the scan also revealed that the Tumors in both lungs have gotten bigger. So Dr. Sophecleus, the IR surgeon, has begun scheduling lug ablations in late April, pending Kemeny's approval.
Kemeny is temporarily halting chemo, until we see a rheumatoid doc. Eric has been in crippling, and I mean crippling pain the last 3 weeks. To the point where he literally cannot get out of bed, and when he does he is moving like a 90 year old man. He said the pain in his muscles and joints was insane. He was using a heating pad on his back.
We thought maybe it was an issue with the Xeloda, but Kemeny does not think it would cause this incredible amount of pain. She believes it is actually his eczema. BEcause it is an autoimmune disorder, it can affect joints. His white blood cell count was also pretty high, at 21,000. He didn't have fever or any outward signs of infection, so she also believes it is inflammation related to the eczema (he also has 2 other autoimmune disorders-allergies and asthma). So she wants us to go to a specialist to get it treated...finding one is another story. She suggested we see a guy at Cornell, but I am just so tired of driving to NYC for all his docs. I wish I could find one down here at Penn or JEff, but the wait time is out of control. If anyone has any suggestions I would greatly appreciate it.
We do not want him off chemo for long, because we are finally seeing some decent drops in his CEA (tumor marker ) level. It went from 8.7 to 6.2 in a month. Last time his level was was as low as this was April of 2012, right after 2/3 of his liver was removed. We need to keep the good stuff coming.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Falling into a new "normal"
Jeaneane
Grumble grumble...(original post Jan15, 2013)
The rest is inconclusive at this time.
Feb and March are going to be particularly trying. Just sucks.
Not really much more I feel like saying.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
glad christmas is over
Eric really hadn't been out of bed much in over 2 weeks. All weekends were spent in bed...evenings from late afternoon on were spent in bed. The whole holiday was spent in bed. It was so sad. And he felt so horrible and worn.I ended up delivering the presents to his son. Eric had wanted to do it but he was too worn. I called my mother in law to wish her a Merry Christmas. It was heartbreaking. Eric didn't even have the stamina to speak with her Christmas morning. He was able to open some gifts in bed Christmas morning. I made sure I snapped a shot of it, even though he got mad. I wanted a picture. I wanted something from this holiday.
Logan and I went to church together. It was so depressing looking around and seeing all the happy and HEALTHY families around us. Ok, maybe not everyone is healthy or happy, but they were well enough to make it to Christmas Mass with smiles on their faces rather then laying in bed in pain and exhausted. After communion, the whole church began singing "Silent Night". That's when I lost it. I started weeping silently in my pew and couldn't stop. People around me were staring and probably thinking I was insane. Luckily Logan didn't seem to notice. In a church full of people singing about the birth of our Lord, I had never felt more sad and alone. I prayed to God to help me, to give me strength. I prayed for strength for Eric. I didn't pray for him to be healthy. I know God already has his plan. Good or bad, I don't know, but he has already decided. I just prayed for the strength to understand and accept his plan. I prayed for strength for Eric to continue to fight. Whether he is fighting for his cure, or fighting to stay with us as long as possible, I want him to continue to be whole.
He never made it to Christmas Dinner. Thanks to some generous souls at The Breathing Room Foundation, I had a nice frozen meal I got ready for him. Logan and I went to my parents first for some gift giving then Aunt and Uncle's for dinner to spend time with the Conklins. I felt guilty for leaving him, but knew I needed to keep some sense of normalcy for my 12 year old. But overall, this Christmas was just rotten.
Well here is to a better 2013. Because 2012 was rotten too, and so was 2011, and the last part of 2010. 2 years and 3 months straight is a really long time to be fighting this horrible disease without any sort of break. That's a really long time to be sick every day. Hopefully 2013 gives Eric a break, and us a chance to reboot.
PET Scan and CT Scan first week in Jan. We find out the results Jan 14th. If cancer growth is reduced or stabilized we are happy. If cancer has grown or spread, then we reach our first official chemo fail, and 5FU and Xeloda will no longer be a treatment option. Remember there are only about 4 different drug options for Metastatic Colon Cancer, so a drug fail super sucks.
Thanks for all the prayers. We really need them.
I got lazy...
A chance to breathe...
Eric is to continue on chemo for an indefinite amount of time. This is an offensive measure. From the beginning we were told that even when all tumors were removed, Eric would have approx 6 months of chemo to be sure they killed off all the disease.
The CEA level dropped from 10.2 to 8 in a month. We are hoping it continues to drop. The CEA marks the presence of disease. Once we start seeing numbers below 4 we know this is going well.
So I guess we begin the road to remission. Don't know if I would clinically say Eric is there yet, but it sure is a weight lifted off of his shoulders knowing that they do not see any disease.
However, since he will be continuing on chemo, he will still have the fatigue and million other side effects it causes. Fingers crossed this journey is almost over, even if just for a little while.
Thank you for your love, support, and prayers. As always, BELIEVE.
nervous as hell
But there is always a chance the scans wont be clear. Since he is on chemo and the last scans showed no presence of cancer, if these next ones do, then the chemo is considered a failure and we have to try something new. There are only about 5 types of chemo Eric can use successfully, we can't afford a failure, and quite frankly, he deserves a break.
So tonight I am saying my prayers and hoping the scans are good. We will not get the results until Monday, so its going to be a long 5 days and Eric is going to be a freaking basketcase. So any kind words you can send his way would be great. Help get his mind off things. And if the news isn't good in Monday, well we will fight on like we have since the beginning.
And as for me, ill keep it together and put on my brave face like I always do. Some day ill have my meltdown ...just can't have it yet ;-)
Silver Linings Playbook
As we are well immersed in our 3rd holiday season since Eric's diagnosis, all around me I can find things to be grateful for. Loving family, true friends, wonderful jobs and coworkers, and Eric being here to spend another holiday with us. We are lucky, many people don't get to live to see another Christmas, let alone 3, after a diagnosis like his. But the length of this battle is taking its toll physically, emotionally, spiritually, and any other "ly" you can think of.
I wasn't going to share this information, as I wasn't sure how much Eric wanted people to know. But we told our families, and Eric said it on facebook, so I figured I would let the other people who have supported him since day 1 know. The PET scan results we received right before Thanksgiving were not good. They weren't horrible, but they weren't good.
If you recall Eric's scans in September showed no disease, but to be offensive they kept him on chemo. It seemed that the last of the cancer that the docs had been chasing for 2 years was finally gone. Sadly, this November scan showed disease in the liver. New disease. Disease that grew while he was on chemo. Its a small amount, but it is there, and it is very disheartening. The liver had been cancer free for a year. This is a bad blow. Also CEA tumor marker went from 6.8 to 9 in a month, indicating cancer growth.
This stinks, and Eric was pretty upset (as I was), but he is taking it with stride now. They decided to keep him on the same dosage of the same chemo until the next PET scan in Jan. I think they are trying to get him through the holidays comfortably. This regimen has been , by far, the easiest for him in terms of side effects and mental toll. Kemeney already has a game plan I am sure. If there is more growth in the next scan he will prob be put back on the big guns, and life will really suck. The big stuff is terrible. It turns Eric into a real "sick person".
So this holiday season, please remember whats important. I know I am. Laugh a little more, smile a little wider, hug a little tighter, and say I love you to those who you do...you just never know what tomorrow will hold.
Peace & Love,
Jeaneane
Eric's Cancer Fight Countdown: 790 days of fighting and living since being told he was going to die.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Say goodbye to Hollywood...say goodbye my baby
Any time you try to stay - together
Whoa
Say a word out of line
And you find that the friends you had
Are gone forever
Forever...
I really haven't blogged much this summer. Things, minus complications and infections, were fairly good. E and I had been great. I mean a few nasty cancer stemmed fights here and there, but never did I really question our strength for quit some time. I guess I can't count on that lasting forever. There have been so many ups and downs these past 2 years. So many people in and out of ours, but particularly my life. They really don't lie when they say you see who you can really count out during the rough times. Sadly the only person that I have found I can truly rely on is myself, and now I am starting to question that.
I never said I was this amazingly perfect wife, mother, friend. I am far from it. I guess I was just able to put on my big girl panties and wade my family through the craziness of this cancer journey the past 2 years. But I am starting to fall apart. I fell myself losing grip on all that I love, and all that I fought hard to sustain. I find that I am becoming so sad, all the time. And I have no one to talk to. I guess a good chunk of blame needs to be put on me. I am too stubborn and bullheaded to get help, and I am a fierce momma bear when it comes to those I love. People have viewed me as crazy. Indeed a complete 302, because I would go to insane lengths to try and keep my family and my love in tact. I was insanely jealous of anyone E turned to instead of me. I think more then jealous, I was just so damn hurt. I mean shit, I am his wife, I am supposed to be his best friend, fuck I am the one taking care of him. But then he would share his fears and his hopes and dreams with others, and I was devastated. So I became nuts I guess. It didn't matter. In the end he didn't choose me. NEver had, never will. Everyone else always comes first. He never sees my pain. Even when I can no longer hide it, its like, "who the hell are you. Dont start your bullshit tears. You aren't the one that is sick."
I am getting increasingly agitated with the boy, and he doesn't deserve my frustrations to be even remotely taken out on him. And I feel E and I pulling further and further apart. I am scared he is becoming the guy he was before, the guy who hated me. I feel like life is full of secrets again. Whether it is him not wanting to hurt me or whatever, I still feel like I live under a veil of secrets. Its a horrible way to live. Maybe I am just becoming paranoid. If I were to closely examine the 5 Stages of Grief, I would say I keep hoovering over acceptance and depression.I mean I have accepted from the beginning. I mean shit I married a cop. I knew there was always a chance he would never come home. I'm not stupid. I know what cancer does, how cancer can kill, but I also believe in miracles, and love, and strength. I thought that if I did all that, and so did E, nothing could stop us, nothing could take our love away, not even cancer. YEar ago, before we got married. E used to say it was him and I against the world. I don't really think that anymore. I honestly don't think he wants me to be his side kick anymore in this crazy journey. And if he does, he sure as shit has lost all understanding of how to show it. BEcause quite frankly, saying I love you, isn't showing it. And the only time he wants or needs me around is when he is sick, or has an appointment, or needs me to be his caregiver. I can do that, thats fine. I can be his caregiver if that is my role. I would never stop taking care of him, or loving him...even if he no longer loves me.
I guess no one will really understand this. I don't really think anyone could unless they live through it. quite frankly i dont even know why I am blogging about it, to complete strangers, but it did finally help the tears come. I had been holding them back for awhile now. Because, hell, who am i to be crying right? I am not the one who is sick! I will never understand what my husband goes through. But then again, he will never understand, respect, or even care about what I go through. Because I dont matter. IT's all about the person with cancer, not the rest of the family who is falling apart. And this is Stage 4 cancer, this isn't some joke. Maybe it should be all about him. But then again, I thought tragedy and heartache like this was supposed to bring you closer to the ones you love, no further away. But I guess in some respects he is growing closer to everyone else, just not the person who will stand by his side in good times and bad.
Guess it's time to just buck up and say goodbye to hollywood, and goodbye to my baby...because I dont think he is mine anymore anyway....
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Keeping up with the Komplications
Dr. Locatoure, the derm, wanted to treat Eric with an additional chemo called Methotrexate solely for the purpose of trying to control the skin breakdown. Methotrexate is used for some forms of breast cancer and leukemia, but it can be used off label for chemical abortions and autoimmune disorder, like Eric's eczema. It can have adverse effects on the liver, which Eric only has 1/3 of. As a result, for right now, Oz (Dr. Kemeny), nixed it. In a way it sucks, because Methotrexate is really a great way to treat the skin breakdown but she does not want to interfere with the effectiveness of his chemo for the colon cancer mets. Its frustrating, but I am sure there is some wisdom to it.
Other than that we continue to take things one day at a time. There are bad days, and then some not so bad days. The good days are few and far between anymore. But every once in a while there are some good days thrown in there. The neuropathy is getting intense at times, as he is showing symptoms from chemos past. The worst thing is the trunk neuropathy, where several times, well honestly almost constantly, he feels like he is being stung by thousands of bees on his entire trunk region. We are hoping that as the skin recovers, this will go away as well. It is not a common side effect to any of the chemos that he is on, so they believe it is either a side effect of his his most recent surgeries (some sort of nerve damage), or the result of the trauma to his skin. We are obviously hoping this is temporary and not permanent, as it causes Eric a great deal of pain.
So far we have no other appointments until September. The first week in September Eric will have a PET scan and a CT scan. The following week he will review the results with the docs. By that point he will have had 2.5 rounds of xeloda in his system post surgery. We pray that there will be no signs of disease. Until then, as long as there are no changes, I probably won't have anything to update.