Blog Bird Background - a Reminder that God knows and still cares- even about my hair falling out.

Matthew 10:29-31 "What's the price of a pet canary? Some loose change, right? And God cares what happens to it even more than you do. He pays even greater attention to you, down to the last detail - even numbering the hairs on your head! So don't be intimidated by all this bully talk. You're worth more than a million canaries. (The Message Translation)



Saturday, July 10, 2010

The Day After

Today has been a rough day. I have been in bed nearly all day, nauseous while using 2 forms of RX anti-nauseas, (which both cause headaches), and exhausted, and achy. Chemotherapy really does suck the life out of me for a couple days following - and just when I'm starting to feel better, my hair starts coming out in handfuls. :)  But, God knows the number of hairs on (or not on) my head, and knows the number of treatments I'll have to do to see if this works, or doesn't work.

Dr K had been convinced after seeing a 29,000 count go to a 33,000 count in just days, that after the 2nd chemotherapy treatment, if I got up to/above 50,000 and stayed for the next 3 weeks, that she could be convinced to stop treatment. She said all that, then we got the results of my blood test back with a knock at the door. 13,000. They'd dropped out by 20,000 in just a matter of days with no cause that we know of. So, now things are up in the air again. I get to go in once a week to see what my count is, and then it will be decided if I go in for round 3.

The kids were in and out of my room - with a promise to watch their show quietly or to keep the Xbox volume down low (and not to wiggle TOO much) but sweet Livi just has zero concept of quiet (and of not wiggling as that's literally all she does all day long!). She went for a long walk with Joel and the dog today, stopping to play at the slides and climb, and chase around other kids, and Joel thought he'd had her thoroughly worn out, but...no siree! She laid in bed singing yelling "Row, row, row your boat" so long that each of the boys went down to complain about how loud she was being. After making her sad eyes and pitiful face, and saying "I snuggle you, Daddy" in her sweetest little princess voice, he took her downstairs to snuggle. That, my friends, was HOURS ago. Now, she's been in my room about 15 minutes after telling Daddy "I miss Mommy today, I need to snuggle her". He brought her up and she demanded the big pillow and told me it was her turn to pick a show. 13 minutes into an episode of "Wow, Wow Wubbzzy" and she'll be heading to bed soon, but not before getting in her snuggle time with mama. Being away from my kids or having my tolerance of noise and wiggles severely lowered has probably been the hardest part of all of this.

I know that my love language is touch, and it's become very clear that at least two of my 3 kids have the same love language. I've spent the entire time up until now "rubbering" her arms, legs, feet, back, tummy and head...and now her little finger is rubbing softly on my arm. Her bedtime routine is to get snuggled up with ber "LullaBible" CD turned on, then she'll roll on her tummy and say "rubber my back and pray" every night. She closes her eyes tightly while I pray and rub her back softly and usually (USUALLY!) she's good to snuggle in for the night.

Hunter's the same way - he adores snuggling and will sit as close to you as humanly possible even holding hands with intertwined fingers if he gets his way.  When I don't feel good, he makes an extra effort to come and give me kisses so "You can feel better, Mommy!". My children are precious - and I love them so much.

Welcome Back - to you AND to me!

It's been over a year since my last post and very simply, the reason I stopped was because my blood disorder stopped causing me problems - yet, I was encompassed in pain and didn't have the energy to update on every little thing I did for the pain. It was mind-numbingly dull and wasn't really helping anyway, so I didn't see the need.

A few weeks ago, though (months, now, I guess) my platelet disorder started becoming a problem again with a count down to 5,000 at one point. I was put on dexamethasone which just freaked me out (side-effects - sweating, shaking, mood swings (that were HARD to control), depressed thoughts, anxiety attacks over nothing...a little of this, a little of that, which added up to a LOT of problems.) To top it off, the steroids usually gave me a 3-4 week window of time before I had to retreat, and this go-around, my count dropped from 78,000 after 4 days taking it, to 7,000 5 days later. Not an ideal response.

My hematologist suggested we try Cytoxan, a form of chemotherapy, to see how it worked. It works in some cases of RA and Lupus, basically other auto-immune disorders, but with ITP it's tricky because essentially we're seeing a drop in ALL my numbers, including platelets. It's a balance to see if it kills off the atibodies that I'm creating  MORE than the platelets, so the platelets can continue to live. I LOVE how so much of medicine is an educated guessing game! I will very seriously say that I do have one of the best minds in the field working with me - and even as an educated guessing game, she is one of the BEST at making appropriate guesses. She's as sharp as a tack - and I wish everyone could meet her. YOU would LOVE her as Joel and I do. (She's the one that held hands and prayed with Joel and I at our last appointment. Not prayed with us - prayed FOR me. Amazing).

I am super tired and don't feel like playing "catch-up" at the moment from the last month - I have given most everyone who needs it the information they need to date, so here is what happened today at my 2nd appointment for Chemotherapy.

I went back and the nurse started my IV. *Little tidbit of happy information* I don't do well with IVs. I have a list of requirements for anyone starting one on me from "Don't dig, if you can't find it, just repoke somewhere else" to please use lido if you are good at your job and can use it without losing the vein. Please, PLEASE, try your darndest to get it in the first shot. I don't look, I hold someone's hand and the minute she starts pushing the iv needle in, I start blacking out and the room starts spinning. Laying down, sitting down, no matter what, I start to go. Well, today, the doctor wanted to see me AFTER the iv was started. I was leaning into the wall and needed assistance getting to a chair - it was a mess. We decided I'd see her BEFORE the IV was started in the future so I wouldn't have to get up. And this was before  any premeds that made me loopy even! That's just how incredibly bad I am with IV's. (Blood draws aren't as bad, but one arm (with bigger, better veins) has tons of scar tissue built up and I've made the lab peeps use butterfly (baby) needles and go higher or lower on that vein to avoid the scars. If they don't - it hurts, BADLY for an hour following. That's NOT normal.)

My platelet count was only 13,000 today. I was really devastated by that number since it had gone from 29,000 to 33,000 and I was really hoping (and still am, I guess) that this second treatment would be it for the cytoxan. My Doctor even said that if she could get me up over 50,000, she'd be willing to stop. It's not all over and done with yet, but with the drop today, it doesn't look spectacular. So frustrating.

I am starting to feel the yucky chemo side-effects. My hair is already falling out after one treatment, so I went and cut it all off into a "cool" do that is easy enough to play with to cover the thin spots. My amazing sister-in-law did the leg-work and set an appointment for me at a wig-shop in downtown Portland.

Over the phone she'd been quoted $120 to $250 for synthetic hair, so we were thinking it was fairly reasonable. Yeah, RIGHT! The very first one I tried on was fantanstic. It wasn't too full, looking more like the natural thickness of my hair, the cut was adorable on my face shape, and the color was literally colors that Katie has done on me before. I tried on several others and learned how to tie the scarves all pretty, but after asking the price, and trying not to choke, I told her I needed to "talk to my husband about it".  As she left to use the restroom, I pulled the tag around and my awesome sister Jenee took a picture of the tag with all the identification details on it so we could look it up online.

Not only did I find it online, I found it for $130 online, and $8 shipping. And no tax if I mail it to Joel's office in Oregon! PLUS, then I found a little blurb about a medical discount and they'll give me a medical discount on TOP of the already great price. I'm going to email and ask if they have any fliers, because with as wonderful as they've been to me at Acewigs.com, I asked Dr. Kolibaba if I could get the info to her for other men and women suffering hair loss. She was elated.

The rep from Ace Wigs emailed me back and this is what she had to say:

"In recent years, almost all of our suppliers have forced us to display prices higher than those we would like to offer our clients. However, while you’re on the phone speaking with Kim, he can temporarily lower the price of any wig on our site, process your order while you wait, and then raise the price back up!"  And, "Our prayers for your complete recovery following your treatments. I went through chemo in 2004 and lost every hair on my head, so I’m particularly happy to be able to offer a discount to other women who are undergoing hair loss and are in need of a nice wig at an affordable price."

The bottom line is: They get it. And we (Dr K. and myself) love people who "get it".

I've rambled on for quite long enough - I'll attach some photos - of my hair right now, short and of the wig I'll be ordering soon. The one I tried on is the actual color, but I had the bangs pushed aside as they were SUPER long and in need of a trim. I've also started stocking up on scarves and hats that cover my entire head (that don't look "wintery" - few and far between!) so if you see any cute ones, let me know so I can go pick them up!

Thanks so much - and thank you to EVERYONE for your continued prayers, love and support. Without you, we would probably not be doing as well as we are. Joel and I feel your love and the kids know they're loved by so many more people than most kids get to love them - and that means the world to me.

Betsy

PS: In the final picture, I had been bawling my eyes out - the reality of losing my hair and all that was happening was incredibly overwhelming. I know I don't look happy, but I do love the wig.





Sunday, May 3, 2009

So we said good-bye...


My sister (in-law, but I don't really think of her that way) left this morning for the Dominican Republic. I'm so excited for her and for all that God has planned for her while she's there. She'll be gone until August 19th and is working with Kids Alive International, coordinating the volunteers that come down to work with the organization.


But, I am also so sad for me. When there are very few people in your life you consider close friends, and of those, even fewer still that you feel you can call in a heartbeat if you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen to you, to encourage you, to help stir your faith, to know your heart and not judge you for mis-steps along your journey, having one leave is devastating.


Jenee is one of those people for me. She's not just a friend, she's my sister. And she's a good sister. And she's a good friend. I can call her when I feel like punching the wall or curling up and crying. I can call her when I'm excited about something stupid or when one of the kids says something hilarious and I need to tell someone. She knows all the ins and outs about my life the last 2 years and all the crap I have dealt with and am currently dealing with. She loves my kids, and she's always willing to help me if I need it. More than that, if I just want someone to come sit on the couch and 'be' with me for no reason other than I'm lonely, I know I can call on her.


Doesn't it suck when a friend like that leaves? I know it's only for 4 months. It feels like an eternity to me.


Thank GOD for Skype.


I love you Jenee. I miss you already.

G.G.s are the Bestest!

Olivia with her Great Grandma (G.G.).
Grandma's mother is also still alive and kicking at 96 this August!



Proof is in the Pudding.

19 months old on Wednesday the 6th and has pooped on the potty twice. She'll likely be potty trained before Hunter, her 3 1/2 year old brother. Sigh.

Friday, May 1, 2009

My Love Bugs!

Liv & Hunter watching the kids in the Pleasant Valley "Spring Sing".

Little Bumblebee for the "Going Buggy" performance!
My little singer!!


Hunter is our resident "Strange child". He asks for the weirdest things..."Mom, take a picture of my arms like this!"



A day in my life.





Strange boy, again.



Will, dressed as DJ Lance Rock







Little Tutu girl, begged to dress up then played out back with the big boys in the dirt!



Diva!





Little kitchen helper!










My Love Bugs...some pictures:





















And another month has gone by...

...since I last updated my blog. I have realized with my sister leaving for the Dominican Republic for 4 months on Sunday, I need to keep up so she knows what's going on in our lives.

I went to see the rheumatologist. His determination after an examination was that the pain is not localized in only my joints (which means it's not RA, which is good!) but is also in my tendons and some muscles. His diagnoisis is neuropathic pain and an extreme Vitamin D defeciency. Neuropathic pain basically is my nerves misfiring and telling my body I'm in pain after doing regular, normal things people do on a daily basis, that shouldn't be causing pain. The Rheumatologist said that he's seen this kind of pain develop after patients use the medication Plaquenil, but usually after long-term use, not usually after a week on the medication (which is how long I took it).

Vitamin D defeciencies can cause extreme bone pain (normal Vitamin D levels are 30-150. Mine was 11.). I was put on 50,000 iu of Vitamin D per week and another medication called Gabapentin for pain. It's a pain medication, but not a narcotic.

So far in the last several weeks, I haven't noticed a huge change, if any at all. I've now been referred to the pain clinic. Sheesh.

Lunchtime for the kiddos, so I think I'll write more to update on their adorableness later!