Living in a forward direction

Or as we like to say, "get your arse out of bed and keep moving!"
Living in a forward direction.
Some terrifically positive news from this weeks doctors appointments:
- At the Oncologists, Margie was told that there ARE NO LEUKEMIC CELLS IN THE SPINE.
 can I say that louder? That's huge is what that is.
-At the physical therapists, Margie worked with the therapists on walking and regaining natural mobility to that left leg that has been riddled with a leukemic mass behind the knee.
-Back at the Oncologists, treatment discussions which included options: three of them.
1. Don't do anything. (watch and wait)
2. Start Chemotherapy (then refer to no. 1 to see how she responds )
3. Turn all her medical information and current condition over to the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance and in turn The Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Hospital and find out if she is a candidate for current treatment and trials for Acute Myloid Leukemia.

Options? Choices? Me thinks not. Here's a hint:
The Hutch (Hutchinson) CURED  Margie of cancer once through the use of a stem cell transplant.

Speaking as one of her four children, this is a no brainer.

Living in a forward direction. Yes, please.

I  love you mom.

SEQUELS

(this post written by Kathleen, Margies youngest and likely brattiest child)

We've all seen that movie. The good one that left us wanting more. Or the bad one that surprised us that it even got as far as it did.
And then the sequel comes out.
Yes, a poor attempt at metaphor: Cancer as sequel. My first thought when Margie got the diagnosis: Really? Does anyone deserve cancer a second time?! Yes, I know, no one deserves it a first time. Most of us, some of us have had things happen to us or to loved ones that are not "deserved" but stuff comes our way and we deal with the cards we are dealt.
She dealt. Six years ago. But now. Again.

I have to stop harping on this, I know. I've been mulling it over for the last three weeks and it still won't settle in. Cancer a second time for someone that is now depleted because of Cancer's first visit is just so...wrong.

But I'm the original author of this blog and as the universally acknowledged truth of blogs go: my blog, my opinion. If you don't want to read it...shove off.

Ok.....That up there is my moment of frustration. Just putting it out to the universe cause it's sure not doing me any benefit to internalize. Done. Finished. Moving on....

YESTERDAY

I drove Margie over to Virginia Mason to get her radiation on the left leg, plus a bonus dermatology appointment for an annual mole patrol. (p.s. if you're part of this family, consider getting your many moles checked. Oh, and use that spf. Just sayin)

Dad (Robert) has been doing the drive back and forth for twelve days and as it gets pretty much mind numbingly tedious , I thought he deserved a little time off so I took over the driving yesterday and will again today.

(some of my writing is going to be a bit of catch up and background so as to fill in those of you not familiar with the colloquialisms of island living or the traveling to and fro required when one is being treated for cancer and how it's so not very convenient. ever.

Margie and I drove down to the ferry terminal, got in line for a 10:20 boat.  A little confusion at the toll booth: senior? uh, wha?  But I'm the baby of the family....  She was talking about Margie, but as my sensitivity to all things AARP is at a hyper sensitive level, I have a hair-trigger reaction to being accused of actually aging.
Once in line with the hoards of cars waiting for the boat, I was disappointed to find out that it wouldn't be necessary to flash our "medical boarding" pass that Margie mentioned in the previous post.
Thank you Colleen! What a huge relief! If one is unlucky enough to be part of the daily commuter experience on the island, you get to experience first hand not being able to board your vessel at the  preferred crossing time, and having to wait one or two hours for the next one. For someone traveling back and forth to a hospital, already flipping tired out from it all, that can be just a wee glimpse o' hell.

Of course, I'd like the medical boarding pass to include one of those nifty sirens that slap onto the top of the car and sing out some "wee- woo" warning. Think french flick, circa 1979.

Oh, but as mere mortals, we found our spot in line, turned off the engine and amused ourselves by plugging into the cigarette lighter all usb connectors that were attached to some device or another and speculating whether that they did indeed drain the battery whilst the car was turned off.

Gawd, if you've made it this far....

ok, ok, ferry crossing, dock in seattle, up the hill, blah, blah, blah.

First up: dermatology. Oh, but look: we are one and a half hours early for the appointment! How did that happen? I have no idea!
But we make the most of it by zipping into the "medical spa" nestled into the dermatology area. Naturally, Margie and I screech to a halt (I'm pushing her in a wheel chair, so there is actual screeching involved) right in front of a display of Dermalogica brand products, all promising anti-aging with the tempting sub-category of "resurfacing"

sign me up!!

A couple hundred dollars later, the nurse comes in and tells us that the doctor can take Margie early!
Yipee! Save me from sinking another several hundred dollars into big promises beauty products!
I snatch up my wee bag of liquid sandpaper, er, resurfacing creams, and off we go to see about the moles!

Luckily, Margie has only a tiny suspicious spot, so we leave with just a tiny surface scrape and a bandaid to cover it. Naturally, I want the Doc to give me a freebie consult- can't you just burn this thingy over here off, I'm her daughter, yes, that's a melanoma scar on my shoulder, but no-go. He's all business and no games for me. Poo. note to self: schedule my mole patrol.

Virginia Mason Hospital, like many big city hospitals, is a wonderfully complex maze of buildings and sky bridges, hallways and corridors, lobbies and parking garages. Our task was to get from Dermatology on the 9th of the Lubowski (?) corridor, over the sky bridge in another wing,  to the oncology floor and then on to the basement (shouldn't they just call it the dungeon?) for radiology. (how appropriate)
Naturally, thanks to the zippy staff in Dermatology, we have  time on our hands. And what better way to burn time then find our way to the gift shop!
But even better, we make good use of Margies wheel chair: I propel the wheel chair toward the elevator button and her challenge is to push the button whilst zipping by, if she misses, we have to loop around in a huge, dizzying circle and try again. Weeeee!

Ever had to spend the day in a hospital? yes? then you understand.

That concludes part one of our adventures....I have to get ready to get to the ferry! Haha!

xo
kathleen

THE MUTHA IS BACK

(this post written by Kathleen as told by Margie) Kathleen will italicize anything she wants to say....

Of all the things that could have happened, here it is again. I was cured, I had every reinforcement I could hope for and two weeks ago, re-diagnosed with leukemia.

And now it's back to the blog and my wonderful life with cancer.

( I wanted to write goddamm cancer, but mom tells me this:  when Bill Szabo wanted to say expletives like s.o.b. , he'd say "stone of a peach"....I say I'm allowed to say what I want about cancer and trust me on this, bill would agree with me.)

Back in february of this year, I wanted to continue my almost daily workouts at the gym with weight lifting, yoga, treadmill and stretching. I was starting to peter out. I didn't feel like I could make those daily trips to the gym.

My energy was getting lower and lower and felt weaker by the day. I was having pain in my left knee, leg and foot. I couldn't walk several blocks, always just too tired. I started a series of visits to the family doctor and was given a variety of possible causes, including sciatica.

Three trips to the emergency room due to knee and leg pain, doppler tests, and it was concluded that I had a blood clot behind my knee. I was started on blood thinners, giving myself twice daily heparin injections in my abdomen for two weeks before starting on coumadin to further thin my blood.

Nothing was helping. My knee was getting larger, and the leg and foot continued to swell until very hard.

After seeing my pulmonary doctor, he examined my knee and leg and declared that this was not a blood clot and sent me for an MRI. the MRI showed clear evidence of a leukemic mass or tumor that was putting pressure on blood vessels and nerves.

Unfortunately, weeks turned into months as doctors looked at my symptoms and said it could be any number of things.

The MRI gave firm evidence of a firm diagnosis of a mass of isolated leukemic cells. I saw my oncologist then who has been with me since 2006, he immediately prescribed radiation to the left knee and leg and a bone marrow biopsy two weeks post diagnosis.

As of now, I don't have the results of the biopsy yet. The oncologist is planning for a lumbar puncture but has not said when.

I have been in touch with the SCCA, (Seattle Cancer Care Alliance) who oversaw my stem cell transplant of 2007.  The SCCA is waiting and will receive all my test results from my oncologist. I remain a patient of the SCCA.

I am confident that I will benefit from the expertise and the knowledge that the SCCA has in the treatment of leukemia. At this time, I am nearing completion of twelve days of localized radiation to my left lower extremity.

My oncologist also referred me to a neurologist because I have a great deal of trouble walking and keeping my balance. I had a very satisfying visit with this doctor today, July 16th.

He believes that the symptoms I have on the balance and the poor walking can be attributed to the pressure on the nerve, but there may be no damage to that nerve. Once the pressure is relieved (which is the purpose of the radiation) to shrink the tumor,  it will take many weeks for the therapeutic changes to become apparent. There are important changes already apparent: some reduced swelling and hardness of the calf,  and slightly reduced pain.

Its taken a lot of stamina to take the ferry to Seattle every day for the last two weeks, but I have been very much helped by a medical pass where we are able to drive straight onto any boat, without  a possible 1 to 2 hour wait.

It has been quite a shock for our whole family because we thought that this was well behind us after seven years.

Our children have been here to spend time with us, and will be continuing as much as they are able to be here during this time period of many questions as to my total condition. But, we will always look forward to a happy outcome, especially with their love and support.

I want to thank Kathleen for pushing me to cooperate with her for continuing this blog. I know that there are many of you that want information about what is happening with me and to be kept up to date on developments. I dreaded having to verbalize for this blog, what the last five months have been, but I always believe there is hope and I believe that God is watching over our entire family.

That includes our four grandsons. Thank you,  Kathleen.

(I will be posting every week or as needed to keep everyone abreast of what the latest developments are on Margie's condition.)