The Most Asked Question - How do you do it?

I'm not sure that today is the best day to be writing this; but the words are rolling around in my head and I can get on the laptop to put them into "print."  The reason I say that is I am not in the best of head spaces at the moment, but maybe that is not so bad.  It means a glimpse into the other side.

I don't know how I do it.  Part of it is guilt.  Does that surprise you?  Yes guilt.  I feel that I would be abandoning the people I love.  Abandoning my son and daughter, my sisters, my friends.  I feel the guilt because I can imagine the sadness that my death would bring them.  I do not want people I love to feel sad because of me.

Here is the other side of the guilt.  I feel guilty for still being around when so many that have been diagnosed after me had passed on.  Survivor's guilt they call it.  It sucks.  I've lost too many people to cancer.  Waiting for it to take me is like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

How do I do it?  I don't know.  I am tired.  I  may have mentioned it before in a post.  But I am tired of cancer.

Once was enough, 2003 was more than enough, but no for some reason I drew the lucky number in the cancer lottery.  2011 was awful.  I lost 2/3 of my right lung that year, and part of my intestines.  Spent three quarters of the year doing chemo, surgery, and being hospitalized.  Even lost a portion of my right pectoral muscle that year.  That was the year the earthquake hit Virginia.  I was in the hospital when it hit.  Then 2013, 2014, twice in 2016.

The first time in 2016 was May.  Tumor in the lung showed up.  Surgery, they got good margins, no chemo.  Then again in November.  I started feeling like I couldn't breath because of bronchitis or walking pneumonia.  Finally went to the ER.  Boy was I wrong.  Surgery was scheduled right before Christmas.  I thought they would just go in remove the tumors, but no, all they could do was drain the lung and debulk the tumors.  They are in my left lung, on the sack of the heart, in the lymph nodes, on the Vena Cava, and aorta.  Surgery really isn't an option anymore.

So yeah, I am tired.  I am tired of the trips to the doctor's office and his smiling face, telling me how great I am doing even though they really can't do anything for the cancer other than try to keep it from spreading, which really has been proven fruitless.  Eight months on a chemo and it spreads.  Since January 2017 I have been on three different chemo drugs.

I am tired of the blood draws, the CT scans, waiting for the reports.  I am tired of them trying to make everything sound so up.  Just be straight with me.  Did it spread?  Yes or no?  What is the next drug?  Just tell me.

Right now they are trying to give me quality of life rather than quantity.

The chemo I am on, Votrient, is the easiest chemo I've been on.  So far my side effects have been nausea, some fatigue, some shortness of breath, and my hair changing from dark brown to varying shades of silver and grey.  Salt and pepper.

I am tired of having to remember to take poison every morning.  800 mg of it.  Yeah, my breakfast is 800 mg of Votrient and water.  I have to wait about 15 minutes before I can have my first cup of coffee.

I am tired of feeling weak.  The Yolandis that I was on caused major breathing issues, so my physical activity was limited.  Kind of hard to want to do something physical when you can't breath.  Now on the Votrient the breathing issues are still there, but improved 100%.  I need to start working out to get into better shape, but I need motivation.

I am tired of feeling like I am a drain on my family and friends.

I am tired of worrying about co payments, taking meds, fighting the bills that were supposed to be covered.  Tired of worrying about gap insurance now I am on Medicare.

Did you know that insurance companies can pick and choose the areas (counties) they want to cover?  They don't have to offer gap insurance to everyone?  If I were 65 I'd have plans available.  Since I am not there is only one plan for people under 65 on disability, and they don't cover my area.  Medicaid is out because they said I am $200 over their cap on qualifying.  So now I have the 20% to cover that Medicare doesn't.  Grateful they cover 80% of the doctor's and hospital, but, yeah, I'm tired of worrying about that.

I am so tired of needles and blood draws, and reading then rereading the reports.

I am tired of feeling like if I show any weakness people will think less of me.  I am tired of feeling like I whine.

My daughter Jasmine, my dog Sasha, me, my dog Bailey

I am tired of the isolation.  I feel alone.  The days are all filled with the same thing.  I try to motivate, but it is really hard some days.  Yes, there are days I just go back to bed.  There are some days that I don't want to get up, but my dogs remind me that they are my responsibility and I have to take care of them because they love me.

Don't get me wrong, I don't wallow in pity.  I am working on socializing more.  I volunteer twice a week at Mary Washington.  One day for three hours we sew cough pillows for patients.  And the other day I volunteer I work in the Gift Shop.  I also go to "Meet up" things, there is a group of single people 50 and over that meet up and I try to go once a month.  I need to make more friends locally to have coffee with and talk to.  Like I said, I am working on it.

I am so tired of feeling like I am in white water rapids being rushed down the river with no hope.

How do I do it?  I don't know.  I journal.  Everyday.  Even if all I do is write down that I feel like crap.  I try to write something down every day to get it out.

I write this blog, yes, I don't write often, and it may not get read much, but with it I am trying to show my inner feelings and frustrations, so it is an outlet.  I actually end up feeling better by the time it is published.

How do I do it?  In my heart I know that my family and friends are there.

An update on the Lowe's job.  I emailed my supervisor about my concerns when it came to the customer service, and my inability to lift the 5 gallon buckets, and my limit to 15 hours a week.  Along with the concern of being scheduled three 8 hour days in a row.  (Down stocking and fronting on a four hour shift exhausted me, and I was honest with them in the interview I am not in shape, and I need to work on stamina).  After not hearing any response for five days, I figured that maybe I should work on getting in better shape before I try working there.  So I resigned.  I really didn't feel comfortable my concerns were not address.

I haven't given up looking for a part time job either.  There is something out there that can help me financially, physically and yes, mentally.

Thanks for reading this, I am in a better head space now.  Time to go have some breakfast and vacuum.