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Day 69: Thank you

First off, thank you so much to everyone who dropped by to leave kind words and say “go to that wedding!”

One friend reminded me that Elsa’s journey is not anyone else’s journey. She’s not the little girl with the Ikea pillowcase – she’s just our Elsa. The same friend also volunteered to be my official “googler” – someone to sift through the tomes of cancer websites and pick out only the good stuff. I can’t promise that I will obey the “no more googling” law, but I can try.

My wise cousin – who is many years down the road in her own cancer story – gave me a small glimpse into our own possible future. She is now able to look back on her own early struggles and feel compassion for the weary woman she once was. Weary, I am. She also encouraged me to find some alternate activities that don’t include “wallowing.” John and I watched “Bridesmaids” and it made me vow to watch more funny movies. They really are therapeutic.

Another lovely reader – a woman I have never met, but who follows our story – she encouraged me to go the wedding and dance like Elsa is watching. I liked that. She’s right. It’s really important that we invest in Elsa’s future by maintaining our own sanity and Elsa needs to see her parents having fun. This is a very long road and I’m glad I took the opportunity to get away when I could.

Thank you to everyone who stops by and reads and comments. Your company through all of this is invaluable.

And now, because everyone loves a good wedding photo: Here is one of ours from 9/10/11. It was a very sweet, small, surprise shindig. Story and more pictures to follow, if/as/when I find the time away from my marauding toddler.

Day 63 – 65: Blah

Updates have been slim this week since I have been feeling a bit “blah.” I am happy to report that Elsa is doing well, though. In good spirits, running around, tormenting the dog. The usual.

When we walked into the hospital this past Monday for our weekly clinic visit, my heart sank. I just wanted to scream, “I’m done now! Enough!” During our first week in the hospital, our Leukemia 101 professors kept reminding us that leukemia treatment is a marathon and not a sprint. I think that, for the first time, I’m really starting to feel the weight of that statement. I’m at mile 2 and already my muscles are burning.

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Took a break. Went grocery shopping. I’d like to be able to say that I’m feeling renewed, but I think I’m feeling worse.

I’m not sure why I did this, but I googled “Leukemia blog.” Why google? Why do I do this to myself? The first two that I clicked on were both written by or about people who have died. The second one was actually about a girl diagnosed at age 22 months and then in remission for 7 years. Mysteriously, she relapsed at age 11. Died. In a lot of her pictures, her head is laying on the same Ikea pillowcase that John and I have on our bed. Were I in a better mood, I would put my blinders on and continue with my day, repeatedly telling myself, “She’ll be fine. She’ll be fine.” Instead, I just feel awful, like that pillowcase was a terrible omen. Today, Elsa feels like a ticking time bomb, wrapped in this happy, smiling, toddler costume.

Children die from this. They spend time in the ICU, hooked up to machines and tubes. I just can’t. Can’t. Can’t. Think about that for Elsa. I can’t. I honestly haven’t felt like this since early in her treatment. Hopeless and afraid and unable to push these awful thoughts out of my head.

I know this will pass. These feelings.

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Took another break. 24 hours passed. Time spent. Feeling honestly better today. Still sad, but now allowing myself to pursue any more google searches. I’m heading to Philadelphia for the night – for a close friend’s secret wedding reception. I didn’t think I would be able to go, but I’m forcing myself – I would regret staying home. There couldn’t be a better time for me to leave, really. She is tolerating consolidation so well. All of her side effects from the Day 1 dose of vincristine (pain, change in taste resulting in no appetite, constipation) have passed. She is sleeping through the night for the time being.

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More hours have passed. This is what it is like trying to write a blog post with a 19 month old in the house. On my way to Philly. Nervous, but excited to be fancy free for approximately 22 hours. Putting away whatever dark feelings I have. Telling myself that all will be well while I’m away.

Day 57: Clinic, In pictures (and a lot of words)

When we get to clinic, Elsa first gets her port accessed. Before we leave in the morning, I put numbing cream over her port (kept in place by Glad Press & Seal – the best!) so that she doesn’t even feel the needle insertion. This is one of the nice things about her being a toddler for all of this: Toddler brain + no pain = No fear. Phew.

That mask stays on for approximately 0.03 seconds. And the glove? The glove is just for fashion.

Here she is having the needle placed. Her port lies just under the skin on her left chest wall. Notice her total apathy and boredom. Seeing this picture, I realize that I should be wearing a mask too! I’m breathing down her neck, all over her sterile field – oy. Bad nurse mom. Bad, bad nurse mom. Sheesh.

Needle in my chest? Ho hum.

Once the needle is in, they tape it down and leave it there for the rest of our visit. This way, they can draw blood, give her fluid/transfusions/medications if needed, and give her chemo. When this whole thing started, I was terrified she would pull at the needle, but once it is in there, she forgets it exists. Another great thing about toddler brain: Out of sight, out of mind. Her port is a little positional – they say that the tube inside might get a little kinked on her collar bone – so we have to move her arm around a bit when she gets her blood drawn. She finds all this arm flapping pretty amusing. Plus, you can’t hear it, but Mary, her nurse, is singing, “Where is Tubey? Where is Tubey? Here I am! Here I am!” (to the tune of “Where is Thumbkin?”) “Tubey,” is what the nurses call the kids’ port access devices. P.S. If I could take Mary home with me, I would. Immediately. Elsa loves her, to the max.

Getting blood drawn? Nothing to it!

Now, we spend two hours waiting around for her blood test results. We are mainly interested in her ANC (Absolute Neutrophil Count), which is a measure of her immune system’s strength. They are also looking to make sure her hemoglobin, hematocrit, and platelets are up to snuff. Plus, they are always watching her liver and kidneys to make sure the chemo isn’t getting too toxic. We spend this waiting time: running around the 2nd floor of the hospital, visiting the GI clinic (which is right across the hall), riding the elevators up to the 8th floor and back down to the basement, checking in on the Surgery clinic waiting room (where they have some neat toys), stealing the nurses’ keys so we can go try to open various locked cabinets, and playing with the Child Life staff in the oncology waiting area. I was too busy chasing her, so no pictures of all that fun stuff. Grammy came with us on this last visit, so here, Elsa gets her blood pressure checked while washing Grammy’s arm.

Multitasking.

Once her blood results are back and we have waited the requisite 6 hours without eating/drinking, Elsa is ready for the procedure room. There, she gets a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) and the intrathecal methotrexate (chemo in her spine). Thank goodness it is 2011 and kids get sedated for these procedures. Mary was telling us that, when she first started doing pediatric oncology, they didn’t sedate the kids for anything – not even the bone marrow biopsies. She said that, you would have to pry children off the door frame, kicking and screaming, to get them manhandled down on the table.

Elsa, on the other hand, waltzes into the room, climbs up on the table and sits happily while they give her Versed (medicine for sedation) to make her silly and floppy. Sometimes, she even does a little hip wiggling dance that makes everyone in the room smile. Once she is lying on the table, they give her Ketamine (both for pain control and sedation), and, though her eyes are open throughout the whole procedure, she lies still and quiet. The first couple of times she needed procedures, I sobbed quietly through the whole thing, holding on to her face and whispering in my head, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I’m happy to say that, for the last two spinal taps, I have made it through without a tear – funny the things you can get used to.

Getting some versed - about to get real silly!

Versed + light-up toys = genius

Feeling good. . . .

Needles in my back? No sweat.

The actual spinal tap/spinal chemo, thankfully, only takes about 5 minutes. They watch her pulse and oxygen saturation through the whole thing and, so far, she has done exceptionally well for all her procedures.

Just a little post-sedation hallucination.

That hardest part is keeping her lying flat for 30 minutes after the procedure, but I have mastered how to climb up on the table and nurse her lying down. Reason #57 I am happy she is still nursing.

And now for my official, favorite picture of all time:

Hey mom! Hey Dad! That was so fun!

With a look of deep concern, people often ask me, “Is it just terrible having all these clinic visits?” As you can see, we generally have a great time at clinic. There will be some phases of treatment in our future where we might have less fun, but for now, we are trying to enjoy ourselves as much as possible.

Day 53: Consolidation Underway

I know life is getting a little more “normal” because I am back to my old procrastinating ways! I have about 8 unfinished posts to tackle, a slew of “thank-you” cards to write, a number of house organizing projects, wedding photos to edit (that is the subject of another post!) and a handful of undone errands. I’m happy to say that, for the time being, “wallowing” has been taken off my list. My handy little kitchen chalkboard has even awoken from it’s dormancy to tell me what to do every morning. I can barely contain my enthusiasm for having a looming “To-Do” list again that does not include, “Stop all other activities and be miserable about Elsa’s cancer.”

Notice: No Wallowing.

Now for some treatment information since I know that is why most people are here reading.

We are on Day 53 of her cancer treatment.

We had a 9 day delay in starting the next phase of treatment. These delays are normal, but frustrating when all you want to do is get this crap over with. Elsa’s bone marrow was pretty severely depressed after 29 days of the Induction onslaught so it took her awhile to “make counts” in order to start the next phase. Whenever I talk about “making counts,” it means that we are waiting for her ANC (the # that tells us the strength of her immune system) to reach a certain level where it is high enough for the next onslaught. In this case, they wanted her to be above 750 in order to start Consolidation. We had two visits where we went in, prepared for chemo, but they sent us home with a “Sorry, no chemo today.” We called it our “Chemo Vacation,” and you’ve got to love a chemo vacation, even if it is unplanned. Finally, she made counts on Tuesday, September 6th.

We are now on Day 7 of the 2nd phase of treatment called “Consolidation.” I do plan on, eventually, having a whole separate link that will describe all the phases of treatment.

Consolidation is considered one of the easiest phases throughout treatment and is certainly the easiest phase for the next few months. Thus, we are trying to enjoy ourselves heartily before things get ugly again. Here is what the Consolidation schedule looks like:

-Vinchristine IV (into her port) on Day 1
-Methotrexate IT (into her spine) on Days 1, 8, and 15
-Mercaptopurine (oral chemo – also called “6-MP”) by mouth every night for 29 days.

Easy, right!? I know it sounds nuts, but by chemo standards, it really is a breeze. Two of those drugs are known enemies to us (the Vinchristine and Methotrexate) so we are already pretty experienced in dealing with their side effects. She gets sedatives during the spinal taps so those go pretty smoothly now. So far, the 6-MP hasn’t been giving us too many issues except for a pretty marked decrease in her appetite. All in all, except for the baldy head, she doesn’t really look or act sick for the time being.

Working on another post: Consolidation In Pictures. Coming soon!

For now, I leave you with this blurry, but aggressive dose of cuteness:

Just hanging at the Stevensons.