So… it’s been a strange two weeks.
First, the last chemo was a bit rough… as to be expected – chemo is poison, after all! I had lots of nausea and fatigue. I ended up taking a 2-3 hour nap, every day, Monday through Thursday.
I used my alternate medication, which kept the nausea down to a manageable level. By manageable, I mean that I still felt nauseous, but only threw up a couple of times. My stomach was producing so much bile and acid, that the first meal of the day was always a challenge.
I solved it in my usual practical way: I either drank a cup of water or some Kefer, knowing that I would throw up all that bile and acid. THEN I put food in quickly, before more acid and bile could fill up my stomach. After that, the rest of the day was pretty easy – keeping at least a little food in my stomach at all times.
It was challenging to find food that my nose and stomach agreed would stay. Egg and rice, chicken broth, other mild things.
I went to Qi Gong class on Tuesday night… I had to sit a couple of times and had lots of ‘hot flushes’. Every couple of hours for several days, my pulse and blood pressure would surge and I would ‘flush’… breaking a sweat and feeling hot. Nearly passed out in Qi Gong when I began to feel really nauseous and Dr. Feng worked some stomach meridian points on my wrists. Sat a moment and got it back together.
My parents came to visit 2 days after chemo and stayed for a week. It was a great visit – although I needed to rest a lot and couldn’t enjoy some of the great restaurants we visited. My favorite part was on Monday (5/2) when we drove out to Point Reyes. We had a fantastic lunch at the Cafe at Drakes Beach! The food and the scenery were amazing. If you get a chance – go!
My dad is a great fan of Ragtime music. Fortunately, we live in the Bay Area – where you can find anything!
A little google searching, and we found a place with Ragtime every Tuesday – and with fortune’s good graces – a world famous pianist was playing! Dad had a great time (he was like a little kid!), and the food was fantastic!
Had my MRI and follow up meeting with Dr. Greif later in the week. As usual for me, I plowed through the meeting focusing on then next steps – scheduling surgery and all that goes with it.
The meeting was, however, disappointing. Nay – shall I say – frustrating and confusing. I have to admit this is the first time my unwavering fearlessness has been shaken. And in it’s wake: anger.
Why?
The MRI showed that the tumor was unchanged after 19 weeks of chemo. While this is medically viewed as a positive result… I am frustrated on many levels. First, most importantly, I’m confused. I was under the impression that the tumor was shrinking and showing a lot of changes under the chemo regime. I don’t know if I misinterpreted the results of the ultrasounds, or if there was a miscommunication, or if I exaggerated the results in my head, or if (here’s a crazy one), the MRI person accidentally send the old images instead of the new ones (because, frankly, the old and new MRI images looked exactly the same…).
I sent my questions to Dr. Greif, who obligingly sent me the latest copy of my file. It has all the images (X Ray, Ultrasound and MRI). Sure enough, the ultrasound showed some reduction in size. Although, I have to be honest with myself, the shrinkage was not as great as I reported. (a bit of wishful thinking on my part).
Additionally, Dr. Greif noted changes in palpability of the tumor in my file. I, also, have checked the tumor regularly, and felt it getting smaller and harder to find. This last few days, it has seemed to firm up again… grrrrrrr. Maybe my tumor is as tough as I am, it certainly seems to be as stubborn.
It’s a struggle to view this as a positive result. I know intellectually that the main purpose of the chemo was to clear up any ‘loose’ fragments of the cancer, and that no growth is a positive result. But, emotionally, it feels like wasted time and hardship. Yes, I handled the chemo very well compared to some others… but it still sucked. Mostly for it’s negative impact on my daily activities.
Sigh.
What’s next you ask? Well, I’ve got a flurry of things coming up. I’d like to have the surgery sooner rather than later. We’ve got a date scheduled, although I’d like to move it up a couple of weeks – working on that.
Right now, the schedule is as follows.
- May 11, ECHO cardiogram of my heart to make sure it didn’t get damaged by the chemo.
- May 16, blood work and followup with Dr. Kuan (chemo doctor).
- May 25, presurgery at the hospital. This will be more blood work and another cardiogram thing.
- May 31st, visit to hospital to get a radio-isotope injected into my breast, so they can find, isolate and remove one or more of my left arm lymph nodes to make sure that the cancer did not spread to the lymph system.
- June 1st, surgery.
I’ve got a convention in the middle of all of that, KublaCon – the 27th through the 30th. I’m in charge of running the young players room there. It’s another of my core communities. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone again.
So. I find myself filled with anger at my tumor. Visualizing my body ripping it to pieces. I went to training at Trevor’s class last night. Got in a solid hour and a half of non-stop training. And I’m going to continue with that. Qi Gong and Dale’s class tonight, Trevor’s outdoor training on Wednesday and Dale’s again on Thursday. Driven by anger. Fuck this ‘sitting out’ crap. I’m going to do everything physical I can. I want to be stronger for the surgery. I want my body to kill the tumor. I’m tired of sitting around letting the cancer dictate my schedule and activity level. I’m tired of coddling myself.
Yes, yes, yes, I’ll pay attention and I won’t do the things that might jeopardize the catheter in my jugular vein – no rolling, no falling, no getting hit hard.
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This may be round three – but this battle is not over yet! I intend to kick this cancer’s ass to hell and back!

Ready to Kick Ass!