Things I have learned........that have nearly nothing to do with cancer

First, for those wondering how today (OK, technically, yesterday) went, it was uneventful, which is good.  My potassium levels are back in the normal range.  I have a slight head cold, but, no fever and my white blood count was acceptable, so chemo was administered.  My close friend, Nicole, took me, so we shopped a bit while waiting and talked a lot while I was hooked up.  Thus, no earlier update.  7 treatments down, only 5 to go for this first round.  I start the new stuff November 9th.

Second, having cancer has taught me many things, mostly about having cancer....what red arm bands mean on Floor 10 of the Gonda Building, what order my drugs are administered because I'm part of  a drug trial, or even, I now hate the taste of chocolate, and like the taste of black licorice.  But, is is teaching me so much more than that.

People are so generous and thoughtful.   It astounds me that they take time out of their busy lives to encourage me: my family, my friends, and even students and their families.  I firmly believe that each prayer, act of encouragement, and all the positive energy is what is getting me through this.  It is teaching me to do the same.  To not be afraid of intruding.  To offer comfort when others are fighting their own battles. 

I have learned that nurses are the lifeblood of health care.  I have seen doctors to start my treatment, then, haven't laid eyes, ears, or emails on a single one until today.  The nurses have helped keep me grounded, comfortable, and added a laugh or two.  I was disappointed today that I didn't get to chat with Lisa, and, instead saw one of the doctors.  To all you nurses out there, thank you, for keeping my world sane.

I have great empathy, now, for the children I teach that have ADD/ADHD.  For those that know me, I am of an age that didn't diagnose ADD yet, however, I had all the classic symptoms growing up.  I have learned to manage it, and, only have vague memories of how it made my school life difficult.  However, I receive a steriod to help mitigate the effects of one of the drugs, and it notches my  inability to focus up tenfold for 24 hours.  It is frustrating to know I need to listen to the person speaking and being completely unable to do so.  And, I am an adult.  Imagine how many times this is magnified in a 6-year-old!  I am looking at these students with a new eye.

Finally, I have a new-found empathy for the comb-over.  Yep, you heard it, the comb-over.  I used to scoff and think that those men aren't fooling anyone, just let it go.  Here is what I am finding....I thought I was relatively chill about losing my hair.  Honestly, it will grow back.  However, I was profoundly shaken to see bald spots.....I immediately wanted to cover it.  If I had long enough hair, I believe I would have gone for my own comb-over.  For those who embrace their bald spots, much love to you.  Here is me and my bald spot, signing off

To my mom and dad, thank you for funding my need for hats!  I found the hat store for cancer patients in the Subway Level at Mayo (which, if you ever need, would be a great place to hole up in the event of a zombie apocolypse).  I got some cute ones, which I will post later.  Again, thank you for your thoughtfulness.

One dark, and stormy night..

Last night the storms boomed.  Our poor puppy (OK, old dog), shivered, and I prepared for an early day at the clinic.  The light is changing fast and we drove to Rochester in nearly pitch dark.   I drive through beautiful bluffs and rolling farmland.  I am truly lucky to live where I do.

As I was waiting to talk to the nurse (more on her later), I struck up a conversation with the woman next to me.  She overheard me talking to my substitute, who had some tech questions.  She guessed I was a teacher, and, it turns out her son is as well.  She and her husband travel, every two weeks, from North Dakota to participate in a drug trial.  It is helping him tremendously.   I am thankful for their hope, and again, for my easy ability to access quality care.

Each day, I report about 2 hours before chemo starts to draw blood.  They run my blood to make sure I am healthy enough to receive chemo.  So far, so good.  Between blood draw and chemo I talk to a nurse about my week and my lab results.  This is my shout out to all the nurses.  You make this impersonal process human.  It is hard to imagine how assembly-line-like this process can be, and how many people are on the same path.  Lisa, "my" nurse takes time to talk to me.  She comes and finds me, rather than using the ubiquitous beeper system.   We both have only one child, so we encounter the same challenges, and joys, that come with that.  We don't just talk about numbers and symptoms.   She keeps me grounded on a crappy day.

We interrupt the regularly scheduled program for a proud mama Moment!  I love her independent spirit, straightforward approach to life, and clear-eyed gaze.  She makes me proud every day!

I also want to thank all the volunteers who help make my time in chemo a little brighter.  I have been visited by women who have survived breast cancer.  It is a relief to talk chemo with someone that KNOWS what I am experiencing.   There are other volunteers dispensing snacks, last week I was given hand-made crystal earrings, this week a hand massage!  The volunteer today may have given me an extra long massage as she retired from interior design, which is what my amazing daughter is going to study.  I got the business from her.  She was an elegant lady who filled me in on the reality of working in the field.  It ain't HGTV. I believe people are showing up just when I need them.

All things considered, my numbers remain normal.  I have one exception....my potassium is low.  Luckily this is easily resolved with a supplement.   I thank God every day for making this journey go so smoothly.  In fact, my hair is like the loaves and fishes.....I keep losing it, and I still have enough.