A Visit to a FB Post - The Gift of Experience

I posted this on Facebook a year ago, and to be honest, I forgot about it.  That is until today when someone liked it.  I re read it and started wishing I would have rediscovered it at the beginning of the hectic holiday season.  

Everyone is in such a hurry to find the perfect gift, rushing here and there, using up their life energy to find it.  What if that perfect gift was as close as your phone?  You know what I mean, that thing you are probably reading this on.  It really is a multi functioning tool!!

Not only can this be a perfect thing for someone on your list, it is also a gift to yourself.  What a bargain! Two for one!

I was chatting with a friend a while ago.  She was lamenting over getting a gift for a mutual friend.

My suggestion was - give her an experience.

Her response - I can't afford to give an experience!  That stuff is expensive!!  Then I explained.

The gift of an experience is not a big trip.  It could be something as simple as finding a new coffee roaster, going there and having a cup of coffee enjoying the fact you are together chatting.  Or to a bakery that is out of the way known for pie, a card or letter, whatever your imagination can come up with.  Maybe a trip to the zoo.  Or simply sitting on a park bench enjoying the weather having lunch.  Or a phone call just to laugh at things in memory lane.  Yes, phone calls are gifts.  (Even to those of us who have come to hate phones)

A gift of experience doesn't have to be something big, heck, it doesn't even have to be from someone else.  You can give yourself gifts of experiences.  

The gift is connection.  That connection will last longer than things.

Think of it this way.  Things are just things.  They can be useful, or decorative, even wearable.  But they get old and fade, maybe break, go out of fashion or just become a bother because it is one more thing to handle or deal with.  

An experience is forever!!  The memory is always there accessible. The laughter or the simple serenity of the moment the sunshine feeling warm on your face and the breeze gently blowing your hair.

So we all can give each other and ourselves those memorable gifts.

Time Keeps on Slipping, Slipping....

For the most part the terminal thing doesn't bother me.  We are all going to die someday.  Just some

of us know it will be sooner rather than later.  To be honest, I'd prefer later.  Much, much later; but it seems later is a very relative term too.  Later to me would be measured in years rather than months.

You guessed it.  Today being terminal bothers me a bit.  There are actually several things that go into it bothering me today - well OK on the days it does bother me; they are not all that often but it happens.

For instance, time does fly.  Even when I am doing nothing.  Before I know it I am making dinner, feeding the dogs and deciding if I want to read or watch an hour or two of TV.  Seriously, I mean a day of nothing.  Vacuum, dishes, sit outside if it is nice.  If I decide to read - well there goes hours.  Another day gone.  Am I a day closer?  I don't know.  To be honest neither does the doctor, but considering that the tumors are growing on the aorta, on the left lung and in the intestine, well that just doesn't give me a warm fuzzy.

I am considered disabled because of the terminal cancer, and the side effects that the chemo causes.  I have really good days, and about a week to ten days of crap after chemo.  I'd love to be working, but I have that conundrum, should I be honest?  Usually things bite me in the rear when I don't do the right thing.

During interviews you do not have to give any health information.  But once you have a job offer, well, that is where things can get sticky.  To be honest, I totally understand it.  I mean do you tell them "Hey by the way now I am hired, I have to do chemo every 3 weeks, am sick for about 10 days after, need time off for doctor appointments, oh yeah CT scans, Echo cardiograms every 3 weeks, and there probably will be an occasional stay in the hospital.  Oh, and they say it is terminal."  Could you see the look on the face?  That would be one to take a picture of.  Not to mention I'd burst out laughing.  But I sort of miss working.  I had a game plan.  Monday through Friday was work.  Saturday and Sunday, field day the house and one project in the house.  Structure.  As crazy as it can make me, I had structure.  I have tried the schedule thing, yeah, I am not the best in the world at it.  But I keep trying.

Although if I do things right I could be constantly on the run - but I'd have to win the lottery for that, oh yeah, I have one ticket I need to check the numbers on.  Keep your fingers crossed.

Yes, I have done some amazing things in the past year and a half - give or take, but I'd rather not be

terminal.  I'd rather not have that in the back of my mind waiting to sneak out and tell me that the clock is ticking, get to living before you die.

I would trade it all, for a "normal" by my definition of life, more time with my family.  More time with Jim, Liz and Jasmine. More time to learn.  Learn what?  I don't know.  There is a whole world of knowledge out there, and I am trying to ingest some of it.

Chemo brain really sucks.  Things get in my brain, but get lost in there.  Remember when we went to France and Italy?  Here is an example of chemo brain.  I had been doing Italian language courses for a year, even before the cancer came back.  Basic beginner, I don't want to look like a total idiot tourist stuff.  What did I remember?  Bango.  BATHROOM.  Seriously.  That is it.  Still can't remember sh**!  Bango, bathroom, sh**.  Get it?  Where is your sense of  humor?

Right now every so often I get the little voice in my head - "Hurry up do this, do something, do that, face this fear, go here, go there, don't worry about finances, eat this, do that, hurry, hurry, hurry, you are wasting time.  You're going to die. Hurry!"

That voice can cause a paralysis.  What to do?  How do I get there?  What will it cost?  Where do I go?  Add that to the normal life things, paying for groceries, utilities and the such my head just gets crazy. Those questions run rampant in my head the days the little voice screams at me the end is near.

It is very easy (I have been very guilty of this) to allow oneself to become isolated and introverted.  It can be exhausting to be around people.  Not because of the chemo, but because sometimes people are exhausting.

For me it is easier to speak to a group of people than individuals.  Hard to believe?  It is true.  Well, as long as I could walk around.  Standing in one place may be a challenge.

When I went to the Intro to Kayaking I had all sorts of reasons why I should just stay home and skip it.  Really, some of them were good, some were from left field.  Why?  I don't know.  Perhaps it was because it was beyond my comfort zone.

Water aerobics is on the horizon.  I actually have a swimsuit I will wear. Tomorrow on the way back

from the mechanic (car is clunking left front, and a hum right rear wheels told you I have first world problems) I'll stop at the pool and see what the schedule is.  Classes at 10:00 would be nice.

I am not depressed.  I know what that feels like, I am just not liking things right now.  No, I am not sorry for  myself.  I will never be sorry for myself.  Cancer has taught me how strong I can be, and how amazing my family and friends are.

Ever see that movie "The Secrete Life of Walter Mitty"?  I am Walter.  I am that person who had gotten comfortable in my life working everyday, paying bills, squirrelling away a little nest egg (those things go fast by the way, so try to double your nest egg, don't learn the hard way you should have doubled it) being forced to face life and do things that I would only dream of and never do.  Only I keep realizing there is so much more I want to do - and time keeps on slipping, slipping.

I just don't want to have it end.

Walking Through the Past - or Stupid Shit I Believed

Dealing with cancer gives you the opportunity to walk down memory lane, perhaps more than any one person would want to.  It can make you remember some of the oddest things, and make you say, "Huh, maybe that has a bit to do with how I am".

Now, I am not going to get into the "feel sorry for me"  or the "abused" story.  Life was not easy for my brothers or sisters, nor myself.  But that is past, and I have come to terms, a sort of peace if you will.  My parents did the best they could considering their lives, I determined to do better and end cycles.  Now I understand where some of my issues came from.  I have  no problems speaking about my past, but it is a different conversation.

BUT you know the stupid shit we were told, that some of us believed, now that is another story!!  So is the stupid shit we did.

I have not a clue what made me think of some of this, maybe part of it is trying to find the family tree.  It is spider webbing out in a couple of directions, but as far as my father's family, it is stagnant.

OK, I freely admit my parents were "older" (Dad 55 and mom 35) and raised with different values, hence, I have had some values I needed to re-learn over the years.  Trust me it has taken years for some.

What am I talking about?  How about that old saying "A woman's place is in the home."  Yeah, I was raised with that one.  Seriously.  I learned to cook really young.  I remember being 5 and scrambling eggs. I still have issues with eggs to this day.  They have to be just about "perfect" (my idea of perfect" before I can eat them.  A little brown on them?  NOPE.  A little bit of the egg white kind of jelly like slime?  ABSOLUTELY NOT!  Brown on an over medium egg?  NO.  Over hard?  Nope.  Over medium if you please, not a speck of brown on the edges, yolk perfect for dunking, and absolutely no snotty white.

I learned to cook, and to clean.  Do laundry.  I learned how to iron clothing, and how to not put too much starch.  I was being raised to be little Suzy Homemaker.  Never could get the hang of gardening though.  But in my defense, when my mom thought learning how to grow vegetables was a good thing, I had no interest.  To be honest, neither did she.  They just opened Neff Pool, a public pool for the neighborhood.  I'd rather be in the water in the summer.  Thank you very much!

So getting back to the "woman's place is in the home" thing.  My parents didn't believe that an education was all that important.  In elementary school, I wasn't allowed to do homework.  That was fine by me, I hated it.  All the teachers were really old, older than I am now, and one of them farted lots.  I remember her being bent over helping one student her butt all near this kid's face and she let one go.  He threw up.

I was a Tom Boy.  I climbed trees, rode my "English Racer" bike at top speed trying to stand on the handle bars (yeah, that didn't work out too well, but it didn't stop me either).  I wanted to play base ball with the boys.  I collected baseball cards.  My dad would show me things in the car engine.  But all that time I was still learning the how to be a good housewife stuff. Hell, my Dad taught me to fight.  I was to defend my younger sister and brother, and if  I was in a fight - I better damn well have won.

In Junior High, Margaret Spellacy, the dress code changed.  (Yes there was a dress code, and girls could not wear pants at all.  Only dresses and skirts)  Girls were allowed to wear JEANS!!  Can you say HEAVEN?  Dress shirts, but jeans!!!!

From that day forward, I wore only jeans.  Until one day in high school, my mom threw out all my jeans.  I needed to start acting like a "lady" and dress that way.  (Don't worry, I ended up with jeans again)

Back on track, no being encouraged for college was not on the table.  Hell, it was a HUGE deal I graduated high school!  I was encouraged to become a "legal" secretary.  Why the hell a legal secretary I have no idea, I wanted nothing to do with law. You do remember that "Tom Boy" thing?  Never really grew out of it.  Parents couldn't beat it out of me either - I mean come on really?  Remember the teaching me to fight?

I was encouraged to do, become a secretary.  At the ripe old age of 17 I was entering the work force as a secretary.  Do your job, get your boss's coffee, don't complain, meet your husband, stop working when you have a baby, and have another baby.  Let's just say I was very conflicted.

I always had a problem with that coffee thing. But here is what I was ALWAYS told:

"SECRETARIES SHOULD LOOK LIKE LADIES.  LOOK LIKE  MODELS.  WEAR MAKEUP ALL THE TIME.  NEVER WEAR PANTS, DRESSES AND SKIRTS." Oh yeah, I didn't swear around my parents.  But...….

Do you know what kind of crap that is?  I actually did that too!  Perfect make up every day.  I did that crap for years.  Hell, I worked at a place where if a female had short hair she wouldn't get promoted.  When I bought work clothes they were always business dressy. Neat, simple lines.  Looked good.

God I can see me as a 17 year old in my first couple of jobs.  Naïve as all get out too, seriously you can be naïve and have common sense, or at least there were time I did.  I got fired from a job because I laughed and joked with the installers.  Never mind it was in front of everyone.  Nothing inappropriate either.  But I have had jobs where I was made uncomfortable because of the double standard of behavior.  My answer?  Quit without notice as soon as you find another job, or just quit.  Then damage the car and not get caught.

If I had encouragement to go to college out of high school, would I have?  Probably.  Did I know what I wanted out of life?  Hell to the no.  What 17 year old does.  Oh, and the only reason I waited till I was 17 to graduate was if I had graduated at 16 I would have needed a work permit and could only work part time.  Besides, who the hell would higher a 16 year old for a job with benefits?

If I could change things would I?  ABSOLUTELY NOT!!  All that has happened to me in the past, the good, the bad, the horrid made me who I am.  All the stuff that made those scars I wear so proudly made me.

It has been a long road to get to who I am today, and I really actually like myself.  In fact I love myself.  You have to be able to love yourself and value yourself before you can truly love and value others.  Oh, and that includes having cancer.  I would not change having it.  It truly has been a double edged sword.

On one hand it has taught me I am stronger than I know.  I have more friends than I realized.  That my children love me, even when I was broken they loved me.  It has also taught me I cannot go through this alone.  I need you all.  I am grateful for you all.

The other hand, it has shown my weakness.  I have a hard time with that.  It has shown me I cannot always be strong for everyone.  I cannot always hold my head up and fight or jump on the white charger and save the world.  Which I have a hard time with.  Such a hard time I hide.  I withdraw.  I am learning not to be such a ninny, but it will take work.



So what stupid shit were you told?  What did you believe?  Would you change it?

What does Terminal Look Like?

I am in a very interesting position.  I have cancer and I am terminal.  Yes, it is.  It is amazing to my how many people have preconceived ideas on what a terminal cancer patient should look like. Or for that matter what a cancer patient looks like.

There are many of us that do not fit those preconceived ideas, we almost look normal.  Whatever normal is. I don’t fit into any of those preconceived ideas.

What do I mean preconceived?  Well here are a few thing I have people tell me.

People who have cancer and are getting chemotherapy are bald. 

No.  Absolutely not.  Chemotherapy drug are harsh.  They kill cells.  Both healthy and cancerous.  But not all people go bald.  In fact, there are some therapies put into use right now that actually help the patient keep their hair.  It is cold therapy.  Not everyone is able to use it, and it may not work for as well for every patient.  But for those who losing their hair would be horrifying, it gives them options.  Some people only have their hair thin out.  One year my eyelashes fell out along with all my hair.  That was hard to deal with.  I like my eyes.  My eyelashes are my vanity.

That was my experience with the antibody chemo therapy - thinning hair.  I hated it.  I’d rather be bald.  I kept my hair buzzed. To me it is better to be bald rather than have balding spots or thinning hair. 

All cancer patients are always sick and vomiting or at least nauseated.

When I went through cancer in 2003 I would have said this is the truth.  But over the years they have made huge leaps in anti-nausea drugs. 

Don’t get me wrong.  We still, well not everyone, but I still get nauseated.  But the anti-nausea drugs work wonders.  There are even what they call “break through” anti-nausea drugs.  Basically, they are a medication you take when your normal medication does not stop the nausea, and you feel like vomiting up dinner from last year.

Cancer patients don’t eat. 

Well, the further on in your chemo, some may not want to eat.  Some don’t eat early on because of sores that can developed in the mouth and throat.   Believe me when we feel like eating, we eat.  Mainly because we know there are those days we don’t feel like it, or will feel like crap.

I have days when every couple of hours I am eating something.   Doesn’t matter to me healthy food or not.  Calories.  That is all I am trying to get into my system. I know there will be days I don’t want to eat, or eat very little.  So, when I can I do.  My body will store it and when I need it I will have it.  Unfortunately, there never is enough stored.  

In fact, once this is published, I am going to have pumpkin pie.

All cancer patients are extremely thin. 

Um.  No.  Depending on the treatment, and the amount of steroids given.  Yes.  Steroids are routinely given to cancer patients.  Helps with some of the side effects.  Unfortunately, because of the different body types and reactions, some people swell up.  For those patients it is heart breaking.  I have no idea why it happens.  It just does.  

Not all patients are deathly thin either.  Some may get to that point later in treatment.  But not all.  Everything depends on the drugs used (if they treat with drugs) and again the body’s reaction.

All cancer patients are tired all the time. 

Well, there is some truth in that.  But not 100% of the time.  Depending on the chemotherapy, and cycle, a patient can feel exhausted one week, tired the next, and almost normal the following.

One of my treatments a few years ago was the MAIDS treatment.  Chemo for a week, then two weeks off during which I received radiation therapy.  First week I felt like crap, second better.  When the time for chemo came around again, I felt pretty normal.  Later maybe cycle 4 or 5 I would be tired.  Exhausted all the time by cycle 6.

Terminal patients look like the dead walking. 

Well, maybe nearing the end, and some prior to but not all.  Just because I don't look half dead doesn't mean a thing.

Cancer patients are sick all the time or should always wear masks and stay away from everyone.

Not all the time.  We are more susceptible to getting sick if the chemotherapy kills off our white cells, or interferes with the production of the red blood cells,

Usually when that happens, we end up in the hospital, but not all the time.  A couple of times my blood counts were way down, but I felt fine, even felt almost "normal". 

When the blood counts are normal for the most part we are normal.

Cancer patients are always depressed.

No.  Not all the time.  Yes, there are times we get depressed.  It is only normal.  It gets tiring having blood taken, running to the doctor, treatments, hospital visits, MRIs, CT Scans and the such.  

I prefer to laugh and go out and enjoy life, but yes, even I get depressed once in awhile.

I am terminal.  For six months I received anti-body chemo therapy. Every other week. My hair got thinned out, so I buzz cut it.  I’d feel good the day after. But then for about three days I’d be tired.  The further along in the cycles, the longer the tiredness lasted.  Lack of appetite usually comes from the way chemo affected the taste buds.  Everything ends up feeling yuk, and tasteless.

We have changed my chemo to Yolendes.  Sea sponge derivative.  I have had one cycle.  I get chemo for 24 hours.  I go home with a working pump, go back the next day and have it removed.  The day after I feel good.  Again, those steroids.  The third day I start feeling, sick.  Like a cold or flu.  Then it gets worse for about three or four days.  Gets better after that.  Exhaustion so bad that getting out of bed is a feat in itself.  Eating?  No thank you.  Drinking?  Sipping water every so often but not enough.

Chemo affects the production of white blood cells.  When I was on the Anti-body I got Neulasta.    I prefer the Neaulasta and its issues to the shots.  Nupegen shots burn like hell.

They skipped my second round of chemo with the sea sponge.  Because the chemo made my white cells crash.  If you do not have a good blood count, they don’t do chemo.  They would be endangering your life if they did.  I assume it is the same way with all chemo.

I spent a few days in the hospital because of pneumonia, and it was after chemo.  The doctors at the ER were spazzing out  because my counts kept dropping.  I kept telling them it was the chemo treatment.  They finally decided that a blood transfusion would be a good idea.  They actually do help.  Bumps up the red count.  

I get told you can’t be terminal.  You look good.  Your skin is in good shape.  You don’t look sick.  I have had three weeks to recover from that treatment, so I look better.  The further into treatment I get the longer the side effects will last, and I will end up fitting that image people have of terminal. Well, maybe.

But I plan on doing things my way.  Treatment is to slow the cancer, or keep it in place.  It won’t cure it.  I am going for the quality of life.  If the chemo lets the cancer spread.  We are onto the next one.  If the time spent recovering becomes longer, or my system starts crashing and I end up in the hospital more, the treatment changes. Or I just stop chemo totally.  Boy, then I will end up fitting that image.

Please, just because a cancer patient doesn’t look like a dead man walking, don’t assume they are lying, or exaggerating.  Just because we laugh, and joke and look strong, don’t assume.  Cancer patients are great actors and actresses.  I know.

I wish I had Breast Cancer instead, said no sane person ever

Well, that was your first mistake.  You thought I was sane.

Why would I say something awful like that?  Let me explain before everyone gets their panties in a bunch and stuck.

Breast cancer is the most common form of cancer in the United States, with approximately 249,000 women diagnosed last year. Sarcomas?  Approximatly12,300.   That actually is all soft tissue cancers.  That is a big difference.  That over 230,000 cases means more research is done and new treatments come out regularly.  There is more fund raising, more financial help (if you dig and look), more options available for treatment.  A better chance for survival.  This morning on Good Morning America they did a bit and the numbers of survival are higher than ever.

Actually this is rather exciting, there is a new treatment for metastatic breast cancer, just approved!https://www.upi.com/Health_News/2017/09/29/FDA-approves-new-treatment-for-metastatic-breast-cancers/7571506697863/

They are coming out with new treatments, trials, and ways of detecting it, which is amazing.  There is funding to help stop it.  To help those with it.

Sarcomas?  Not so much.  Look it is a game of numbers.  Sarcomas are rare, and of the 12,300 there are 50 typed.  Some they can't identify, so they are lumped together as "unidentifiable".  Not much research done, although there are some out there that are swimming against the tide.

"If caught early, sarcomas can be treated effectively with surgery. However, if the disease spreads, or metastasizes, treatment with chemotherapy does relatively little to slow disease progression or improve survival. The median survival time after diagnosis of advanced disease is 12 to 16 months. In 2015, 12,000 people were diagnosed with soft-tissue sarcomas and 5,000 died of the disease, according to the American Cancer Society." Columbia University Medical Center

41% die.  I am going to die.

Last year, Latruvo was fast-tracked through the FDA.  It is the newest treatment.  It was a huge break through in decades.  You want to know what they got excited about?  Not that it can end the cancer, but perhaps extend the life by a year.    Here is the article on it with more information:  https://www.news-medical.net/news/20160721/Adding-new-monoclonal-antibody-to-chemotherapy-improves-survival-in-soft-tissue-sarcoma-patients.aspx

I can't find any references to any break troughs from prior to that.  In reality, if it is live or die, a year is good, as long as the year is good quality.

What is the point?  I have cancer, it is called Sarcoma, so do many others.  The point?  I wish more people would acknowledge the rarer cancers.  More research would be done.  More help available for those with Sarcomas. 

It won't happen in my lifetime, but soon I hope.

The Adventures of Yondelis, the sea sponge chemo

Actually I finished cycle two.  The first cycle I thought I felt so crappy because of being exhausted.  Nope.  This time it kicked my ass.

I got hooked up on Thursday Oct.5, went home with my buddy the pump, felt ok, Friday felt normal.  Went about my day, got the pump taken off.

Got up Saturday, and felt a bit yucky, but wanted to check out Toastmasters.  You know push the comfort zone thing.  I didn't make it through the whole thing.

About 15 minutes after I got there, I started feeling dizzy, and nausea kicked in hard.  Went and sat in the refreshment room, downed some Zofran, still felt like crap.  As soon as I felt ok enough to drive home, I did.

I spent three day in bed.  If it weren't for the dogs, I would have just stayed in bed.  I would get up let them out, back to bed, get up feed them, back to bed.  And I had to really push myself to do that.  My body was beyond exhausted.  I was sipping water which just nauseated me.

When I did get up, I to let the girls out, I'd open a can of soup, drain the broth into a cup, warm it, sip it, and leave the cup and can on the counter.  Seriously disgusting for me. 

I'd wake up and say I have to get up; my body said like hell.  I'd fall back to sleep, just to be on the hamster wheel.  I finally felt ok enough to get to CVS and get some ginger ale (craving it like crazy), pedalyte, and Gatorade.  I was getting dehydrated. 

Finally able to keep fluids down, I started sipping as much as I could at one time.  Trying to increase it a little every time I took a couple of drinks.

I saw my doctor yesterday, we are going to stay the course with it.  After the third cycle, we'll see if the sarcomas are being kept in check or if they are spreading.  If they are in check, we will reduce the dose a bit to try to ease the side effects.

The joy I have to look forward to Oct. 26 or is it the 27th?

Random Emotions

If someone is reading this, I thank you.  I don't know if anyone really reads or pays attention, or even thinks about some of the stuff I write.  Opening people's thought processes and perhaps helping them view things in a minute change of light would be nice but, I don't know no one really says anything.

Don't expect a happy, serious, uplifting, courageous, point of view of knowing I am dying.  No laughter this time.  At the moment I don't have any to share.  Lots of people with cancer will get to this point at one time or another.  Maybe it just took more for me.  OH, and please if you are offended by cussing, well, you may just want to pass this one up.  This will be one that is raw emotion, no filter.

Had the 24 hour chemo Thursday.  Took the pump off Friday, felt pretty good.  Woke up Saturday, feeling ok, kinda rough, but gotta live life.  I went to a Toastmasters, and was there maybe 20 minutes before I had to leave.  Sat in the refreshment area for another 20 minutes till I was sure I was ok to drive home.  Lost three freaking days to nausea and exhaustion.  I don't mean the sleep another 15 minutes.  I mean the type where your body says fuck you you aint' doing shit.

Anyone who has been to my home knows I like it neat and tidy, my oasis.  My idea of doing anything for the past few days was opening a can of soup, draining the broth in a bowl, nuking it,  eating part of it and be happy that I put the bowl and can on the counter rather than dropping it.

What does it mean that I am told I am brave?  Hell, I don't know.  I have no choice in the matter.  I pulled the short stick on life.  SIX fucking times.  Seriously, once wasn't enough, I just had to make sure that it was as bad as I thought.

Brave, yeah right.  Bullshit.  I would say I made this bed, so now I have to lay in it, but I didn't, life made it, but I still have to lay in it.

Graceful?  Courageous? Dealing with dignity?  How is that, someone please explain to me.  Because I laugh?  I have no choice.  Crying isn't an option.  Shit I remember the last time I really cried, and no one  that was around knew what to do or how to react.  Come to think of it, I don't know exactly how to react to someone crying.

So many think I have my shit together.  Or that I have my little ducks in a row.  Those little bastards are flying everywhere and shitting on everything.

I am going to die sooner rather than later.  Wrapping your head around something like that isn't the easiest thing to do.  Although, I have had since 2003 and several trial runs to do it.  Nothing like it is inoperable, and spreading to make trying new chemotherapy sound appealing.  Hell yeah, use me as your ginneau (shit I can't spell that) pig, I'll give it a go. Maybe the cancer won't spread!  You see the line rounding up around the building.  A huge line of one.  ME.  At least where I am.

Dying.  I don't want to die.  I want to find a fucking job and work, pay my bills, and make my children proud of me.  That is what is most important to me.  I want them to be proud of who I became, not the lost idiot who had no back bone I was.  I want them to have more memories of me that are fun and good.  I don't want to go.  Not yet.  I am not ready.  But it is something I have to face every day.  I have always been proud of them.  Even when I had my head up my ass.  I knew I did two things in my life right. 

I want my sisters to learn to communicate better, rather than the knee jerk reaction of lashing out when they think they have been wrongs.  Temper has always been a bad thing in the Caputo family.  Problem is it flares fast, and lasts.  They need to step back and ask, why did you say that?  Or at least think before they speak or type.  The hardest thing in the world to do.  You have no idea how many times I have typed something just to delete it after I calmed down.

All my friends I want to know that I am horrid at  communication.  Always have been unless it is the written word, and then I am bad because I forget to mail stuff.  The only person I ever was 100% jolly on the spot when mailing something was when Jim Sr. was in college.  I knew how many days it took a letter to get to him and back, and I would read each letter, write and run to the nearest mailbox with the soonest pick up.

Honestly, I am not ignoring you.  I think about my friends constantly.  I know actions speak louder than words.  To be honest, I don't have the words to express what friendship means to me.  I have always been that odd ball loner kid.  I quake in my boots in social situations.  I actually am introverted.  I hide it well.  Huh, I was that odd ball loner kid, and I am an odd ball adult.  Lately, it seems that I am living on something that is starting to become an island.  Everyone is moving.  One of the reasons I made myself go to Toastmasters, I am becoming that crazy lady with cancer and two dogs.  Guess I will have to see what Senior Activities there are.

Back to having my shit together and dying.  I don't have my shit together.  I am the most unorganized, lost soul I know.  (Please don't take the lost soul religiously).

I only started pulling my head out of my preverbal ass back in 2008.  I was becoming a person I didn't like.  Rescue can do that to you if you stay too long in it.  I stayed too long I think.

So what happened in 2008?  I got a call.  There was a job opening in BaseTel.  I said ok, well after I asked my ex, turned the shelter over to a great group of people who are running it.  (I literally stepped away, thick headed ownership issues).

Even got divorced in 2010.  Hope he is happy with whoever he is with.  Seriously.  Everyone deserves to be happy in this life.  As long as they are good to each other and good together.

Over the years here, I have paid off bills, helped others anonymously, even had a nest egg.  (Had is the active word here.)  I thought the worst for me was when the contract ended and I lost my job.  Been looking for one ever since.  Phone interviews, even an in person couple, but no job.

Guess I was wrong when I thought the worst happened.  Now I need to figure a way to get a job, pay bills, do chemo that makes me sick, afford insurance (car and health), keep a roof over my head and food on the table.  Not much.  People tell me not to worry about money.  Well, that is hard.  Especially when it pays for the things that keep you alive.  Even if the time is limited.  I think the one thing that all cancer patients worry about is money.  I couldn't imagine being faced with the possibility of being homeless and having cancer.  Even if you have someone you can move in with, cancer wears  on everyone, and you could soon become that anchor around someone's neck.

At the moment I don't feel as raw as I did when I started.  I've calmed down, there are still lots of things I need to address, but right now, I don't want to.  But I can't let that become a habit.  Not doing something.

Do me a favor.  In the comments section pick a number 1-52.  The first six numbers that are different I'll invest a dollar for a lottery ticket.

What will I do if it wins?  Pay bills, support sarcoma research, random acts of kindness to strangers, help family and friends.

Being Termnal or Having an Expiration Date

Many people are uncomfortable with the fact I am open with the fact I have an expiration date.  That is unfortunate.  They seem to miss the in-between.

What do I mean in-between?  The in-between time from finding out you are going to die with an approximate time frame to the point where you actually check out of this life.

I guess people don't know what to expect.  I think they seem to expect me to be weak, and feeble.   When they see me, they see someone who looks healthy.  Ok, well maybe a bit anorexic (down to 105 pounds) yeah I do have some dark circles under my eyes.

Sometimes I get the feeling they want to ask questions, but don't want to offend or are afraid of the answers.

Personally I wish people would ask questions.  Questions make you think, and if you think you can solve things.

Having a sort of rough day

I woke up feeling ok.  Actually slept through the night.  Got up only once!  Seriously for me that is amazing.  I try to drink plenty of fluid to flush out the drugs.

But still I am having a rough day.  I know it is basically hormones gone crazy.  Long lasting drugs have long lasting effects.

I felt ok, then I turned on the TV.  What a shock.  So much negative things going on, so many people needing help.  I say my little prayer for everyone.  It is a simple one, may the world and all it's people know healing, both physical and mental, have a roof, and food.  But most of all develop the willingness to try to understand one another, accept we are not the change and learn to work together despite the differences.  Oh, and for me, I'd like to win $100,000.00 after taxes and giveaway to others.

So why is it a sort of rough day?  Regular life seems over whelming right now.  Actually, I feel better than I did a couple hours ago, I sat outside and listened to the birds and watched Bailey and Sasha run and play.  It helped calm my mind and emotions.

Still a bit overwhelmed.  Just by things that need done, lists that need completed, budgeting, needing a job.  I don't think the fact my left foot/leg still is swelling and aching.  They can't figure out why either. I don't think the limpy gimpy helps the job hunt.

A woman I know of (because I know her children) cancer is back.  They are draining her lung today.  I pray it goes well and somehow it goes away for her.

So many people with cancer.  So many with it coming back.  It is overwhelming.

I am stressing over health insurance too.  Cost.  It is going to go up, I know it is.  Do I stay with the Cobra for one more year or try for Medicare?  Social Security said, "OH, you are disabled!" but the disability payment doesn't start until December.  No back pay either.  You have to be out of work for 5 months.  The whole thing is a pain in the ass, but something is better than nothing.  And unemployment doesn't cover because of the disability.

Oh, and folks, just because someone gets disability, don't assume it is easy street.  If I pay for health insurance the mortgage/rent is short, or visa versa.  Not to mention other things like electric, water, gas, car insurance.  The only reason I say this is because of a comment someone made.  Oh, so you won't have to worry about anything once it kicks in.  No, people still have to worry, and scrimp and save.  So do me a huge favor, the next time you hear someone is on disability, have a bit of compassion for them and say a little prayer that somehow things work out for them.

Ultra sound showed no clots.  X-ray of the knee show a bit of arthritis.  X-ray of the foot and ankle showed a heel spur, which I had no idea was there, and some arthritis, which again I didn't know was there.  The top of the food aches and sometimes it feels like it is burning.  Oh, and the skin on the one side is sensitive.  You know the kind of sensitive that when you touch it is sorta hurts, but you touch it again just to make sure you felt it right?  Yeah, that kind.  You can't help but touch it.

Oh for the record, yes I did eat breakfast, so my off day isn't because of that, no I didn't drink as much water as I normally do yesterday, but I am no dehydrated.

Maybe it is just that damn achy foot.  After a while it can be irritating.

I think I am going to take a nap.  I feel tired.

Speeding Thoughts & Emotions

Wow two in one day.  Amazing isn't it?

I have had an issue with attention deficit for a long time.  I have always dealt with it with lots of caffeine.

It was easy to do as a kid.  My parents made coffee in a coffee urn.  Like a twenty cup one.  They would drink the coffee all day.  Yes, cold.  And guess who was the one that got to go get Mom or Dad's cup of coffee? That lead to me just drinking coffee whenever.

Still love coffee, and have developed a taste for fresh roasted beans, Guatemalan, Peruvian, and Columbian.

Always have had several different thoughts going through my mind at one time, always the one with several projects that seemed like chaos that magically came together in the end.

Yes, there is a point to this.  I have a hypothesis about the new chemo.

Now you are sitting there thinking ok, get on with it what are your thoughts.

My hypothesis is that the Yolandis exacerbates the attention issue, the thought process, and the emotions.  Along with insomnia.

I base it on my morning.  I went to meet a Lawn Contractor to get a quote for Raines Court (no I do not own it, I am trying to help by getting quotes and over seeing work.  I am too old to do this stuff, and physically, not capable to do some of it.)

The Southern Wind Landscaping owner actually called asking if it was ok to be 10 minutes late.  Wow, that is amazing for a contractor.  Apologized when he got there.  In the mean time I was talking to the General Contractor working on the interior.  He speaks English fairly well, but since my mind started racing, and the emotions running like nuts it was not the easiest.

Oh I wasn't nasty or rude.  I knew that the body chemicals are havoc.  But when that happens even the simplest thing turns into a HUGE mountain.

The lawn issues are addressed, and the removal of the wild bushes addressed.  Made me feel better. But then I started making my list for the trip to Lowe's and knowing I need to address items that weren't delivered back on the 18th of September, and I have been going back and forth with them started up the emotional roller coaster again, along with speeding up the thoughts.

Armed with my list, the light that was too big I needed to return and get the smaller version, and information on the order with item numbers of the missing (for the record two toilets and a florescent fixture).

I got to Lowe's at 12:30 left there at 1:30 give or take.  I swear I felt like I was there for three hours, going back and forth from feeling ok to wanting to burst into tears because the toilets weren't delivered.  Never mind trying to keep one thought.

While customer service dealt with their two different systems, once which was down, I rushed here and there grabbing what was needed.  Replacement light, board, outlet covers, floor vents.  Literally I was feeing so stretched out and frazzled, and again wanting to burst into tears.

I kept thinking I cannot wait to get home make ice coffee, sit on the deck and put the gimp leg up.  I grabbed a Gatorade (I crave orange Gatorade when I go through chemo, no idea why.  Never craved anything during my two pregnancies, but I do remember feeling so starved I ate something like 10 hot dogs, give or take).

Got all the stuff to the contractor, he is there working his butt off, amazed that I got two toilets in my car.  He unloaded the car, and I came home.  While I was taking a bag out of the car, I started to calm down.  Which made me start thinking of how this has happened a few time since chemo.  Coincidence?  I don't think so.

All the while I wanted to stop and do a post about the way I was feeling. How things flew through my mind.  The bursting into tears I think was from the frustration of the thoughts flying.  If I could work as fast as they were going, I'd have a spotless  house in an hour and a half.  The one thought I did hold on to was I do not want to just burst into tears.  Not for no reason.  I can't remember the last time I did cry, a real sobbing cry and that is what they would have been.

I can be very grateful, I haven't felt the sadness that comes with those heart racking sobs.

At the moment things are normal in my head.  I am having coffee, and I am going to sit on the deck, listen to a book and look through pictures.  The house still needs cleaned, and my car needs a bath, oil change and the such, but I think the emotional roller coaster I put myself through earns me the afternoon off.

And yes, I am going to talk to Dr. Vaughn when I see  him on Oct. 11th.  Hell, I didn't get mood swings when I went through menopause.

I feel like me.  And that is what counts.

Time Awareness

Since 2003 I have been more aware of time.  I mean when you read in your medical records that they had to resuscitate you during an emergency surgery, it makes it more time aware.

But like most people, during the years the of time's passing, faded into the background.  I was still more aware of it, but over the eight years in between bouts of cancer, it didn't stand as far in the foreground.

immediacy

Even with the recurrences in 2011, 2013, shit to be honest, I don't remember the years at the moment.  Only that there have been a total of six bouts (counting this one).  Time kept marching on ticking, and I kept the awareness in the back of my mind like a whisper of a distant memory.

Yes, I took on things I wouldn't have normally, well, I would have but not put them off.  Jumping from a perfectly good plane for example.  Realizing I really do like to camp.  Taking more joy and peace from the simple act of having coffee on the deck, to the smells of fall.  I was more aware, but not time aware.

Even when they discovered the cancer spread to the colon back in May, and I first heard the word terminal, my time awareness wasn't in the foreground.  It crept closer to the front, but stayed in the hub bub of my mess of a thousand browser tabs opened mind.

When I talked to Doctor Vaughn and asked about approximate time frame.  He got this look on his face (he really didn't want to label it) he said 12 to 18 months.  He encouraged me to start racking up the credit cards and living.  Same thing that Doctor King did in May.  I really don't think that is a good sign. (And I don't think they realize that being unemployed with  no income, makes making minimum payments a bit difficult, borrow from Peter to pay Paul.)

Time Awareness came to the forefront, saying I have always been here, you have listened, but not as you should have.

So a "Fuck it" trip was planned.  Roma, Napoli, and Paris with my son Jim, my daughter Jasmine, and Jim's girl Liz.  I really wish Liz could have been with us the entire trip.  It was amazing.

My younger sister Addie, came to Virginia to give me a hand.  Right after getting back from Europe, literally the next day, I started a new chemo treatment.  Wasn't my brightest idea.  And I started having problems with my left leg, the one with no hamstring.  She left on Friday, and Saturday Jasmine came down.

What adventures did my sister and I go on?  Running to Home Depot, Lowe's (I am not doing any home remodeling - that is a story in itself) , eat, and watch the Twilight movies.  Not that I ever wanted to see all of them, I mean, whiny girl, meets whiny guy, who is a vampire and you know the rest.  But the point is I enjoyed it because of the company of my sister.  Watching movies is something we never did when we were younger, and that simple thing made a great memory.

Yesterday while Jasmine was here a friend of hers called, she was telling Rachel about the trip.  The dancing joy in her eyes, and in her voice, the laughter when she told her about the "work of art donation" made me smile.  I loved hearing her point of view of it.  It made me happy to hear her joy and the memories.

Time Awareness, my new best friend kicked in; big time.

Insomnia last.  Really bad.  Everything I want to do ran through my head, things I need to get done, things I need to organize.

You are thinking, what new adventure is she trying to put together on a budget of air, smiles, wishes and dreams.

No, I am thinking of calls I need to make, appointments I need to make, what house work needs done.  How am I going to get the weeds in the back pulled, blowing the leaves off the patio.  Power washing the patio.  Cleaning the house.  Cleaning and detailing my car.  Taking my car for an oil change, tire rotation, inspection. What little projects in this house that need completed. Pictures I need to go through, what ones I want to get on glass, what ones go in a book. Posts I want to do.  Not one thought was for what is my next adventure.  Just everyday things.

Unloading the dishwasher, thinking I need to be doing this, then that.  Being so aware that time is marching on, and things that need done aren't done.

Ok, now you are saying don't worry about everyday things, but here is the thing, a very clean house is important to me.  Making sure a project gets done right is important to me.  Paying bills (although it is borrow from Peter to pay Paul thing) is important to me.  Shit, I'd like to have a job, but so far that isn't working out.  So for me it is what income?  Oh, and start an art project and maybe even find a gallery to have a show.  Art by the terminal or some shit like that.

They aren't huge things, but they mean something to me.

I feel time slipping away.

Everyday things in life have taken on a new meaning to me, and time is marching on.  Time is marching on and I can't stop it.  Cancer is going to kill me, and every day I am becoming more Time Aware.

Tick tock, tick tock, life is slipping away.

Are you Time Aware?

Please feel free to share your thoughts.

Don't Wait on Your Bucket List

Currently I am sitting in Roma!  I can't believe it.  I made it to a country I always wanted to visit, but never thought possible.  Better yet my son Jim and daughter Jasmine were with me.  So far it has been the trip of a lifetime!

Jim and Jasmine at IAD

We left Dulles on the 28th at 9 PM.  (Yes Jasmine and I got there a "little early"  OK, OK, a lot early, I am paranoid) we landing in Paris around 10:40 the 29th, sat around the Pairs airport for a bit after walking back and forth between Air France areas trying to find where the gate was for the second leg of the trip (booked that little flight separate)  The second being Roma (Rome - The Italians spell it Roma, and pronounce it like it looks, why do we change it?)

We are staying at a Airbnb.  Cute little place, right near a bus line and a tram.  We have been taking the public transit.

Which while riding the Metro here, got me to thinking, WHY do we always put off things we would like to do?  Ok, maybe a trip like this needs to be saved for but in the mean time, why not go exploring at home?  In your city or in your state?  Do something that you wouldn't normally do.  Why wait for the simple little things?

Hallway going into the Sistine Chapel

What am I talking about?  Everywhere has local churches that are beautiful.  Full of stained glass, older churches with unique architecture.  You don't have to be a part of that particular religion to appreciate the craftsmanship that went into designing and building the church, or the beauty of the art of the glass, or statues.  Seriously, if *I* can visit the Vatican, than you can explore your local old churches.

For the record, this hallway to me is more impressive than the Chapel.  Don't get me wrong the Chapel is beautiful, but could you imagine being the only one in this hallway walking down it?  Pictures do not do it justice.

Gianni and Ceasare - amazing chef and sous. 

Then we did something anyone can do ANYWHERE!  We took a cooking class with an Italian Chef.  Gianni and Ceasare - amazing chef and sous.

It was so much fun, and the food turned out amazing.  So simple - we made sauce from TOMATOS, and two types of pasta, egg noodles and Cavatelli.

So do you get where I am going with this?  GET OUT THERE AND DO SOMETHING.  DON'T WAIT FOR SOMEDAY!!  Find little things and do them, they will build an incredible number of memories.

One heck of a first day!!  I don't count Tuesday because we got in so late and were exhausted but we found a great neighborhood restaurant thanks to our host!  We were EXHAUSTED.

Our second day?  We visited Equiazione.  Basically it is a sanctuary for horses.  Every horse there has a story, some sadder than others.  We spent the day with Butteros (Italian Cowboys in essence). We took the train to Castel Gandolfo Train Station, where Matteo picked us up.  We ventured on to a local family run organic farm and picked tomatoes for the sauce Matteo made up for lunch.  We stopped a small cheese maker and got some sheep's milk cheese, first salted, and some fabulous ricotta.   Another stop for coffee and a pastry made with wild strawberries.

The on to Equiazione, to learn about the way they care for horses and the philosophy behind it.  It isn't your standard show up the horse comes out of the stable saddled and you go for a ride.  Nope, they talk to you find out your level explain their way of doing things, homeopathic and organic.  You meet the horses.  It was very educational.

Again, where am I going with this?  DO THE SMALL LITTLE THINGS WHERE YOU LIVE!!  Build that book of memories.  To be honest I would have never thought of going horseback riding at home.  I read the description and thought Jasmine would enjoy the experience, as much as I would, I think she enjoyed it more.

Seriously.  Please do not wait until you are in my position.  I spent too much time worrying about things that really didn't matter.  Learn from my mistakes.  I made so many of them worrying and trying to do things that didn't matter.  I wasted so much of my life, so much of the time I could have been spending building memories with my children.  I am not saying go be irresponsible.  But do something, if funds are tight, go to a park you have never visited and picnic.  Walk through it.  Visit a local beach, visit and volunteer somewhere.  There are so many amazing experiences!  Don't waste precious time!

Take your family and go do simple little things.  Do things by yourself.  

Give yourself time to enjoy life.  Only you can give yourself permission to do that.  You need someone to give you permission, ok, I give it to you.

Just another ranch hand

TOMATOS!

Jasmine really enjoyed herself

Jim took a nap

Hot peppers on the farm

It is funny, cancer for me over the years is just a part of life. I always knew that cancer would be what will end my life. I have been beating the odds since 2003. I am good with my mortality. Came to terms with that years and years ago.

June 29th my doctor and I had a talk. The antibody chemo (first person in the area to get it) seemed to keep the sarcoma on the upper aorta in check, and the one on the lung. But, I grew a new tumor in the colon, and surgery isn't an option.

My reaction was, "well, damn, that means I am still stuck with all that excess skin on my stomach!!"  I saw my surgeon when the tumor came up on the CT scan, and told him if he and the oncologist agree on surgery, he better damn well do something about the excess skin, because that scar that runs down the middle of my body from the sternum to the pelvic bone allows it to sag on two side.  (I have a multi pack that is saggy).

We will continued the Lavutro treatment (antibody)until the week of September 12. Then we go to the Yondelis (trabectedin) chemo. Another new one!! It is made from the sea sponge.

I asked about longevity  (I think I told you all this, but I am not sure). Optimistically 12 to 18 months. We are doing treatments that are less aggressive. I want to enjoy life, and have no desire to be hospitalized every other week for blood count.

Like I said, I am good with it. I won't give up. But accept the strong possibility. The thing I have the hardest time with? Leaving my children. Yes they are adults, but I would prefer them not having to deal with it.

I actually feel guilty because I don't want them grieving or feeling sad because I am gone.  I know many people think I am being a bit silly or a worry wart. But in reality, what one thing that makes life mean the most to me is seeing my children grow as humans.  Seeing them happy. 

The other is random acts of kindness, but you have to do them anonymously.  Like the other day, I treated myself to dinner out.  Local greasy spoon.  Two fresh faced Marines, you can just tell they were fresh out of training, and there was an older couple.  Told the waitress to give me their checks, and tell them someone said pay it forward if and when they can.  Do not tell them who.  I finished my liver and onions (yes, I like it, but lately I crave it) and the looks of astonishment on the faces were priceless.  Or sending items or funds to rescues anonymously.  Or at the grocery store, putting money toward someone's groceries, or walking into the little food band and dropping off bags, then walking out without a word.  I like doing that.  I like seeing the faces (when I can) of people who are astounded that kindness still exists in this world. God knows we humans need to learn to be nicer to one another.

But in the mean time, I need to win the lottery so I can do lots of random acts of helping those less fortunate, camp across the USA, and get some bucket list things done. But I want my children to go with me and build memories.

Stepping Out of Your Comfort Zone

I think I explained before that I am an introvert with extrovert tendencies.  Well, I pretend to have extrovert tendencies.

To be honest, lots of things make me nervous as hell.  Mainly has to do with people, going into new situations, and the such.  I am terrified of looking like an imbecile.   Seriously, don't laugh.

Working out I am self conscious as hell.  No, it isn't a body image thing, and yes I started working out (maybe strengthening my body will help defer the expiration).  I work through my exercises thinking, well not thinking really, I try to block everyone and everything out.  Am I doing this right?  Of course I am.  But no one showed me, well I followed the pictures on the machine.

Oh man, when I go into a setting having to deal with a group of people, yeah, I just want to turn around and leave.  Again, I don't like feeling like an imbecile.  Even if I have a good idea of whatever it is, I get antsy.  It is worse when I am rusty on it.  Shit, then I think why the hell did I sign up for this in the first place.

You are thinking something like this "But she isn't afraid of cancer and dying?"  To answer you, no I am not.  I know my body, the signals, how it reacts.  Death is just a transition.  But dealing with new people on a one to one, or going into a group to deal with them alone?  I am quaking in my boots.

When I went to Bali a few years ago.  My first trip out of the country, alone.  Didn't bother me in the least.  I have no idea why.  Camping with my dogs, no problem.  I function very well independently.  Public stuff, not so much.

Now what brought this up again?  The following video.  I need to be more like that young man.  Talk about stepping out of your comfort zone and facing your fears!!  Bear with me and watch.  Once you do, you will understand.

After you watch the video, shut off the phone, computer, the whatever, and go outside, live life, laugh and maybe face one of your fears.  After chemo, I am going to.

This young man faces his fears  Click the link to see.  He is my new hero.