I have been avoiding writing this post for quite a while. Things have changed often and a lot. So let me level with you. As we knew going into surgery, I have recurrent osteosarcoma on the left side of my head. During surgery the doctors discovered that the same poorly differentiated, high-grade carcinoma that is in my liver is also in the right side of my head, cancer that hadn’t shown up on scans but is likely the primary site of what is metastatic cancer. So, basically I’m dealing with two different kinds of cancers – recurrent and metastatic – both in my head. Even I can’t come up with a good euphemism for it.
Metastatic cancer means that radiation and surgery aren’t good options anymore. The primary carcinoma cancer cells in my head didn’t show up well in scans, so who knows where else they are lurking. A lot of good doctors put their heads together and determined the best way forward is a set of chemo drugs, which they hope can simultaneously target both cancers. I had a port put in on Friday and I start chemo Wednesday. Thankfully it’s outpatient. I will receive one drug on Day 1, two drugs on Day 8, then off on Day 15 and then repeat. We’ll try two cycles and then scan to see how it’s working.
Dr. Robinson (adult onc) and Dr. Arndt (my veteran peds onc), along with so many other doctors and nurses at Mayo, have been working hand-in-hand to give me the same care I think they would give their own family. We have had serious conversations about quality vs. quantity of life, and those uncertainties hang heavily on my family and me.
In the meantime I’m recovering pretty well from surgery, minus the chronic headaches. Maxine is regenerating all the blood I lost like a pro. It’s amazing that 10 years ago this surgery would have meant scars all over my face and reconstructive surgery, while now the surgeons could operate solely through my nose and a small incision on the inside of my mouth. I’ve had several good days where I save up all my energy to get out for a few hours– my 10-year class reunion, a visit from Maxine and her family in Iowa City, a trip to the dog park with Lucy, a date night with Jimmy.
So, here we are. Frankly, I’m exhausted. By my rough count, I’ve had almost 25 procedures and scans that required long needles or worse since this began. I used to fall asleep in MRI machines, but I can’t anymore. I’m unnerved about losing my hair for the third time; I’ve had so many mullet variations to get to where I am today. I’m not feeling as brave as I did before. I think it’s okay to admit that.
But the people in my life keep me looking forward. I very much realize that most people in their lifetime don’t get as much continuous love-blasting as I have for the last 11 years. It makes me feel really good. Make sure you spread that love around.
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