Quite a Spiritual Challenge

A few months ago, a long-time friend of mine who has also battled cancer (as is her toddler-aged grandson) asked me if I had ever read the pamplet Don't Waste Your Cancer by John Piper.  She suggested that I get my hands on a copy and read it.  I did purchase it, but since then I have discovered a free download online.

My sister, who has MS, is also familiar with the pamphlet and said she has used some of the points in it when she has been asked to speak at functions at her church.

Here are the topics, along with some of my own notations:

We waste our cancer . . .

• if we don’t hear in our own groanings the hope-filled labor pains of a fallen world. 
• if we do not believe it is designed for us by God.  That is a radical thought, really.
• if we believe it is a curse and not a gift.  Wow!
• if we seek comfort from our odds rather than from God.  Where is my focus if this is what I am doing?
• if we refuse to think about death.  I have found my experience to be rather sobering in this area, not that I dwell on it; but I have thought more about my own mortality.  Whether or not we have a "killer" disease, we really have no guarantee of living a long life. 
• if we think that “beating” cancer means staying alive rather than cherishing Christ.  I need to think about who has brought me through this and live each moment to His glory.
• if we spend too much time reading about cancer and not enough time reading about God.  Reading too much about cancer (or even survivor discussion boards) can be depressing.  Where is my comfort and strength found?  In God.
• if we let it drive us into solitude instead of deepen our relationships with manifest affection.  I found that not holing myself up was a good choice for me.  It apparently also was good for those who volunteered to do so many things for me over the months.
• if we grieve as those who have no hope.  For sure

Those writings sure offer a challenge to me.  I would recommend this pamphlet to any true Christian who is dealing with a "killer" or debilitating disease.  It does put to us some real challenges.
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www.desiringgod.org/resource-library/books/dont-waste-your-cancer

Not Quite Done

I did finish radiation therapy according to Dr. Pohar's plans.  There were a few days near the end when I was not sure if I'd finish on time because I developed a large nasty burn just as I finished the initial treatments (28) and was to start the boosts (5).  It wasn't as sore as it could have been because a lot of that area is still numb from my surgery -- but it was sore. 

None of what occurred was a surprise, as all along, the therapists were checking my skin in the areas being radiated, making sure that there were no breaks in the skin.  Over the time of treatments, the skin becomes redder and redder, a lot like a very nasty sunburn.  As long as the skin does not break, radiation can continue.  If there is a break in the skin, evident by weeping, radiation has to stop because it creates problems with the healing process. 

The skin under my left arm was looking more and more like it was about to break.  This was two days after I finished my initial treatments.  Cary took a look at the area after my therapy that Thursday, as she was not wanting me to develop a real problem over the weekend.  She started me out with having to dab the area with very diluted hydrogen peroxide twice a day.  I was to see her Friday morning before my treatment.  She would decide then if more needed to be done.

By Friday, it was worse. I was dealing with some burns due to radiation therapy.  It looked bad, and the moist dead skin smelled.  I also was sore, although not as sore as I could have been due to my still being rather numb in that area from my surgery.  Cary took a look at it and decided we needed to do more.  She cleaned the area and then told me to return after I had my treatment. 

Matt and Karen, the therapists, had been keeping an eye on things.  When I showed up and was laid out on the table for the treatment, Matt said something about seeing Cary about the burn, as he described it as looking "rugged," while Karen told me that it was a good thing I could not feel most of that area.  I said to Matt that I had already seen Cary, and I was going back to her after the treatment.
The other big concern Matt and Karen had was about the location, making sure that the radiation from the boosts was not hitting the area where the skin was broken.

Cary decided that in addition to the peroxide, I needed to cover the burn area with Silvadene.  The cream would help prevent infection as well as soothe the area.  What I was to do was about mid-afternoon, I would dab off the Silvadene she was about to put on and cover lightly with gauze to keep it off my clothes.  The burn area then could "breathe" for about six hours or so.  (The best thing was for me to sit in my recliner so I could prop my arm up on the armrest and minimize the friction to the area.)  Then about bedtime, I would clean the area again and cover the area with Silvadene and gauze.  When I got up, I would clean the area and let it breathe.  Then late morning I would again clean the area and cover it with Silvadene.  The process I repeated over the weekend.

I definitely was sore.  Minimizing the movement of my arm was helpful.  I did not go to school Friday.  I was not too comfortable Saturday evening when we drove over some rough back roads to our grandniece's wedding reception.  Sunday I stayed home from church. 

Monday I returned.  Cary took a look at the area, as did Dr. Fallon.  No infection, which was a good sign.  Already there were signs of healing going on.  I did continue with the boosts -- although to put my left arm up where it needed to be was even more painful than it had been because of stretching the burn area.  The doctor asked me if I was all right with the pain level.  I said I was fine.  I was taking some Tylenol, but I didn't expect it to completely alleviate the discomfort.  After treatment, I went back to Cary, and she again cleaned the area and covered it with Silvadene and sent me on my way.  I continued the process here at home.

Tuesday was the same pattern at the office and at home with more evidence of healing.  Wednesday, my final day of boosts, there was more evidence of healing.  Because I was done with therapy, I was not going to be coming in every day as I had been.  So, Cary had me return on Friday so she could check on  how things were going.

By Friday, the area was looking like it had new skin beginning to cover it.  The area was sensitive, but there was not much oozing.  There were no more areas of moist dead skin clinging anywhere.  No odor.  Cary asked me whether I wanted to come in Monday or Tuesday.  I chose Monday, as I was hoping to return to school Tuesday.

Over the weekend, two new spots appeared.  These seemed to be related to the boosts.  These were more in the front.  (Odd that with radiation burns like these, they do not appear over the whole area.  They just seem to hit areas.)  They were smaller and less nasty.  So, I went ahead and started to treat them the same way I was doing the other area.

Last Monday I returned.  The area under my arm was doing very well.  No need to do "the procedure" anymore.  BUT, now the attention went to the new spots.  Cary cleaned the new spots and dabbed Silvadene on them.  I was to do with these what I had done with the other burn.  I was to return Thursday.  Thursday would mark the end of a week of dealing with radiation burns.  I still was not going to work because of my having to do some treatments at home.

Thursday I again saw Cary.  She really is good at this.  Like she did Monday, she cleaned up the area, including taking care of the dried dead skin.  (I have not wanted to do that lest I create a problem.)  The spots are healing well, like the larger area did.  She thought that maybe this weekend, the oozing will end, and I can stop doing the Silvadene applications.  Then I can go back to putting Miaderm on the area.   As she was checking things, Cary did spot an area that had a little bit of drainage.  It was not anything we have been working on, but I had also noticed it here at home and was going to say something.  She had Dr. Pohar take a look at it, and he decided to prescribe me an antibiotic for ten days, as we are wanting to avoid any big problems.

While Cary was dabbing the areas and dealing with the dead skin, I asked her if burns (beyond looking like a nasty sunburn) were fairly common.  She said that they are, more than it may seem.  I do know that last week there was a man who was getting burns checked out.  He had had to delay his treatments twice and was hoping to get back on track.  I also know that a few weeks ago there was an older lady who had finished who had come back a few times after -- she said she was there because she had had problems with burns.  So, I was not unusual, which I could tell because Cary seemed so practiced in what she was doing.

Monday is a holiday.  No school.  Cary has a school-aged daughter, and so she is taking the day off.  That said, she can't fit me into her schedule until Wednesday.  I am hoping that that will be my final follow-up appointment.  My goal is to return to school Thursday.

So, although RT is done, I have a little longer to wait before my life can return to normal -- for the first time since late last year.

The Hair Is Back

I remember writing in April that my hair was fleeing.  So, I thought I ought to follow that up with the announcement that my hair has returned.

I had a false idea that my head hair was returning earlier than the norm when I suddenly had bristles that stayed the end of May.  Odd thing was that nothing else happened with them.  They did not grow; they did not fall out.  What happened, though, was that my eye lashes, eye brows, and nose hairs decided to disappear.  As a result, I had a very boring head.  The only thing breaking up its monotomy was my cool plum-colored glasses.

I finished chemo July 16, and I knew that at some point my hair would start to grow.  The reasonable thing was not to expect it to be right away.  I had said to Patty, as we left after my final chemo infusion, that I had to think of the next two weeks in the same way I did those blocks of time from when chemo began.  So, I knew not to start patting or rubbing my head to see if I noticed anything other than those bristles right away.

It was when I saw how fast my eyebrows and eyelashes returned that I knew for sure that my hair was beginning to grow back.  At first, it seemed like it was coming in rather slowly, as it was barely visible in a mirror, unless I got up close to the mirror.  I found myself patting and rubbing my head frequently, not that those motions would help anything; but it seemed like life was going to finally begin to return to normal.

By the end of August, it was very apparent my hair was growing.  It wasn't very long -- hardly enough to even grasp with fingernails, but it was visible without getting up really close to a mirror to see it.  I found myself excited enough that I would sometimes take off my hat or wig to show friends and family.

It seemed that all of a sudden, my hair really began to fill in quickly.  My goal was to give up my wig and hats when I had enough hair to cover my head nicely.  The end of September that happened, after I had an encouraging word from someone else doing rads who thought I looked good -- a woman who was a former hairdresser, I discovered.  That day I quit, practicing my "freedom" by going on my errands around Cortland without wearing my hat.

ANOTHER STEP!!

Encouraging the Eatons

Throughout the seven months or so of my doing battle with cancer, my church family provided Dennis and me an amazing support system.  After my surgery there were meals brought in for us.  Aside from ones who signed up for designated days, there were others who would just stop by and drop off supper for us.  This happened not just after my surgery but also over the weeks that followed.

After my surgery, I could not drive for quite a few weeks.  Because of post-surgical draining, I had to go to the surgeon’s office initially twice a week – Monday and Thursday afternoons.  Gradually that dropped to once a week, then quickly down to no more times for that.  I had friends and in-laws offer to drive me to appointments.    

The few days in which I had preliminary testing before I began chemo, my friends Becky and/or Patty were my drivers.  Of course, after the tests were over, we’d head over to Perkins Restaurant to eat at least a muffin and drink coffee.  While sitting there, we would get caught up in talking and laughing, as well as kind of singing along with the “oldies” that were the restaurant music.  We did this the mornings I had a CT scan, the EKG, the bone density test, and the bone scan.  It was good for me to be able to be with friends and to have some good laughs.

When I got my chemo schedule, the Hospitality Committee at church once again came along side to be a help.  People could sign up for meals that would come the Wednesday after chemo.  I had drivers for my infusion appointments every other week over sixteen weeks.  Those who did that did not need to stay the hours I’d be there; but most chose to.  So, although I had my Kindle with me, as well as puzzle books, I rarely did much with those.  Instead, my companion for the day and I would chat and watch HGTV on the little tv in the infusion room where I was.  My most frequent driver was my friend and sister-in-law Patty.  We had some fun times in spite of the situation.  Probably mine was the only room there from which the med people could hear some laughing going on.  Two of my drivers were very curious about the needles and the tubes and the bags of drip that I would get hooked up to.  They would be right up on their feet, checking the process out – which was ok with me.  Others just sat and chatted.

When I first started chemo, I was still seeing the surgeon at least once a week.  So, there were ladies who signed up to drive me to these appointments as well.  These appointments did not take too much of a time commitment.

Tuesdays after chemo I would have to go back to the facility to get a neulasta shot.  I had drivers to take me there.  The Fridays of the following week I had blood draws.  I had drivers to take me for that as well.  Most times I felt fine, but my fear was that the time I would decide to cancel a driver, that might be the time I needed the driver.  Near the end of chemo, I had a time when I really needed that driver.  When my driver was my friend Wendy, we’d always go for coffee at some coffee shop, if I was feeling good.  I was.  That was a great way to break up the monotony of these trips.

Because chemo infusions can get thrown off because of low white blood cell counts and because I knew I would soon not have to make frequent visits to the surgeon, the Hospitality Committee ladies and I decided that the sign-up sheets would be done in increments.  The first one would cover the first four infusions (eight weeks).  The second would then replace that with the final four.

After chemo I had radiation therapy.  Radiation therapy is quick, but it goes on every weekday for about 33 times or so.  To me, that seemed like a lot to ask of the church people – rides every day.  So, this is what happened.  My sister-in-law Patty always took me on Mondays.  That is her day off work, and for several reasons, she liked the chance to get out of town for a bit.  (When she drove for these appointments, we tended to stop at Dunkin’ Donuts on the way home because I knew she liked the iced coffees.)  Ladies signed up for Wednesdays and Fridays.  I thought I could handle the other two days, although I had some of the ladies at church say to me that if I needed a ride to let them know.  I finally did that near the end of my radiation therapy because of the burns I was dealing with.  I could have driven myself, but having drivers was a BIG help. 

My final day of radiation therapy, my driver, Wendy, and I went on up to Homer to a coffee house and celebrated.

Why did I like the idea of the sign-up sheet?  In a crisis, people will offer to help.  They want to help.  I did not have to make the decision very often of asking someone myself if she could assist me.  Ladies had volunteered.  I did not have to wonder who would not mind spending hours on a Monday with me for chemo.  Ladies volunteered.  How easy is that?  Also with the sign-up sheets, people knew what could be done, rather than guessing.  It really was great.

I often commented to some of my drivers of how blessed I felt by this support the church was providing.  Do we make a mistake in not sharing our needs with our church family?  I know there are those who take advantage of the goodness of people; but why do we hold back?  We give Christian brothers and sisters the opportunity to help us out and be blessed by doing so. 

“Encouraging the Eatons” was a blessed experience for Dennis and me.  I think that it was a blessed experience for all of those who volunteered.  This was a long time to be doing this, and yet we never lacked for a volunteer.

Galatians tells us that we are to do good to those who are in the household of faith.  I know that I will be even better about volunteering as opportunities arise in the future.

Radiation Therapy Completed

Almost Done

Here it is, two days from finishing cancer treatments.  Radiation therapy ends Wednesday, 218 days after I had my surgery for breast cancer.  Wow! 

To not have to be going to Cortland for some type of treatment will be odd, as I spent a good part of last December going for tests and appointments; I spent much of January and all of February going to the doctor's once to twice a week; I spent March the same way.  By April the schedule changed, but I still was going to Cortland once or twice a week for appointments (aka chemo).  That continued to be my lot all the way through mid-July.  I had about a two-week reprieve and then began daily trips to Cortland, Monday through Friday, thirty-three times.  So, if I count back to November 30, when this all began, I have spent 10 months dealing with this disease.

I can count the difficult moments.  I can count the blessed moments.  I can count the disappointments.  I can count the joys.

Am I now in the clear, once I finish radiation therapy?  No.  Regardless of what future tests and exams show, cancer will always be a part of me.  It may be gone now, but there will always remain the question of whether or not it will return some day -- even after I pass that five-year mark so many aim for to be classified as cancer-free.

Still, this is a time of celebration!

God is good.

Lancaster, PA & Dunkirk, MD

As I have dealt with cancer, I have not been one to give up doing everything I was doing before I got side-tracked.  Some things I have temporarily given up (like work).  Some things I have taken a more limited role in (like some church ministries). 

Dennis and I are on the Social Committee.  Someone else had thought it would be nice if we planned a church outing to Lancaster, PA, to see Jonah at Sight & Sound and dine at one of the area smorgasbords.  Somehow the job fell to me to organize.  Val had always done it before.

When we first talked about it, I was already doing chemo.  I really wanted to maybe be able to do Jonah and to eat out.  I said to Dennis that for me to be able to do this, we needed to head down to Lancaster the day before because I was not sure I could handle a four-hour drive down to be at Shady Maple at 1:00 for lunch so we could catch the 4:00 show.  So, we decided that was what we would do, and I made reservations at the motel we like to stay at, Best Western Revere in Paradise.  Then, I found out that my high school classmates in Maryland were thinking of having a gathering to celebrate our 40th  anniversary of graduating from Capitol Christian Academy, then in Washington, DC.  I asked them if they would consider having it July 28, since we'd be already down to Lancaster.  I knew that I would not be much help with things, but I thought that I would be able to manage that as well.  My classmates were more than willing to work with that date for my sake.
this; but it needed to be in July, as that was the time more church people were apt to go.  So, I got out the calendar and checked the date of what was to be my final infusion, if I stayed on schedule.  Since at the time I was on AC, not sure what the effects of taxol would be, I decided it would be wise to schedule the trip no sooner than July 27.  That would be the day for the group to see

As the date grew closer, I sometimes wondered if I was going to finish chemo on time. Having a reaction earlier this month added uncertainty,  Having those gut-wrenching coughing episodes made me wonder how I would be after that final chemo.  If I followed the pattern of the month, then I was due for trouble the dates we were to be in Lancaster.

Yeah -- finished chemo on time.  So, all the remained was how I would be later the following week.  I decided to be pro-active.  Since my gut-wrenching coughing had been controlled by allergy meds and musinex, I decided to start taking that the day before we were to leave for Lancaster.

So, how did God answer prayers?

• We got to Lancaster on Thursday, and met up with friends of ours for supper at Diennar's.  (I did not get the smorgasbord because I had not been doing all that much eating for weeks and wasn't sure it would be worth it to splurge on the buffet.)
• At the motel, I took it easy; Dennis met up with Brian for swimming.  Dennis went golfing at Willow Valley two mornings.
• Whenever I headed up to the main building, such as for breakfast, I took my time.
• We did our usual sneakers shopping in the morning.  I looked some, but I sat a lot. 
• Met up with our group at Shady Maple.  Dennis dropped me off at the front of the building so that I would not have to walk far.  I still had those issues with taking deep breaths and with the pesky cough.
• I actually ate the most that I have in months at the Shady Maple.  I did all right standing in line at some of the stations.  I was excited about how well I seemed to be doing.
• At Sight and Sound, we arrived early enough that we were able to park fairly close to the entrance, which was great since the parking attendants would not let Dennis drive up to the front to drop me off.  I sauntered into the building and found a spot where I could kind of sit.
• Our seating was in the balcony, and so I took the elevator.  I really believed that if I took my time, I would not have coughing and breathing issues.
• After the show, Dennis and I joined family for light fare at Friendly's -- not our idea of a great place to go, but we were out-voted.  All in all, I thought I did very well.  What was exciting to me was that I was not having the problems I had had throughout the month.  I could deal with a pesky cough but not that other stuff.
• Saturday later morning we left for southern Maryland.  I still was doing very well.  I really think that no one would have guessed that just the week before I had finished by 8th round of chemo that had spread over 16 weeks.
• We had a great time at the picnic.  We needed lessons in how to get the meat out of those Maryland Blue Crabs, for one thing.  I forget when the last time was that I had had that.  It wasn't something we had at home, but friends would have it and invite us over.  Good stuff.  Although I had traveled from Lancaster to Dunkirk, enjoyed time with old friends, and had not taken my usual break time, I did very well.
• Our trip back to NYS was well over 300 miles, but I did all right again.

I have to say that my being able to do all of this without being too worn out from it all can't be explained any other way than God's answering the prayers of many on my behalf.  Here it is just a few days later, and I am not feeling too bad.  Sure, I lack ambition to do anything much; but I am doing amazingly.