Definitely less gruff

Plus! I have a dongle! I am online….

I think I am nearly ready to emerge out of the ‘Chemo Chrysalis’ that I have inhabited for the last few weeks. I am still a bald little caterpillar at the moment, with my insides still mushy and rearranging, not compatible with normal life.  But in just a week, all going well I will  use my new wings to fly home J.

I am day 10 following stem cell transplant, I have zero neutrophils – so no immune system. I have needed 2 bags of platelets for clotting. My Iron levels are good though, 9.9….must be all those spinach juices they set me up with good reserves! I have been in isolation for a week, It’s only been today I have been able to do anything but lie listening to the radio, this experience has looked a lot more like the chemo scenes off films, except not as much puking, and a bit more morphine. Let’s just say I used to find my own bottom burps inappropriately hilarious, now they fill me with fear.

My hair started to shed Monday afternoon, so we shaved it. It’s come out really quick and I am pretty bald now, luckily still have eyebrows. I bought some nice little lycra beanie things from cancerforce to keep my melon warm.

Didn’t ever have the energy to finish my ‘Gruffometer’ or my MSFB tool, I think I can safely say that for the most of the last 2 weeks I was off the chart! I still will do them though as they could be adapted for all manor of of ailments. My counts should start to come up in next couple of days, and from then on hopefully just get stronger and stronger.  Projected schedule, December- walk dog on beach bit further each day. By end of January thrash little brother at badminton. End of March, hair growth allowing, back to salsa!! End of April, start training for a ten km run. End of May beat everyone I know at badminton J cool – that’s the next 6 months sorted.

As part of my recovery though, I need a bright colored, preferably red, corduroy sofa, L – shaped. It came to me when I was mid chemo coma, thinking that when I go home I don’t just want to go to bed all the time, but inevitably I will because my bed is uber comfy and my sofa, well, isn’t. So I am blatantly and brazeningly asking for your help to make my wish come true J I have had so much generosity and love sent my way since I have been on this journey, I may well have used up all my cancer chips….but who knows? It's worth a try! I am sending this to my brother to post on my blog and try to sort out a link.

*** SO (hijacked by Sims little brother!)... A new corner sofa is it? This lady obviously needs and deserves it - lets make it happen! Its only a week so we gotta move fast!

I've looked online and a comfy corner sofa, as she has said she needs, will cost around £1000. 

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Oh, FYI, I totally meant to not adopt sick role in hospital and get dressed everyday and spend lots time out of bed. Well it turns out I AM the sick role, haven't been dressed for a week and am obsessed with comfy pjs. Also have spent most of he time cosey under my rainbow duvet cover :)

Just a quickie...

So, I am day 2 post transplant! Yes, I feel like shite, but I am ok. My guts are sore and I have a hot water bottle permanently attached to me, I have been in bed 95% of the time since I got home yesterday.....but I have felt well enough to surf the net today and even watch some comedy online.

I am being soooo well looked after both at hospital and home, I am so very grateful to everyone around me.

I am struggling to find any humour in my current situation, I just don't have the energy. I am taking each hour as it comes - when I feel awful I trust it will pass, when I feel ok I am thankful.

I have to go into hospital for review tomorrow morning, I may well get to come back home until Monday. When I go back in I will be in isolation while my blood counts rise, once they are acceptable I will be discharged, probably after 2 weeks.

Right, well I am actually managing to bore myself with this post, signing out.

xxx

Not so brave...

16th November 2012

Am home for a few hours!! Hurray Hurrah Hurrooohh! Didn't manage to do anything just slept all afternoon, but it was in my bed it was quiet and comfy no bright lights or bells ringing :)

Feeling frustrated by my lameness, I knew I was going to feel shite but had forgotten quite what that was actually like...still am nearly half way through the chemo, baby steps.

Got to be back in for 8pm and bit more chemo then night night...

Will update soon 

Soon........Am feeling tons better than earlier, on my way back in now. Love and Light :)

xxxx

i AM SO BRAVE RIGHT NOW

15th November 2012

I was in the chapel this morning mediating (that’s just how I roll these days). I was contently breathing lovely white light up and down the chakras with particular attention to the hear chakra. The heart chakra is where the lymphoma resides so  I pour some extra light in there for good measure. It was going well, and then I realized that Robbie Williams had arrived in my head; he was singing ‘come undone’……..”I’m not scared of dying I just don’t want to, If I stopped lying I’d just disappoint you….”

The first part of that line has always resonated with me right through this journey- it sums up a long standing attitude about death. We all have to die, I accept that as inevitable but it doesn’t mean that I want to and particularly not in my thirties, or forties, or even fifties for that matter. However I will tray not to be greedy, the fact I will very probably see my fortieth is bloody ace, what a gift!!

Now recently the second part of the line has been on my mind…..’if I stopped lying I’d just disappoint you” That is how I have been feeling, like I am have made myself put on a front although I was disappointing people if they knew I wasn’t doing so good emotionally, especially as I spent so long untouched by sadness. But looking back on my blog I think it’s pretty clear that my mojo was becoming more and more elusive.

This led me on to considering the concept of ‘braveness’, I have long poo’ed this idea when directed at me, I have often dismissed it with words such as; “I am not brave, I just have to get on with it – I have no choice”. The night before I came into hospital I googled the word brave and I can now inform you that yes I am brave actually. Simply put bravery means confronting pain, adversity etc without showing fear. Which brings me back to Robbie “I am not scared of dying, I just don’t want to”  Despite my lack of mojo, fear isn’t the cause, disappointed in myself yes, mourning my previous life yes, but not fear.

Yesterday’s chemo was horrible, today I have a different on. I don’t know what it’s going to be like but am I afraid, no, why well cos I am brave! No, there’s no point in wasting this moment now when I feel basically fine imagining how yuk I might feel shortly. Will keep you posted.

Couldn’t get to sleep last night (steroids I think) so I spent some time thinking about some useful ‘patient tools’ the first is called the ‘Gruffometer’ the second is the ‘MSFB’ tool.

Initially I was going to call the ‘Gruffometer’ the ‘Shitometer’ but you know, maybe not entirely appropriate (plus it also might be confused with the ‘Bristol Stool Chart’ which I will talk about another time). I first heard the word ‘Gruff’ used by my little brother and his girlfriend when they were trying to convey to one another how crap their hangovers felt ; “on a scale of one to Gruff – how bad is it??” I loved it and now will use Gruff as my measure, thus the Gruffometer is born. I will post a photo of it once I have made it , oh yeah this is a full on project! My mate suggested use of a laser pen so I can point to my gruffness state, someone else will move the arrow, I don’t even have to move unnecessarily and everyone will have a clear visual summary of my needs.

The second project is the ‘MSFB’ tool, stands for make Sim feel better. This consists of  a circle divided into 8 pie segments, again with an arrow in the middle. This would have been extremely useful yesterday when I found it hard to communicate what I needed doing or not doing when I feel massively gruff.

The good news or the bad news??

Well, the good news is I am going in to hospital this Wednesday for my stem cell transplant adventure! At last! Hurrah! This is it, cure time...or else! I was not dealing at all well with the uncertainty and waiting, I mean physically I have felt totally fine; but mentally, not so good. Anyway, now I have had 'the chat' with my consultant, signed the consent and am ready to rock 'n' roll.

So what's the bad news then? Oh that, yeah, it seems I have relapsed.......oh bugga. Yes, since June with the to-ing and fro-ing and appointments, my holidays, dr's holidays, madness virus scare, brain scan, spinal tap....blah blah..lung test, heart test......sometime in the last few months the lymphoma has crept back.

I found this out about 10 days ago, it was not what I was expecting but now that I know what I know- it was a possibility I had considered. At first I was angry (which I have managed to mostly avoid in this whole journey) I was angry that this had all taken so long and if I had been admitted when I anticipated I may still be in remission. Then I was angry at myself that I hadn't just got on with the donor transplant as I would have been done and dusted by now (that hospital didn't mess around..all the pre transplant tests were scheduled on one day). Most of all though I was angry at wasting time being down, I have been low for months and feeling generally depressed and lethargic and shite. I was really cross for feeling that way when I was physically ok, but also i felt guilty that my negative state of mind and non shiney rainbowness may have affected this relapse??

Well, what does this mean in terms of 'the plan' ? Nothing, the fact I no longer have a negative PET scan means I am less likely to be cured by the transplant, by how much? who knows, and to be honest I don't want to know. To me now, I am either in the 'cured' stats...or not! It kind of doesn't matter what the figures are- I just have to believe this transplant will work, and I do. 

The last week I have been uber aware everyday that I wake up that my days of relatively care free days are numbered (for a while). The last few days hubby and me have lived in a lovely bubble of slobbing, veggie sausages, doggie cuddles, walks on the common, hot chocolate in my dad's campervan, and many mini series episodes..........I have new PJs and loads of new marks n spencers knickers ready for hospital (the chick in M&S thought I was nuts! I was just like ".....yeah - I just really like new knickers......")

There we are, there's my update. I want to blog my stem cell transplant experience, for anyone who is interested but mostly so anyone else about to embark on this journey can read first hand what it entails.

Anyway, I am off to eat stinky blue cheese and other yummy things that will be banned for the next few months!!

Hasta luego

xxxxxxx