Showing posts with label aftermath of chemo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aftermath of chemo. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Break from chemo = whole new me!

1 extra week off chemo = a whole new me! I feel so much better. First, I've been healthy since Saturday, which is crazy in itself. I'm sure I had healthy times during the first 13 weeks of treatment, but I can only remember one fully healthy day throughout that. So 5 days in a row is a huge gift. The Lord definitely set this all up so I could have a break. I had no idea how much I needed it until I felt well again. On Monday I took Abigail out for a special time and realized it was the first experience in a long time that I didn't want to end. Throughout chemo I've been doing enjoyable things that I could appreciate, but inside I always wanted them to end so I could go home. It came on slowly enough that I felt like that was just who I a now, instead of a temporary problem.

With my newly improved braine made some observations about cancer treatment. First, all the fuss about the governor's new state employee insurance changes makes more sense. In case anyone didn't know, this year (without any notice at all for me), it changed so state employees have costly co-pays for "special" drugs. Before this year all my chemo went as expected; the doctor ordered the drugs and the chemo nurse injected me. No big deal. Now there's a third party I have to go through, so the doctor orders the drugs and I have to approve them, pay $60-100 each, and I'm supposed to arrange for them to be delivered to my home, keep them in the fridge, then take them with me to the doctor for him to administer. I was able to change my address to Rassam's office, so they get and store the drugs for me, athough that means they also get my receipts and some bills because of it. Anyway, my biweekly bill for the doctor visit + drugs was $70 before Christmas, and after that it changed to $370. We're fine because of the fundraiser, but that's a big change for the average joe. A worker told me tons of people are just stopping their treatments because they can't afford it. 

Anyway, I thought this was all crummy, plus chemo drugs are sensitive-the nurse has to wear a special chemo gown and gloves, so I also think it's extremely irresponsible for this third party to insist on sending the drugs to our homes. I don't want the responsibility to protect, store, and transport them. Regardless of all that though, the first treatment I had was at the hospital because the third company couldn't get my drugs out in time. I just got a notice that insurance didn't pay it yet (no big deal, I think they're just late, not billing me), and the fee for 1 treatment was $33, 709. THIRTY-THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!!! For one time! I got 4 of those, and 12 of this other one that I think is cheaper. And this is for a treatment ALL my doctors say canNOT cure me!!!!!!!! Can you imagine what it would cost for a treatment that worked!!??? No wonder the nurse at the hospital kept trying to feed me. That lunch I tossed out probably cost $250. So. Thank the Lord for insurance. It seems like one sicky costs them so much more than they could ever make from the healthy people. And I don't blame the state for wanting a little more cash for our special drugs. I do really pity those on fixed incomes who will suffer from it though.

That's that. Don't read it as a political statement, just a story. The other thing I noticed is about how little it mattered to Rassam that I lost my smell (it's mostly back, for now, btw). When following a minute amount of research on cancer I learned that they always measure "quality of life" as they search for the ideal balance between longer survival (drugs), and decreased quality of life (side effects). I believe this is the reason Rassam doesn't want me to get radiation after my mastectomy, but I need to ask him to be sure. Anyway, a common quality of life indicator is weight loss. Five pounds is a problem to them, but I'm not sure if that's the definition. I find it fascinating that they call this "anorexia". As if the weight loss caused by virtual inability to consume or digest food is now a mental illness. I'm sure a man came up with that one. My weight has fluctuated severely over my life, but has oddly stabilized during chemo. I actually gained a few at first, but when I started the anti-cancer diet it stopped. I happen to think I deserve to lose some weight, given the restrictions I follow and how much cancer stinks. But, Rassam is glad I haven't "become anorexic". The point is they pay much more attention to my weight than my senses. I know it's not good for cancer patient's health to lose weight, but I would LOVE to assure all researchers that my quality of life was considerably lower with the loss of smell and most taste than it would have been if I dropped a few pounds.

Tomorrow is my next chemo treatment. I'm really excited, because I'll only have 6 more after that. I'm going to ask if it's possible to switch to the triple-strength one that I'd only have to get every three weeks. It might be worse but perhaps I would have more recovery time and be happier overall. 

Ps 147:7-9
"Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving: Make music to our God on the harp. He covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills. He provides food for cattle and for the young ravens when they call."

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Warfare

Yesterday I mentioned to Yaacov that it was the first day I felt entirely healthy in a long time. So, it should have been no surprise that right before bed last night I got very sick. Today I'm miserably ill, worse than I have been in a long time. Nice. I am extraordinarily fortunate that it's a weekend though, and that Yaacov is available to watch the kids.

While I was tossing and turning last night I got to thinking about more cruel "irony" of this cancer. I have been upset for awhile because two of my doctors recommend I have my ovaries removed along with my double mastectomy. This is general recommendation for all women who have finished their childbearing and have the BRCA1 genetic mutation. I won't go into all the reasons it upsets me but in general, it would be the end of all things that make me a female. Plus, there are a lot of downsides to going through menopause 20 years early.

I realized last night that there's more to all this warfare. Eve committed the first human sin in the garden and was punished with pain in childbearing. The ability to produce and nourish life was hers alone, and then the joy of it was tempered with pain because of bad choices. Now some of her descendants have this genetic mutation that causes corruption and death to those same special abilities and body parts. The earthly solution is to take those away from us. Either option is a punishment, as is having to make the decision. I will be praying for more wisdom and I'm certain He will help me figure out what to do.

Genesis 3:16, "To the woman He said, 'I will greatly increase your pains during childbearing. With pain you will give birth to children,".

I believe my forefathers, these Ashkenazi jews with the mutation, did something noteworthy to deserve this generational curse. I am convinced the genetic mutation is a punishment, and I can't wait to get to heaven and hear the story (if I can't learn it beforehand). However, in the meantime God can and does use all things (even cancer and what goes along with it!) the enemy intends for evil into good. I will also pray every day for the next 14 years (until Abigail can get the test done) that my girls do not have the mutation.

Romans 8:28, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose."