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Showing posts with label childhood cancer. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

September a month of Contraditions

It is Pediatric Cancer Awareness month.  I have been aware of Pediatric Cancer for way too long but never really knew it was the month of awareness for until last year.  I am not sure when this all started but September has been significant for a bunch of reasons.

September 13, 2004:  Date of first remission.
September 28, 2011:  Date of Relapse
September 30, 2014:  Things seem to be fine.

So I am working on loving September since we are having good news for two out of three times. 

My questions for today are:  Now What?.

Its time, very much time for me to start generating money in a constant and steady manner.  More efforts in networking, redrafting my resume and then seeing what I need to do to convince someone I am exactly the right person for the job.

I will keep trying... Because if we have learned nothing about the past few Septembers... Trying is the only option.  Eventually you get good news. 




Friday, September 12, 2014

Whats all the Fuss about Childhood Cancer

September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month.  Sort of like October is Breast Cancer.

I guess it is hard to believe there are people that are not "aware" of Childhood Cancer but given the small amount of funds (4%) go directly to Childhood Cancer research it is easy to understand.  It is such a small percentage of the cancer population the drug companies have not developed any new drugs for a long time.  That being said, I am still baffled at the lack of knowledge about what happens to kids during and after treatment.  

People often want to know if Mary-Elizabeth has been cured. I never know what to say about it. The medical people love to talk about 5 years, or 10 years of being cancer free.  We have small and young children. For example, if Robin Ulness makes it 5 years post cancer, she will be 7 or 8 years old.
 Mary-Elizabeth will be 24 years old.  Does not seem like much time.  She will maybe be just out of college.   

Just imagine if you only were able to allow yourself to look 5 years ahead.  No more, that would be all the time you have.  5 years.  Your child does not get to be any older then today plus 60 months.  The length of time it takes for most Americans to pay off a car.  1/6th of a house loan.  

I guess what I want is people to pay attention and maybe focus a bit on what is happening behind the smiles and the "sure we are great" that parents and Cancer Kids often have.   Because it is hard.  Even if you kid is "fine" and getting better each day.  Many are not.  Many are still trying to find away out of the grief and the pain of loss.  A family had to have the "talk" with younger brothers and sisters.  The your brother is dying talk. 

Don't take me wrong, I am so so grateful for what is available, for new and improved treatments, for less invasive treatments.  I understand how complicated this all is. But....

Just take a moment.  Look at the full moon and ask the universe to leave these kids alone.  Let them live out their lives. Let them fall in love. Learn to ride a bicycle.  Learn how to make a soccer goal. Learn how to drive a car. Learn how to get themselves out of jail without Mom and Dad finding out.

Okay, I'm done.  Maybe next year Seattle Children's Hospital will acknowledge the month since they do such good work in helping out kids. Maybe the White House will light up like they do for Breast Cancer. Maybe Century Link and the Ferris Wheel will do the same. Maybe the Empire State Building will light up for something more than the US Open.  Maybe we will do enough education so people will begin to understand the high cost of this disease.  

Mother Earth has lit up in Hawaii.  She is going gold. 


Monday, August 25, 2014

Stage Ten

Lots of cancer's are "staged".  It depends on the kind and lots of factors.  Stage Four is bad. Stage One is not so bad.  People move back and forth in the stages and it rules their lives.  

Leukemia is sort of like being pregnant.  You are or you are not...  Simple.  

Mary-Elizabeth does not have leukemia any more.  She has not had it in her system since some time in November of 2011.  She has been in "remission"  or not pregnant since then.  In order to have her transplant, she had to be cancer free.  The whole cancer free thing seems to be confusing because of the length of the "treatment".  It does not fight leukemia, it just beats up the bone marrow to such an extent that in theory, no respectful leukemia would dare to come back.

The various kinds of stem cell transplants, bone marrow, cord blood,  related, non-related, self-donated, all of those are just jargon.  You sign papers, let them kill the cells in your bone marrow that produce blood cells and replace them with healthy, happy, normal cells.  Or that is the plan. 

So, since we live in Leukemia World and we don't get to have stages, (not that we really want them), I have decided we are in Stage Ten. I figure we have been here long enough to just make up stuff. 

Stage One: She was diagnosed on Friday the 13th of August 2004. 

Stage Two:  She was Leukemia free or in Remission on September 13, 2004.

Stage Three:  December 7, 2016, she took her last dose of Chemo therapy. 

Stage Four:  Relapse on September 28th 2011. 

Stage Five:  Remission November 10th, 2011.

Stage Six: Double Cord Blood Transplant, 2012.

Stage Seven: First new baby countable cells show up in her blood, February 11, 2012

Stage Eight:  August 1, 2014, the final doses of immunosupressents  are taken.  (Should have only had to take them for 100 days, but who is counting....)

Stage Nine:  De-Portation Day.  The port that lives under her skin with a nice tube going directly into her heart, is removed.  August 25, 2014... 

Stage Ten:  Trying to begin to believe and trust it is over.  

This is a journey at its end.  We have traveled across the country to find a path to the sea and have returned to tell our tale.  Like Lewis and Clark we are worn and battered and very ready to sleep in our own safe homes.  

Stage Ten begins today. 


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

She is on the Train back home

so she has had some Grandma Mary time.  Always good. She loves the little old ladies. She loves to listen and comment and just fit in.  It does not take very long for them to realize she is one of them. She has packed 80 plus  years into her short 22.  

We have some very important days ahead of us.  Serious and important.  On Thursday we have the last appointment with the SCCA until January's big annual appointment.  I have lots of hopes that lots of meds are going away.  She has successfully tapered off the side-effect causing drugs and it should make the rest go away.... she could be down to some vitamins a bit of thyroid medicine and over the counter allergy stuff.  Oh, to hope for such a list of meds.

It is hard to hope or trust.  Tomorrow marks our 10 year anniversary.  10 years ago tomorrow this ceaseless, never ending journey began.  But we are only marking the beginning.... we begin on the 14th of August 2014 to mark a new beginning. The end of Double Cord Blood Transplant complications.  2.6 years of constant diligence, concern, anxiety.

It is replaced with new worries but new is always a way to start a school year.  New binders, new roommates, new classes, new teachers.  New. 

We are all about New Starts, New Hope and New Adventures.

She gets off the train at 12:30...... Here we go. 

Sunday, July 13, 2014

She is down to One Last Sirulimus

Next week at this time the "Girls" or more specifically, Pearl Anne will be flying solo. She will be in charge of keeping all that invades from MEB's body. 

Protocol:  Immunosupressants - 180 days post transplant.

Mary-Elizabeth 31 months or about 900 days. 

She is almost done with this step, 24 months, three different kinds of suppressants  she is almost done with them.  I am currently not totally freaked out about it.  

I think we are all so tried of this it is hard not to just be ready to be DONE

I am feeling like the time as come to end this blog after 10 years.   Maybe I am done and leaving this writing forum will help me be DONE.  I won't quit writing, I will just do so in another place, another title, another forum.  

Maybe it is time to move on in the way one can  It is a tentative moving on, not really but sort of.  Hanging out in a different place in Cancer World.   As we all know, we don't ever get to really leave.  Now it is about managing the long term side effects. Kidneys, lungs, brain, menopause, thyroid, cataracts.  (These are not just stuff that might show up, these are guaranteed to be a concern. )  

So this morning, I will just drink my coffee.  Water a bit. Watch some plants grow.  Read my book a bit.  I will enjoy this moment, this instant. This bit of Seattle Sunshine.
 

Not



Thursday, July 03, 2014

The "Strength" Cancer Mom's Exhibit Is not What You Think it Is...

Stay Strong

Hang in there

You have an amazing attitude

Your such an inspiration

You can do it, you have done it before

Hold on it will be okay

You're so strong....

Your a trooper...

I read these statements over and over again.  

I don't know about other Cancer Mom's but it is all a farce.  There is nothing amazing about being a Cancer Mom.  We are not trying to show the world of an example of how much we can handle. We are not trying to get be a trooper.  We are doing what you see us do because we HAVE NO CHOICE!

We are doing this because we got the call.  The "we regret to inform you" call. The call that slammed our lives into another universe.  No chance to pack. No chance to organize. No chance to say good-bye to our lives.  One second life was just fine and the next we were on the other side of the universe having been pulled into the Black Hole of Cancer World. 

We are amazing. Some of us are positive. Some of us are just out there, screaming about what it is like to have a child with cancer.  Some of us retreat to some dark, sad, scary place and never emerge again. 

 I have to write.  I cannot keep all the anger, fear and frustration inside or I would just implode and become one of those really bad headlines. 

Nice Quiet Mom Explodes at the ..... fill in the blank.

Today there was some good news, someone is waiting for news, someone is remembering good news that has gone sour.  Everyone is scrambling to make them feel better while all knowing how fast it can all go very very wrong. 

These mom's are strong, they are able to hold on, they are the most amazing troopers you could ever know.  But their strength is a different kind of strength.  They are not lifting a million pounds or taking some force and changing the world, they are simply standing in front of the leaking dam and holding it together.  
They are using all of their strength of will to keep the dam from completely collapsing.  Some days there are more leaks then anyone can clog. Some days a nap is possible. The thing is they know they can never, ever, ever stop from holding back the dam.  

They looked away once before and took a little vacation or went to a play or went out to dinner or learned how to speak French. They did something fun and the dam collapsed.  

These are special people with a strength and deep core of power only few every have a chance to use.    But they are all looking for the same result.  A chance to have their child "return to normal".    

Here's to Normal.





Fireworks for Lulu

Lulu Ysarua Martinez is off ventilator talking to me (mom)and breathing on her own will post later


What a happy bit of news before the 4th of July.  Little does Lulu know but the fireworks are for her.....



Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Quiet... sometimes it can be good?

I won't stop posting until Lulu is out of the woods.  It's that sort of "hanging in there" no matter how long or how hard the process.  

We have such a short attention span.  145 minute movies are often deemed "overly long".  Harry Potter is the longest book most kids have read, ever.  We like short, packaged things.  100 calorie brain bursts. 

Cancer is not like that.  It takes a long time to find, it takes a long time to fight, and it takes an even longer time to ever, ever forget.  Oh, that was a silly question.  No forgetting is possible.  It is just another series of events that are seared in your brain.   A Pearl Harbor, John F. Kennedy, 9-11 sort of moment. 

It has been my experience that no news is not a good thing.  It is easy to write about good news, it is hard to write about bad.  For reasons I don't understand, there is a need to package the bad news in such a way as to ease the blow.  Always be positive.  Always figure out something good to say about a situation.  Mad is acceptable, sad is not.  

I promise to post when I have news about Lulu, until then, keep the candles burning.  


Tuesday, June 24, 2014

So this is how it goes...One thing leads to another...sometimes it seems like an endless cycle.

The quiver and medicine bag are full.  Full of much magic and a variety of potions and spells and noisy machines.(Now the childhood cancer quiver is rather bleak and antiquated but the potions are better than they were.... but those are thoughts for another day. )

Best example would be Meb.  She is on 20 medications.  Of those, only 2 are therapeutic. The rest are for side effect treatment.  

Prednisone and Sirolimus cause lots and lots of side effects and so there is also
Tacrolimus Cream

Bactrim
Valacyclovier
Multiviatims without iron
Omeprozole
Vitamine D
Cetirizine
Levolthyroxine
Lisinopril
Lovaza
Magnesium
Melatonin
Warfrin
Mylanta
Tums
Zofran
Atavan
Hydroxyzine
Scop Patch
Oxycodone
Sunscreene
Cyclobenaprin

Boy the list is so much shorter now.  It used to be 4 pages. 

So Lulu is suffering strictly from side effects.  Her cancer is not doing all of this to her. Her side effects are what is causing all of this havoc.  The cure for cancer is not easy by any sense of the imagination....  Here is the newest on the poor child. 

Lulu had a blood clot in right arm. Went for ct scan to make sure no bleeding on brain..there was not..started blood thinner to get rid of clot.  Her arm is beyond huge ....her blood pressure was running high at midnight but came down at 2am ventilator is on 60...her lungs need to heal for us to come off this...I asked the doctor how long he thought she would be on ventilator and he said he didn't know. We have been in hospital over 3 weeks and day 9 on ventilator....staying strong and fighting another day from ICU...rubbing lulu's head with coconut oil..wiping her eyes. ..lotion on legs and arms..wipe her face ...caress her ear...smell her.....whisper secrets and dirty jokes in her ear...oh my sweet girl you are loved and prayed for by many but I am the lucky one who you call mom...#luvforlulu
The road is feeling like it will never end.

 
  


Monday, June 23, 2014

Ups and hopefully no downs.

Childhood cancer really is rare in the scope of the 300 million or more of us in the U.S.  Some tiny bit of the population.  Sort of like Medulary  Thyroid Cancer.  But once if shows up in your life all of a sudden everyone has it.   You make connections with those that have it, you run into people that have it. It consumes a part of your life.  

Today Meb had an appointment with our lovely Seattle Children's Bone Marrow Doctor.  She is moving to Portland Maine and this was the last time we would be seeing her. By Dr. Pollard.  It was a great appointment, the taper is working, most days. Meb is getting allergies because she is weaning off prednisone.  She has some spots but they have been around less than 24 hours and we are hoping they will subside.

Her kidneys are unhappy but then we have been down that road again.  Hopefully she will not continue to loose kidney function.  Life is good.  

So while I am sitting there I spot a parent that was on and off the floor during Meb's transplant. He is stressed. He is freaked out. Then I saw his son.  He is older than Meb and he is bald again.  Crap... he is back in treatment.  I didn't ask.  There is no way this is a good thing. 

I just can't get away from it.  It haunts me. It terrifies me. It makes me crazy.  It's a slap in the face.  The ability to believe this will ever ever be over eludes me.  By ignoring what goes on around me I can sometimes forget.  But not in a convincing way.  I am just a bundle of freaked out Mom...  

But on the other hand Lulu is responding.  Really responding.  Her story might turn around.   Sounds like her body is fighting. 


Watch out here she comes....Lullu came back from MRI they could not do it because she wouldn't stay still!!!! She opened her eyes and looked at me. She is responding to me...they had me ask her yes or no questions but no response but when I tried to take my hand away so they could get in there she clamped down on my hand and still holding on to mommy...they are ordering ultra sound on right arm where pic line is because it is huge they are afraid of blood clot....but I'm so excited about her moving I'm giddy!! And She Knows My voice...Will Update Later But Celebrate And Dance Because Lulu is Responding And SHE Hear
s us!!!! And we have 11.7 hemo 5k platelets 6100 white blood cells and a 3200 anc.....she is doing it!!!! Still on 70 percent ventilator


Sunday, June 22, 2014

Friday, June 20, 2014

Hoping Status Quo is a good thing...

Meb is still working on getting better.  I am watching a very difficult recovery, even though it is a cold.  Like last time, it takes extra time for her to get better. 

Considering how much Lulu has been through, high fever, strep, full lungs, collapsed lungs, blown pupils, unhappy kidneys.  It is hard to know how her recover will transpire.   Very very slowly I am sure.  

Hoping today is a day of explosive ANC activity.



Lulu is still the same....pupils are responding but no body movement....her baby sister Rylee  and Payton have been by her side today...they have been talking and joking and crying out to their sister to give them a sign a flicker anything to show them she is there. This was hard to watch and hear...sisters fight...sisters bicker...sisters irritate the crap out of each other...today was humbling...sisters begging for their sister to survive to fight to live another day to go shopping.. fishing...and to braid their hair...they are here lulu waiting for you. ..give them a flicker...

Hoping
 for lots of rest and some stability for Ms. Lulu.  





Thursday, June 19, 2014

We all know the Waiting and Not knowing is the worst.

There is so much about the human body we don't understand but lots we do.  We are fragile. We are tough. We have lots of back up systems.  If something is not working right we keep on trying to work it out one way or another.  

Sort of like Meb's weird lung stuff.  They found something in her lungs at her two year follow-up.  25% drop in her lung capacity.  She had not noticed because she was just breathing faster.  She is stable but her body seems to have compensated.  Kind of like her big blood clot in her Jugular Vein when she was first diagnosed.  Her body had established new side vessels to get around the clot.  Who knew ?  The body is a magical thing. 

Who knows how things will turn out for Lulu, her family is there letting her know they are waiting. While unstated, I am sure they are so afraid and worried and anxious.  I do know all of this is a process.  Getting better or not, is not something dramatic or earth shattering.  It is gradual. It sometimes starts with just a twitch or a voluntary movement. 

Lulu's sister is waiting for the sign she is coming back.  Hoping something will let every one know there is healing beginning to happen.   


Lulu is still the same...kidneys now are not working and pupils still blown and unresponsive they did a eeg to check for seizures but she is not having any...they have stopped her sedatives to see if they can get any type of response. ....her sister Payton  has been holding her hand for hours in hopes to feel movement...she misses talking to her sister and this picture says it all....please lulu...give us a sign




Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Hoping for Good Results Tomorrow.

Here is the newest  and for once Good news.



Lulu Ysarua Martinez No bleeding on the brain!!!!!! To many meds and sedatives is the problem so doctors are working on that....will do lung xray in morning .. going to bed...will update in am unless there is a change...sweet dreams my lu...we are all holding you and praying.... just keep your spirit alive and keep on fighting you are amazing....

Life and Death keeps happening.

I was trying to figure out how to proceed yesterday.  Kid has been sick, cough, really bad cough, ache body, not out of bed.  I had a touch but with some ossillium and some long hours of sleep, I was able to knock it back.  Blessings of having a completely strong, healthy immune system. 

So she is not Emergency worthy. She should not be a Seattle Children's spreading this thing and is NOT that sick.  She has a cold.  So on day 5, I make an appointment with our family practice.  Nice new doctor.  She really is and it takes her a while to realize we aren't kidding when we start to say things. 

Yes, leukemia twice, Double cord blood transplant and menopause.  Port, blood clot history.. she feels the thyroid and says it feels fine.  We mention there is not working thyroid.  I am sure she thought we were (Secret Weird Patient).  So she suggests and X-ray, I think it is over kill but after a call to the SCCA they want one. We ask about going to Children's because it is close but no.  Then they ask if they took a nasal swab.  Of course they didn't.  They don't do that in real doctor world.  

So basically we failed to get the job done. I can see the call is coming today to go back to either Children's or SCCA and get swabbed for Strep and to snot in a cup and there will be cultures and more investigation.  Her heart rate is 122 and that tells them her lungs are working. I don't want to get too close to the hospital because we know what happens there....


So in one world I have a 21 year old with a cold.  Feels miserable, just home from college.  But because she has spent 10 years in Cancer World, I take a kid that clearly has a virus to see the Doctor.  

In Cancer World, it is serious.  It could be, pulmonary embolism, weird pneumonia and let me tell you.  They will culture and swab and image her to death.   So since we have one foot in and one foot out... today we make the calls and figure out what to do.  
She slept last night so I think she will be fine.  But then I am reminded how fragile these kids are and how a cold can take you down and not in a good way. 

So while I am whining about this stupid cold and how inconvenient all of this can be Momcology brings us Lulu.  A month ago she was going to prom, she was graduating she was spending time with her family. 

5 days ago she was sent to the ICU with high fever and poor lung stuff and she is so so sick.  This was her mom's post this morning.  


Lulu Ysarua Martinez Has Collapsed Lungs And crashed at 430..they now have her on stomach and adjusted ventilator to keep lungs open longer and less pounding on the lungs which is causing inflammation. .doctors said next hours critical. ..looks like to save her she will have to go on the ecmo machine. ..they told us she doesn't have the capabilities to heal on her own ...will update later.

I don't know these people, I will probably never ever meet them.  I will however remember that there are two paths on this road of life.  While I feel we have missed out on so much because our life has been stagnate and boring and complicated by this thing called Cancer and life has passed us by.  I will also remember Death has passed us by.....

Prayers/Chants/Rants/ for Lulu.... A lovely lovely young woman who wants to live her life like a normal person.... No on her stomach in a hospital bed surrounded by monitors and other such invasive things.  




Friday, June 13, 2014

Music is back.

I never realized it was gone but it has been gone for a long long time.   I am not sure why but it was. 

My dad was an adventurer.  He saw the world as a place to learn and explore.  He was curious and always had his nose in a book.  He carried that curiosity with him throughout his life.  When he went to college he squeezed everything possible out of it.  He took lots and lots of different classes, Music and Art Appreciation, Photography to name a few.  When we all went to college he encouraged we explore our passions.  

I took a few classes, lots of history, Zoology even though it was not in my major or minor. I did take Music Appreciation.  I learned a lot in both classes.  I fell in love with certain pieces of music.  One was the Mouldau a piece by Smetana.  It is the musical story.  The river starts as a small stream and moves to a big wild river, then on to a stolid reliable river and then ends up in the ocean.   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kdtLuyWuPDs

It made me listen to music differently and in a way I never had before.  I learned about recurring themes and refrains in symphonies and other such pieces of music.   

I have historically loved lots of different kinds of music.  No fond of Rap or long guitar rifts. I think mostly because I don't like loud banging.  Enough of that goes on in my head most of the time.  I don't need to have it enter from another source. Some Jazz is okay, not all.  Squeaking does not make me happy.    But some music resonates with me in ways I don't understand or why some and not other.   Some melodies, some lyrics, some passages.  I remember sitting in front of the stereo player listening to musicals we owned. 

Over the past few years music was replaced by NPR.  Seldom did I play music in the car.  If I am traveling long distances I most often have Pod casts playing or a book going.  If you asked me to go to a play I am much more likely to go than to a listen to music.   

Something started to happen.  Some music started to creep back in.  It is seldom background noise, it is something that takes part of my brain to listen and it has not had any energy or extra power to do so for a long time. I think all the processing nooks and crannies have been filled with ANC, BMT, CPR, NED and all the rest of the stuff in Cancer World. 

The ability started to wake up bit by bit.  Patty took me to a U-2 concert ( not YouTube) I went to see Char, I found time for Mindy Smith, Rod Stewart finally came to town when I could see him.  James Taylor and Carol King performed together.  I made the journey to see Dixie Chicks.  Bit by bit.  Noise gave way to music. 

One of my friends mentioned he had seen the Vancouver Symphony play James Bond music and I started poking around the Seattle Symphony home page.  I had not looked at the schedule in a meaningful way for a long time. Maybe I could sit and be absorbed by music for more than 20 minutes. Maybe there was room in my being again.   We received tickets for a Pops performance at the Symphony.   I ended up going with my invisible friend Juliette Pinette. (I don't call her imaginary because you are the only one that can't see her.)  It took about 12 seconds into a Sousa March for the levee break. 

 Oh yes, music is back.  I bought two tickets before I left, went with ME last night to see Brahms' Second and have nailed down a subscription for the upcoming year.  

Something is currently compelling about complete absorption into something so complicated and amazing. Something not of this world.  It is a sort of drug.  If I could be there every day sitting in the darkened quiet listening to the amazing sound from horns answering the violins and the triangle.  The simple triangle.   That simple moment of clear sound. 

I guess the Music is back.  Anyone want to join me for a bit of Beethoven or Stravinsky. No fur necessary. 












Thursday, June 05, 2014

Childhood Cancer...... Rare? Depends on your perspective.

Childhood cancer is seen as a rare disease.  Lots of money goes to things like Breast Cancer, Lung Cancer and Colon Cancer. 

So these are the facts:

 Each year around 13,500 children are diagnosed with cancer in the US, that’s more than a classroom of kids a day.
 35,000 children are currently in treatment for cancer.
 Some 25% of all kids who are diagnosed with cancer die.
  • Some pediatric brain tumors, such as brain stem gliomas and pontine gliomas, are terminal upon diagnosis and no new protocols have been developed in 30 years.
  • Many pediatric cancers, including neuroblastoma and disseminated medulloblastoma, are terminal upon progression or recurrence.
 More children die of cancer every year than adults died in 9/11.
 Cancer kills more children than AIDs, asthma, diabetes, cystic fibrosis and congenital anomalies combined.
 The average age of death for a child with cancer is 8, causing a child to lose 69 years of expected life.
 The death of a child is one of the most traumatic events a family might face.
  • Families who have lost children are often financially and emotionally depleted.
This is Cancer World.  Now given there are over 300,000 million people in this world, Cancer is Rare.

When you are in Cancer World, none of it seems rare... It is our lives.  I am not sure why they always report the occurrence of childhood cancer as if it is surprising.  Those of us here it is not rare. 

Each parent of child with Neuroblastoma, knows a dozen kids with the same "Rare  form of cancer.  For a child to die of OsteoSarcoma, shish, happens all the time.  For a child to fail at a Bone Marrow Transplant, so so common.

It is all about perspective.  It just irks the Cancer Mom's when the words

Rare
seldom,
almost never happens


are bandied about our feathers ruffle and our feelings are hurt.  We are so so sensitive because all the kids we know have cancer.  It is not a rare event. It is our everyday life. 

When you enter Cancer World you are immediately

 put on a floor with kids that all have the same thing disease.  As your former live is taken over by being in Cancer World, you make more and more connections with families with cancer.  If you take stock of your life and your connections, few begin to be Cancer Free families. 

Because your child had cancer, everyone with cancer in their life begins to share.  You learn all about their journeys.  It is a way to connect and to be supportive. Sort of like when you are first pregnant and most women have a birth story to share.   Sharing and connecting is in our very beings. 

Childhood Cancer is rare when taken from the view of the entire population of the United States.  It is not rare on the 7th and 8th floor of Seattle Children's Hospital.  

It is the most financially and emotionally devastating form of cancer.  You think it is hard to parent a Teenager, try doing so with one that has been through treatment or diagnosed during that time.  We all complain we did not receive a manual for babies. We certainly don't have a manual for helping a child die and for burying a son or daughter. 

Lots of people are upset by the book "The Fault is in our Stars" and another one called, "I Wish My Child had Cancer".  

It is all about perspective.  How are we looking at things?  Which part of the animal is the blind person touching?   I get upset when I think someone should know better when they speak.  Dr. Charles Hemenway, an oncologist was one of them.  He really upset lots of families belittling their pain and struggles. He then explained himself as being a kind caring oncologist but not a lot of people bought his explanation.

He is one that should know better. 

Again, perspective.  Where are we seeing this story unfold? 





Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Multiple Uses for Weird Things in Our lives.

I find things that have one purpose and often they morph into something else.  Something completely not related.  Take the china mug for instance. 

Somehow over the years, my mom has come to want her coffee hot.  She does not want it to be microwaved if possible. She wants it hot. She wants it piping and strong and so she has it that way.   Thus the saga of the China Mug.  Not pottery, but china.   Bone China. Best possible quality.   She is so certain as to what she wants, she leaves a couple of mugs at our house.  She travels with her mugs and she looks for them always. 

China Mugs are part of the Wishing Rock Project bags.  May seem silly, such an item to be tucked in a bag with other much more practical things.  Trust me, it is hard to have a hot cup of anything at Seattle Children's.  The mugs are a symbol of trying hard to hold on to something civilized during a very difficult and de-humanizing time in every one's life. 

Teresa has been given a cup of tea in the front hall of New Waterford General Hospital. The head nursing sister was the first to come across her. If it had been that nice young intern from away, the hysterical woman would have been given a shot in the vein instead of a cup of tea. The head nurse, however, has noticed whether they drink the tea or not, the mere act of reaching out to receive something that must not be spilled seems to have a profoundly calming effect on all but the downright insane." Fall on Your Knees by Ann-Marie Macdonald 

The Mug is so much more. So much more. But then many things are. 

I was working in my kitchen and it was time to run the my salt cellar through the dishwasher.  I decided to figure out what it was.  I have used it for years.  I found it at Goodwill and it is a cool piece.  I just never could figure out what it was.  Well I have been using a container used to stain slides.  The wire to lift the insert out is missing. 
So now I am wondering what has been in this thing!!!!  I have used it for years.  How just creepy and scary is that!!!!!.  Is it contaminated with some horrible stained disease?  Have I made people sick?  It is too late now?

Just some of the questions I have. Just a few of many many that run through my brain every day.  

Okay.  Time to go wash the mugs for the bags to be delivered this week for Wishing Rock and to double wash the Salt Cellar. 




Monday, June 02, 2014

Great Crow Cacophony

The murder of crows and their cacophony woke up everyone.  Something was happening and we were not paying attention. 

I am sure there are lots of parents that feel like this when they are trying to find out what is wrong with their child.  Everyone has a diagnosis story.  

Ours was swollen optic nerves, two months of scans and exams. Finally the sneaky little blasts flooded ME's blood stream and we were off to the races.  (A race we still run and have had to do again.)

Bloody nose, cough, weird bruises, pain in the legs, lethargy, pain in the stomach.  Often there are numerous trips to the doctor, the emergency room.  

Then when they figure it out it is full bore press.  There is no time to even breath. Life Flights, long admissions, surgeries to place ports and piccs and Hickmans. There are consultations and scans and blood given and taken away.  Huge hubbub..  More noise.  

The noise never ends. Everything beeps. Even things that were formerly silent. Thermometers, IV pumps, phone's, call buttons, beepers, fire alarms.  Everything is trying to get your attention.  It is sort of like "signage overload".  When faced with too much information, we all just shut down. 

I still wake to the pump alarm.  It happens mostly when I am in that weird in between place of kind-a-sleeping.  My mind had stored all the sounds for use at another time.  Sort of like a squirrel and nuts.  

This morning the Crows were alarmed.  They are not quiet about their alarm. Everyone in the neighborhood heard them.  That is what they wanted.  They wanted to be heard and to be acknowledged.  I am sure they are like us, the Cancer Moms and Dads.  We are sitting in a corner of your world and we are screaming as loud as we can and no one truly understands the noise.  We have a doctor writing articles about how cancer is very rare and very curable. We have a family that wrote a book wishing their children had cancer and not autism. 

Hey, we are all just making lots of noise over here and we need some attention.  Something is wrong. Very Very Wrong.  We are a small group, a rare group, a very dissonant group. We have learned we have to be because what we are doing, is something lots of people don't understand. 

We understand but please know we will keep up the noise for as long as it takes.  It is a good song, a necessary harangue.