The sun really never came out today. Since, there wasn’t any dark clouds either, I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that… Maybe, do a little walk outside and write a little inside… listening to Classical KUSC.
So, this past Sunday night, I had another big scare: I experienced a very significant loss of blood. My blood pressure dropped to low. Upon seeing a nurse practitioner (as my oncologist was away this past Monday), she called immediately for a GYN appointment and further prescribed meds for my chemo-related side effects. I was at the gynecologist office not so long ago when a section of my CT scan appeared suspicious. Luckily, my Pap test and biopsy came back normal (always a fear when you have the BRCA gene, also the gene mutation for ovarian cancer). And this time again, the findings from the ultrasound—normal. My excessive bleeding was due to chemotherapy. And, after knowing me for three years, my GYN believes last Monday’s chest pain, shortness of breath was chemo-related, too, not anxiety-based as noted. I thought so, because I’ve had a lot of nightmares in my life. Hard to believe a dream of a bloody rabbit (post: Dream into Reality -- The Velveteen Rabbit) could produce such horrific heart pain… Hmm…
All so interesting… For the first time in my chemo regime, my neutrophils have dropped to a low .69 and unless that I get that number back up … clear up the sunburn in my mouth (also due to chemo), my chemo treatment #5 (A/C #1) maybe delayed. I don’t see that happening actually. Today, I feel pretty good. Weird… still kinda rocking it—in a crazy way.
Chemo has created a host of side effects, which come and go through treatments, beyond the very recent blood clotting and mouth/gum problems such as temporary hair loss, fatigue, nausea, muscle and joint pain, constipation to just the opposite, excessive thirst…
So, this past Sunday night, I had another big scare: I experienced a very significant loss of blood. My blood pressure dropped to low. Upon seeing a nurse practitioner (as my oncologist was away this past Monday), she called immediately for a GYN appointment and further prescribed meds for my chemo-related side effects. I was at the gynecologist office not so long ago when a section of my CT scan appeared suspicious. Luckily, my Pap test and biopsy came back normal (always a fear when you have the BRCA gene, also the gene mutation for ovarian cancer). And this time again, the findings from the ultrasound—normal. My excessive bleeding was due to chemotherapy. And, after knowing me for three years, my GYN believes last Monday’s chest pain, shortness of breath was chemo-related, too, not anxiety-based as noted. I thought so, because I’ve had a lot of nightmares in my life. Hard to believe a dream of a bloody rabbit (post: Dream into Reality -- The Velveteen Rabbit) could produce such horrific heart pain… Hmm…
All so interesting… For the first time in my chemo regime, my neutrophils have dropped to a low .69 and unless that I get that number back up … clear up the sunburn in my mouth (also due to chemo), my chemo treatment #5 (A/C #1) maybe delayed. I don’t see that happening actually. Today, I feel pretty good. Weird… still kinda rocking it—in a crazy way.
Chemo has created a host of side effects, which come and go through treatments, beyond the very recent blood clotting and mouth/gum problems such as temporary hair loss, fatigue, nausea, muscle and joint pain, constipation to just the opposite, excessive thirst…
What do I hunger for? What does anyone of us hunger for? Some, it’s as simple as—good health, a good laugh ... or maybe, just a sweet slice of watermelon.
If only chemo weren’t necessary to survive Breast Cancer… I’ve seen people turn it away and pass away quickly, including my own paternal grandmother.
So, the other night in my dream, I was praying… while standing. Two other women were kneeling with their backs against me. They felt terrible for something… I have been deeply hurt by others, without saying…
I’m on a collective journey here. It’s not all about me and my healing…
In another recent dream, I saw a beautiful vineyard, fields of red ripe grapes, after climbing what appeared like Mt. Everest, and escaping a tsunami. I’m ascending above an overwhelming circumstance…
I contemplated what all those grapes meant that I saw in my dream. In Christian dream dictionaries, it represents the Blood of Christ, associated with blood and sacrifice.
Reminds me of Joseph Campbell’s quote...
“We must let go of the life we have planned,
so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.”
All we—the circle of cancer survivors, caretakers, supporters, doctors, nurses, family and friends, our pets—can hope for… is that all this hard work and effort will pay off in the long run. That we will persevere to complete our “unfinished business”... however long that maybe. I’m hoping for at least 30 years. O.K. 40, or how about 50, dear Lord?… make me a good bottle of wine.