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His Face Said It All…

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Wallace’s face said it all. He just looked at me in disbelief, maybe a little annoyance, maybe fear…. It wasn’t anything huge… but it could be.

It is a Moffitt day and a long one. We left the house at 6:30AM and Wallace drove the 2 hours it took to get to Tampa. We had to go to Moffitt’s location that is farthest away from our house because it was the only PET scan appointment available that allowed us to do everything on the same day. We arrived here, checked in and headed to the Labs/Imaging waiting area. I immediately started organizing our stuff. I wanted Wallace to have the snacks (He gets hungry lol) and I needed my computer out of his bag. Within minutes, the nurse called me to go in for labs. Fifteen minutes later, I headed back out into the waiting room to wait to be called for my PET Scan. I immediately looked at Wallace and said, “please take the snacks out of my bag” and with the look of disbelief, annoyance, and fear he said “you mean the ones you gave me already”. I had no recollection that I actually gave them to him before I was called in for labs.

They call this chemo fog, chemo brain, and other things. All it means is your short term memory is effected as well as your processing. For me, it has been rough. I always remembered everything long term and my working memory was super fast. Now, I have to slow down and take my time to think through things. Word and short term recall can take me a bit longer. It is frustrating, but it is also scary because it will get worse with the more chemo I receive. It makes me very self conscious and inadequate.

The chemo fog goes away slowly when chemo stops, but some of it can stay. I know that my working memory, processing speed, word recall, and some oral reading has changed a bit. This is not evident to most around me, except to those closest to my heart. My husband and 21 year old notice the changes the most. They normally giggle through it all with me. With my husband’s encouragement, I now write a lot of lists. The challenges of the fog are most evident to me and bother me the most.

But….. his face said it all. I had no clue I had already given him the snacks. I know it is a busy and stressful day and that can add to my lack of focus. Yet, it is the fear of what the future holds that makes these moments have an impact that can’t be swept away with humor and giggles.

(I am now in the PET recliner where my Super Hero radioactive juice marinates for about 90 minutes. Then I will have the scan. Doctor and chemo are later this afternoon.)

I Think I Lost A Week…

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I feel like I have totally lost a week. I think this always happens the week after chemo. It’s not like I have been in bed all day or anything.. I have been handling the treatment pretty well. Sure, I feel yucky at times and sore. My brain gets foggy and I am tired and irritable. I can’t taste things and my throat is burnt, but I can function and am participating in life daily. Having felt yucky so many times, I think I kind of accept this as a new normal and think of myself as okay and good as long as I am not horrible and totally incapable. I wonder if prior to chemo I would think of this as being bad- no clue- as I don’t think I honestly know anymore how it feels to be normal. People ask me all the time “How are you handling this round?” and I say I am ok. I have felt much much worse on this adventure.

The week after chemo is not a fun week. In reality, I finally feel pretty good the few days before chemo and somewhat invincible thinking “I can do this” and then after 3 days of infusions and Neulasta on the fourth day, I feel pretty useless. Those of you that know me, know that I am “energizerbunnyish” and do most things at a high rate of speed (especially talking lol). I struggle to just sit and watch tv, or rest. After chemo, being able to drive to get a cup of coffee a mile away is a challenge. Getting the kids ready for school, wears me out. Remembering passwords to simply shop online or check the bank balance takes too long and can be frustrating. It is mentally tough and hard not to get in my head and start to worry about all things cancer and future related. Are we doing enough? Is it working? Is tomorrow going to be worse?

For my Mom, husband, and my 21 year old, the week after chemo is a challenge too. They see me struggling and I think all we all can think about is the cancer. Despite the bald head, I think I fool them most of the time but when we are in the heart of the treatment it is tough. I think we all selectively forget because if we didn’t we wouldn’t be able to function on a daily basis. I do not think the fear ever goes away. We have no set plan, it is wait and see.

For my 3 and 6 year old, this is juts normal life. We have made my treatment a part of life. It is what Mommy needs to fight the big bug so she does it. When I got home from treatment, they inspected me (as they do every time) to see if I have my “beeper” aka on-body Neulasta and if my port has a band aid. Then for the next 24 hours, they check to see if the Neulasta is blinking and both beg to watch me take it off (there is no blood). They think it is kind of cool but just also want to be involved. Maddie always asks me at bedtime, “When do you go to Moffitt again” and I tell her how many more days. She is not fearful, she just wants to know when I will be away. When I feel yucky, their inquisitiveness and wanted involvement makes me sad because I truly feel no child should have to go through this. I hate the poor prognosis that predicts the future of them without me. I just wish this wasn’t our life. On the flip side, at these times, I also feel proud. Proud that my kids are strong, resilient, and learning to understand what is going on. Proud that Wallace, my Mom, and I have been able to find a way to explain “cancer life” to them at their developmental level with knowledge and not fear.

To say, the week after chemo is emotional is an understatement. But, as with all things…. the the fog clears, and a new week begins. This is when I try to force in everything I haven’t been able to do for the past 11 days… This week I look forward to a pediatrician appointment, an unplanned visit to Moffitt tomorrow, family friends visiting on Wednesday (YAY!), tie dying t-shirts with Maddie’s Kindergarten class on Thursday, and a date night!!

Did I really lose a week? No! I cuddled with my kids every day, read some stories, drove for coffee, had lunch with a friend, cooked dinner, went with Wallace and the kids to an outdoor festival, and saw Jenna Bush Hager speak on a “face time” like screen in Tampa with my dear friend. I was present. Life could be much much worse. (See, I am starting to feel invincible.)