I'm really going to enjoy Christmas next year!

Christmas is a multi-layered holiday, typically filled with buying gifts, going to many parties with friends and neighbors, and enjoying some sort of feast on Christmas day. These are things that I love to do and be a part of, with my family, and with my social circles. Well, maybe next year.

I've been holding off on writing in this blog, because, frankly, I've gone a bit dark due to physical reasons. Primarily, my mouth, gums, tongue and throat have been blasted from the radiation treatments, and I have to mask the pain with pain killers and numbing liquids. It actually hurts to talk, swallow, or even open my mouth. If you've ever seen someone with a broken jaw that was wired shut, that is what I am like when I try to talk. Not a great conversationalist at parties (all of my wonderful friends have lots of questions, and my adrenaline tricks me into thinking I can talk just fine). I've also lost hair in patches at the back of my neck, and even my neck whiskers have just fallen out.

Then there's the food tease! Fresh baked cookies being dropped off by neighbors. Homemade chocolate nut peanut brittle. Cardiff Crack (local marinated tri tip) grilled to perfection so that the meat is falling away from the knife as I carve it up. Grilled salmon. Seared ahi. Baked potato with butter, sour cream and chives. Broccolini spears, all of which I grilled outside as the sounds of neighbors toasting, and enjoying their family dinners wafts through the air. I won't be able to even sample a bite of the Cardiff Crack.

Julia asks me if I can join her in 1 small sip of her favorite Rombauer chardonnay, to toast the eve. No, sorry, alcohol is acidic and stings. Debbie Downer here, checking in for my shift! I am in some sort of torturous prison. 

I am blessed to have both Sasha and Luke sitting together at the dinner table. Also, Torchie and Dan are with us, so it is a small family celebration. Everyone loads their plates, while I hope to be able to soften a mashed potato with sour cream and chicken broth to wash it down. I get 2 bites in, and my mouth says no. So chicken broth it is. I hung around the dinner table and enjoyed everyone's company, then I headed back into bed at 7pm. 

As I went to bed to rest, the kids both went out with friends, Torchie and Dan left to get home early, and Julia followed shortly behind me to get to sleep early since she didn't want to just be by herself in an empty house. Pretty weird Christmas.

This morning I started my new week of radiation treatments. I met with my doctor today, and he's worried I'm losing too much weight. I told him it feels good to get my weight down, but he says I lost 14 lbs from last week, and that's too fast given how little I'm eating. Still feels good to me! So I either need to eat more (not sure how to?) or consider the feeding tube.

3 weeks in

Today I completed my third week of daily radiation treatments. There have been 2 major changes since my last post. First, the pancreatitis event that put me in the hospital turns out to be a bigger deal than I had understood. My oncologist told me that we can't take a chance on using the same chemo medications again, as another triggered pancreas attack could end my life, or is likely to be 10 times worse than the last one. That could put me in the hospital for weeks and put an end to my cancer treatments. So the doctors are moving me to a different med called Erbitux. The chemo medication is very different from the Cisplatin they were using before. The good news: no more nausea sickness. The bad news:  it causes very bad acne. What? Come on! I did that already, when I was 16, and it wasn't a good look. Well, at least I'll be keeping my hair - maybe I'll comb it forward over my face : )

The second change is from the radiation. Eating or wanting to eat is an issue. I can no longer taste anything like sweet or salt. Everything tastes like cardboard. Coffee, bacon, water, sandwiches, salads, vegan hamburger with mushrooms and swiss cheese... CARDBOARD. The only thing I can taste is spice, as in heat. Unfortunately, spice burns my already burnt throat. Since I no longer produce normal saliva, my mouth and throat is dry all the time. 

Next week, I will begin having the new chemo infusion once a week for 4 weeks. Anyone have any Stridex Pads? Plus 21 more radiation treatments. The doctor has my last day of treatment scheduled for January 17, 2018. Happy Birthday!

Every day, I try to focus on something good in my life so I don't get overwhelmed. Ziggy is always happy.

And fantastic sunset sitting with good friends on the bluff. I got a good shot of the kite flying into the sun.

In God's Hands

9 radiation treatments down. The little Halo oranges don't have any taste at all to me. My gums are getting sore now, throat is scratchy, and everything including water has an odd metallic taste. 

I met with my internist yesterday and discussed my bout with pancreatitis. I mentioned that the hospital staff and doctors were interested in getting the pancreatitis to subside, and not really focus on how it happened. He shook his head and said, "Many people don't come back from Pancreatitis. If you get it again, it can do you in. We need to find out what specifically triggered it." So we went over my chemo meds, examined known side effects, and there it was. Pancreatitis is listed as a side effect for Decadon, a steroid anti-inflammatory that was given with the chemo and also in pill form following the infusions. I will work with my oncologist on Monday to determine if there are other options so this does not happen again in 2 weeks.

God works in mysterious ways, for sure. About 9 months ago, Fe, a client of Julia's was looking for help in renting out her La Jolla Shores beach house. Julia suggested that I would be a great fit to handle all aspects of the short term rental, having years of experience with our own house in Olivenhain. Fe lost her husband last year to HPV-related cancer, and is a leading advocate of vaccinating and finding a lower impact cure. What a blessing to have Fe's strength and knowledge to help me navigate through this disease. She and her husband started The Immunotherapy Foundation, donating and raising millions of dollars to create one of the West coast's only immunotherapy cell processing labs, which is associated with UCSD Moore's Cancer Center. This innovative treatment replaces chemotherapy by growing white blood cells and injecting into the patient so the patient's own immune system can fight the cancer. You can read more about the Whitworth's, and the work of their foundation located right here in San Diego. 

And what a blessing to be able to manage this property for the Whitworth family. Have you seen this place? Check out more at www.LaJollaShoresBeachHouse.com 

Many thanks to all of you who have been reaching out via phone, text, commenting on the blog, and prayer. It is hard to articulate how very much I feel you all, and it really pulls me up when I go dark. I am dearly grateful for having you all on my side and giving me tidbits of encouragement in so many ways.

Weekend at the E.R.

I was feeling good for completing the first full week of treatments. Saturday a.m. I awake with a dull ache in my stomach. I ate scrambled eggs and a bagel to soothe it, comfort food. No coffee or tea, just water. Pain started aching more and my stomach was bloating up. I figured it was indigestion from all the meds, and it would soon be gone. By lunch it was getting worse, so I thought vegan barley soup and mashed potatoes would coat my stomach and chill me out. Wrong. I spent the next few hours trying to walk around, burp or anything that would release the pressure building in my gut. I walked around the block - twice. Tried to lie down and sleep it off. Pain's getting worse, so I call the weekend on-call answering service around 5pm, speak to the oncologist, and she simply tells me to go check into the ER at Scripps. "Well, that doesn't sound like any fun. Is there something else I can try, or just wait it out to see if it's indigestion?" The doctor tells me I'm on "chemo watch", and after having chemo, all kinds of infections can spark up and deal you a serious blow. 

On to the E.R. So I do try to wait it out another hour, thinking it's nothing or a gas bubble, but it's difficult to stand up straight, sit down or lie down now, and it's Saturday night in Encinitas during the Holiday Parade. I figure if I got to go to the ER, best get in there early before the weekend rush. Julia takes me in, and I get put into a little exam room within 5 minutes. The place is dead! I get a nurse trainee who rolls in my room like he knows what he's doing, tells me he's going to take an EKG and starts to pull out the sticky things for my body. He places them in the wrong spots, rips them back up (ouch!) and places them in a new spot, but now they won't stick. I'm looking at him, and can tell he doesn't know what he's doing. The wires are all tangled - he's pulling sticky tabs off and trying to stick the one that is now full of my arm hair back on me. What the heck? Finally his training nurse pokes her head in and sees the carnage, and calls him out on it. The guy's pride is hurt, but I'm not a training exercise, bro.

The first ER nurse isn't very comfortable with accessing my new port catheter, so the attending guy does it - thank god! I didn't want another person practicing on me. The attending RN tapped into my port, but without the typical sedative or numbing spray. That's when everything went downhill for me. I could feel the connection, and visualized what was going on which immediately turned me queasy. They have me sitting straight up, which adds to the stomach pain and difficulty breathing normally. RN needs to draw blood from the port before he can put in the pain meds, but my blood pressure drops and my color leaves me. The RN's assistant hands him the wrong collection container. I break into a clammy sweat and start hyperventilating my breathing. Julia is staring at me, "breathe". I beg the RN to hurry, but they need several panels to test, and I'm fading fast. After 5 minutes, I am white as a ghost, sweating, and dizzy. They get to the morphine, and that hits my system fast. Everything slows down.

An hour later, I am rolled into the CT room for a scan with contrast of my abdomin. Then back to the ER room waiting for results. Doctor returns later and explains I have Pancreatitis. I'm thinking, okay, give me the meds and I'm out of here. No. Apparently, pancreatitis is extremely painful and heals very slowly. They admit me, roll me into a private room due to being on chemo watch, and put me on i.v. fluids only. No water, nothing to eat or drink by the mouth. Check my vitals every few hours throughout the first night, so I was in a haze.

So that's how I spent Saturday eve, Sunday and Monday. Just i.v. fluids in my little hospital room. 

Around 10 a.m, my radiologist contacted the hospital and helped get me discharged in time for a late radiation treatment. If I had to miss today's treatment, I would be delayed a whole week, which sucks. Still have to be on a liquid diet for the next 3 days, so I'm trying to figure out some things that are nutritious and won't inflame the pancreas again. Don't mess with the pancreas!