Not one little good thing

I have been a mess. I am physically and mentally exhausted. I can barely cope. I thought the first time around was hard, but the second time is worse.

Moving was a nightmare physically and emotionally. Mayo changed my appt from 2 days to 5 days of hellish tests that will have me sick and not eating and crying and freaking out. Then I have to make decisions. I could so soon be having surgery. I can't wrap my head around it, being in the hospital so long, being in pain, the changes, the possibility of dying in or because of surgery.

What was supposed to be a joy and happy moment of hope was gone. My son is devastated.  I can't help but wonder if my cancer crap effected him. It seemed like nothing can go right. Why couldn't God just give my son happiness in the mist of all of this. It was supposed to be a moment that would (rightly or wrongly of me) bring happiness to get me through the week. I call next week hell week.

I so wish I could just go and crawl up and go to sleep. I can't deal anymore. It is harder and harder to pull myself up and do what I am supposed to do. My break downs happen more frequently, too many to count in one day.

My sister keeps asking me what time we are leaving for Mayo tomorrow. I can't answer, it will take all I have to get in the car and go there.

Only 100 years

Pumpkin who just turned 10 years old was listening to music in the car with me and the song 100 years came on and he said "We only have a 100 years to live ?!?!" He said it like he couldn't believe it and how short that was. We really don't think about how short life is. 100 years is short compared to the long history of things. I again start my bargaining, how much time do I need???? I REALLY REALLY want 20 more years. I think that would be just enough to feel ok about dying. My youngest would be 24, out of college and into the world and my daughter would be 28 and perhaps I would be lucky enough to see her become a mother and be there to help her. I so want to be there for her. It breaks my heart to not be there for her when she becomes a mom for the first time. I think I may ask the doctors can they get me 20 years, it's not like I am asking for 60 more years to get to that 100 years.

It has been total upheaval around here. What was supposed to be a great, relaxing slow move into our new house has turned into a ticking time bomb of hurry up and move because who knows what will happen and when it will happen. I feel so stressed about the move now. I had wanted to take my time and organize and clean things out etc but now I feel like I have to be quick just to get it done. I start to feel overwhelmed and cry and get mad.

I called Mayo in Minnesota and sent my info up there, they will be calling back by the end of the week to set up an appt. I am getting tested to see what my mutation is, that will tell them more about my prognosis and what chemo is correct to use. I am so scared of that appt. I am scared of surgery, so scared I will die during it or soon after it from complication. The thing is it will be considered "good" if they say I can have surgery. Also, I am having flash back thoughts of chemo---the port, the surgery to put the port in, all the awful chemo symptoms. While cleaning I found my chemo pouch/bag that I had to carry around ALL THE TIME for DAYS. I kept it, I didn't throw it away.

I'll be back (imagine Arnold Schwarzenegger voice)

And so it is... cancer is back. I knew it would be back, just didn't know when. So despite having a clear ct scan and good blood work it is back says the GI dr who did the scope. And just like the first time they knew it right off, no need to wait for the biopsy. It seems it is a little bit higher than the last tumor. I guess the radiation killed the one spot so it grew some where else. At least I got 3 years of remission.

The worst will be telling my kids, AGAIN, their mom has cancer. I will do my best to play it off as no big deal. I am glad I never told my kids I was cured and that mom was all better. It will make it easier I think than if I had said "I was all better", "I'm cured".  I think it will be less of a shock. I think for me too, since I knew and know how bad cancer is and I never let myself  go to la la land fairytale dreams. I am realistic. I haven't told them yet, that will be tomorrow. My plan is to have pizza waiting for them to eat after I tell them. I thought about a movie theater right after I tell them, but of course their dad said no, too much money to do that. I had just wanted them to have fun right after bad news.

The second worst is telling my best friend. I so hate having her go through this. I hate that I need her so much. I don't want to drain her. Life is hard enough she doesn't need this too.

I hate that I have to be even stronger than I have been. I barely survived mentally the last years, I can't imagine how I will be able to do it again without completely breaking down. I can't handle anymore, I don't want to handle anymore.

A tip for people, don't go on facebook and insinuate someone else has cancer, if the person who has cancer wants the world to know they would do it or tell you to post it all over facebook and if they didn't tell you could and you didn't ask, then don't do it.

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The next few days........................
Are CRAZY! Took sleeping pills so I could sleep or my mind would not rest and I panic in the middle of the night when all is quiet.

Told the kids, the pizza worked! My daughter cried. I was strong. We went back to Gilda's Club (cancer group). It was great for the kids to have fun there.

I have a plan for now. At first and at other times I SO WISH I could just bury my head and pretend all is fine with me. Just like last time, how can I have cancer????? It makes no sense! When I feel "fine" except for the symptoms that I have are chemo and radiation related! And so being tired was my other sign. Crazy! Ok, the plan is to go see the local Onc Dr. to get his opinion and say good bye (insurance related). Call and get appt at Mayo Clinic in MN rated #1 in GI cancers!

What else is going on?  We are also set to move this weekend to a better and cheaper place to live. (planned before cancer came back) The kids will be changing schools too. So much for them to deal with on top of the cancer thing. I so just want to put cancer on hold till I move in and unpack and get settled. How long can I go before doing treatment? Will the cancer please not grow till I can get things done? Pretty please!

The bright spot is I have an awesome best friend and another great friend who is also a dr. A BIG plus who will go to the Mayo dr appt with me. They have given me so much relief in dealing with this.

Right now I only have to modes: 1- complete melt down mode or 2- research brain mode

This post was written in brain mode because I am sure there will be plenty of complete melt down posts.

Please pray for me and my kids.

March

It's March, colon cancer month! Have you seen all the BLUE everywhere--on every product, a blue shelf in every store, have you read all the articles on colon cancer, have you heard about all the celebrities raising money for colon cancer? No?? Me either.

The ct scan and blood work came back normal! But I still have to go get the scope done next Monday so they can do a biopsy.  I am nervous. I get more nervous the further out I get from treatment because my odds go up that it will come back. Can I make it till May when I will hit the 4 yr mark since dx?

The Power of a Pig

I just realized I haven't posted since November. It is easier to not post sometimes and ignore things. Liver has been up still. Just decided to not get ct scan until my regular one since it wasn't that high above normal. Had my scan and blood work will go tomorrow for results. I have been cranky with worry. For the last month I have been super tired, reminds me right before I got dx I was always tired but just thought because I had a new baby. I have also had some other issues no one wants to hear about. I don't want to do another scope, I was so sick the last time. Can't the blood and ct just tell me if it is back or not??? During all of this mental crazies I have been having, our guinea pig died. I am a huge animal person no matter before this. But going through his illness and death hit me more so because of my situation. Chewy was not old, he was sick, we took such care of him and saw him seem to get better. When he turned worse literally overnight I called vet and of course they recommend putting him down. We had already knew there was nothing else we could do to make hime better. The vet that works with guinea pigs wouldn't be in for a another couple of hours so I just held him and he died in my arms a few hours later and before we took him to the vet appt. it seemed to hurt knowing he died before his time of something and not old age. It sucked thinking of putting him down. I am so glad we didn't. It was super hard watching my kids go through this,him being sick and his death. It of course made think of how they would be once I die. So that little pig was pretty powerful at getting me thinking. I want to be cared for, i want hope (chewy did better and lived longer than they thought and his last weeks were special and important to me and the kids), I don't want to be "put down", I want love when I am dying. So hoping all is well tomorrow with the scan and the blood work and that my other symptoms can just be blamed on the radiation damage.

Just more tests

I got my results back---CEA (the blood test that can help detect if the cancer is back but is not always perfect) was normal, super sigh of relief about that! But then dr tells me my liver functions are rising, they were just a little high from the blood work a few months ago (which I didn't know!) and then with this lab results it went up even more. So the plan is to take more labs in a couple of weeks to see if it continues to go up. If it does, then an early CT scan. Right now I feel (and I think the dr too) it is not the cancer spreading since my CEA is normal and I don't have jaundice or other red flag signs. The only one sign I have right now is the stomach pain I have every day and I have had that for awhile and that is from the radiation damage. So I am ok emotionally right now, though I do look often at my eyes now, watching for yellow jaundice eyes.

Just another vent and whine, so sorry, feel free to skip

Am I weak or am I strong? I feel weak because I am handling everything horribly but think I have to be strong to continue on day after day. I will never get over the fact that I feel so horrible AFTER I am in remission. I can't even believe the cancer is gone and that it won't return. I never felt like this before I was dx with cancer and told stage 3b with a T4 tumor that spread. Cancer TREATMENT left me broken. It ripped me apart and my marriage apart and a mom who is not how I want to be. It takes all I got to get through literally the crap I have to deal with. It gets to me and I break down. I get so tired and warn out of ignoring and pretending. The mindless facebook/iphone games help distract me. I have the warning at the top of this blog about how this will not be nice reading, like I wrote before, this is only half the story. I have started to write down all, the whole truth for after I am gone. I want it to be known, I want people to known why and what happened to me. And here is why: I had a freak out moment, everything was getting to me, and I told someone things not written here. She cried and I really don't think could handle the info, and gave me $60. I guess the only way she could think to help me. The money was much needed and appreciated. At least they tried to help me in their own way. It was just the realization that people can not handle the things I am going through and I can not talk to people about it. I feel so alone. I even know I can not talk to my doctor about it! They don't want to, they don't have time, and they have no help to offer. It is just the way my life is now. It just sucks they didn't tell you things. I go Friday for tests and results on Monday. I really wish I could just get a phone call for the results. I hate going to see the dr, it is just useless waste of time. I have had a few panic attacks this past week when my mind wonders to the thought of doing chemo again and how my messed up life will be turned upside down even worse.