My mom and I went down for my scans, we made a pitstop in Green Bay to break up the drive. I had an MRI with a CT to follow. The scans were both fast and I was out of there in no time.
Afterwards, we had plans to meet my Aunts for dinner. When I got out of my scan, they were both there waiting with my mom! They surprised her and showed up early. Which was nice to know she had some company! We had a great dinner with them and then it was time to head to bed.
The next morning we were back at the hospital for my results. We did not have to wait too long before the team of doctors came in. About 7 of them. My neuro-oncologist Dr. Bobustic was in there, but other than him I only recognized one person, who I had done cyber knife radiation with many years ago. So it already felt weird being in there. I wanted my normal team that I usually see!
Well, the first thing they had to say was that both areas have grown. They were more worried about the head growth then the lungs. (Days later when I read my scan results, I found out that yes, there was growth in my lungs, but also some shrank. Now why couldn’t they at least have told me that?)
Next, they asked if I would like to be done taking my chemo, go home and feel good while I can. I just looked at them speechless.
After that, they asked if I wanted to see someone from palliative care. When the day comes that I need oxygen, she could easily get me set up with that or anything else that I’ll need. She is like a step below hospice. I basically still sat there staring at them. What am I supposed to say?!?
The proton radiation that they wanted to get me on - they no longer think is an option. The hospitals that have it, probably would deny seeing me after they have read my medical history.
Then my Mom asked if surgery was an option. (I had told her I’d like a surgery to remove what they can. Remove anything that’s not in a complicated area. It’d give me a head start to getting rid of this.) They told us it’s getting too complicated, I’ve been through so many surgeries already.
That was the end of our meeting. My Mom and I just looked at eachother like, what in the hell was that?! It felt like they just gave up. But they don’t know me, I don’t have a history with them. And maybe they did feel like they ran out of options for me. I need Dr Kassam back on my team!! I know he would have came up with some sort of plan.
I had a half hr until I would meet with Dr. Bobustic by himself. My mom and I went to the little cafe, then sat to talk. I already knew I would not be done taking chemo. I am going to keep on it. Two weeks a month I will take it, every other day. My side effects were less extreme doing it that way.
So now we are in Dr Bobustic’s office. He first had the palliative care come in. I was dreading this and really didn’t feel like hearing what she had to say. But once she was in, it was basically a counseling session and some things were brought up that I haven’t talked with my mom about. Like if I have a will, etc. It was definitely emotional, but I think it went well. There was no talk about equipment I might need or anything like that. So in the end, that part did not go as bad as I thought it would.
After that, Dr. Bob came back in. He was all for me continuing the chemo. He then told us he is leaving in the beginning of April. (That neuro unit is losing all of their great people.) He said if there is anything I need, contact him by the last week of March and he will help me out. My Mom asked him if a second opinion at Mayo’s was a good idea and he said yes, that’s a great idea. New eyes to look at it, new research is always coming out too.. When we got up to leave, I gave him a big hug, thanked him for all his help, and I'm hoping to see him again someday. As we walked out the door, he said he would talk to Dr Kassam for me. ❤️ He knows I’m missing him, and hearing that helped. I think the two of them are good friends.
And that was it. Time to head home. My mom and I just sat in the car driving, trying to process everything we heard. And eventually, we have to tell everyone this news..we know they are all waiting to hear it.
My mind is racing 24/7. It never shuts off. My worst fears to hear, I heard. I am on the verge of tears at all times. Sometimes I’ll tear up quickly from something sad in a show or in life. And sometimes I’ll hear or see something happy, and tears show up again. I love living. I don’t want it to be over. MORE THEN ANYTHING - I do not want my kids to grow up with out their mom. I think back to when my Mom would take a trip, gone for a few nights, I thought it was the end of the world! I can’t imagine not having her as I grew up (even now) and I do NOT want that for my kids. I need to be here for them. That is what keeps me fighting. They need their Mom. I will do anything that I need to, to be here for them. I'm not gonna sugar coat it, it's been hard. I just want to be at home with my kids and dog.When they are here with me, I do my best to put on a happy face for them. Rease knows more then Shay, but they do know it grew and I am looking at a different hospital. It's hard to get up every day and go to work. It's hard to even leave my house to go and do something fun. Last night I was at a hockey game, but the whole time there - my jaw was killing me and my vision wasn't great in my right eye. I try to escape and have some fun, but there is always something reminding me of my situation. And don't get me wrong, I am not just sitting in my house crying! haha. I am enjoying life, I just have moments here and there through out the day.
This jaw is really taking a toll though. Opening my mouth hurts, eating hurts and trying to fall sleep hurts!! I've lost a lot of weight over the past few months and I'm trying to eat as much as I can but the jaw makes that harder to do. I went to my family doctor for it, because I know I need a referral to see the oral surgeon. Well my Doc told me, they prefer referrals from a dentist. Because sometimes there are things they can do first to help, before a surgeon is needed. And I understand that, but it’s just another thing to add to the list of things I need to do. I plan to call him tomorrow. Hopefully, I can be seen soon for that appt....but as we all know, it takes forever to see the dentist. (But with my medical history being different, maybe I will get in soon.)
I have made some progress processing it all though and have a few things that are keeping me hopeful -
I reached out to Mayo. They have all of my info and are going over it with their team of Doctors. They will be getting back to me any day now. I’m super curious about what they have to say. When I googled neurosurgeons there, I found like, 10! Maybe even more! So that’s a huge plus. I also switched up some herbs and oils, added more supplements, watching my eating a lot more - trying to keep it very healthy. Lots of water, teas, smoothies with a lot of added nutrients too.
I am also looking into holistic centers. I found a great one in Arizona, they work with you even if you are on conventional meds. I like the idea of doing both! I think it could be helpful. My cousin Alicia is right there, I can stay with her. At first I thought, I’ll go for a few months, get pumped with lots of good stuff. But then started thinking, I could do a week a month, or maybe two weekends a month, etc. We will see, I'm waiting to hear from Mayo before doing anything else.
I'm glad I had my Mom there with me. And as we walked through the hospital, we pointed out every area that we have memories from. The waiting area for same day surgery, the Garden Tower which is where I stayed during chemotherapy, the damn elevators that took ten years to get us up to Kassam's office when I had that infection, the little café with fresh, warm cookies, the routes my Mom would walk everyday. We have so many memories there. Some bad of course, but a lot of good too. I feel like it was one last walk through the hospital that kept me alive for the last 6 years. They were good to me. But now, it's time to move on to a new hospital that will keep me alive for years to come.
I'm glad I had my Mom there with me. And as we walked through the hospital, we pointed out every area that we have memories from. The waiting area for same day surgery, the Garden Tower which is where I stayed during chemotherapy, the damn elevators that took ten years to get us up to Kassam's office when I had that infection, the little café with fresh, warm cookies, the routes my Mom would walk everyday. We have so many memories there. Some bad of course, but a lot of good too. I feel like it was one last walk through the hospital that kept me alive for the last 6 years. They were good to me. But now, it's time to move on to a new hospital that will keep me alive for years to come.
