Doctor, radiology and labs today for fun, CA 125 done

It was one of those clinic days for me today.  I had the opportunity to deal with both RA and ovarian cancer maintenance, spending most of the day at the hospital.

Actually it was great to revisit my rheumatologist, as she just returned from maternity leave.  She spent good quality time with me.  I received new xrays of hands and feet, bone density scan ordered, OT ordered to get a splint for my ulnar deviation.  I wonder how much radiation I will have received in the past 18 months, too much probably.

Had port flushed and labs drawn.  For some reason my oncologist ordered another CA 125.  I just had one a month ago, and it was 10.  I forgot if they were going to draw it once per month or every 3 months.  Chemo brain again.

I painted my finger and toe nails teal.  Everyone loves the color and it is a great conversation starter for ovarian cancer awareness.  It really is.  Plus, everyone has liked the "blue" coloring.  I'm happy that I have taken this step to be an advocate, at least in a subtle way.

I want to do more, but have no resources.  I'm teetering on a few ideas, but have not really settled yet.  I am still walking in a bit of limbo, uncertain of the course of my cancer, decision-making has been a chore.  But it's getting better.

Need to apply for SSI this week, money is running out.  Have not heard from voc rehab yet, hope they tell me soon if they can help me or not. 

This is the point where having a rich husband would come in handy, ha......oh well.

Be Love and God Bless

God Bless Fightgirlandi The Dash

This poem was posted or written by a woman in my online ovarian cancer support  group.  Her online name is "Fightgirlandi".  She was diagnosed with OC in August 2009 and passed away a few days ago.  I am posting her poem to help all of us who are graced with the ability to breathe fresh air today.  We are gifted with life for now and maybe we can find a way to make our lives better for those around us. 

God Bless you Andi.

The Dash

• By fightgirlandi

• Posted January 27, 2010 at 9:41 am •

• Shared with the public

I read of a man who stood to speak,

At the funeral of a friend.

He referred to the dates on her tombstone

From beginning to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth

And spoke the following with tears.

But he said what mattered most of all,

Was the dash in between tho---se years.

For the dash represents, all the time

That she spent alive on earth.

And how only those who loved her

Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;

The cars, the house, the cash,

What matters most is how we live and love

And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard.

Are there things you'd like to change?

For you never know how much time is left,

That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough,

To consider what is true and real.

And always try to understand,

The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,

And show appreciation more,

And love the people in our lives

Like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,

And more often wear a smile

Remembering that this special dash

Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read,

With your life's actions to rehash

Would you be proud of the things they say

And how your spent your dash?

Faces of Ovarian Cancer

I used to be the focus queen

Yesterday I was so proud, I was able to drive to the eye doctor without getting lost!  For me this is major.  I still get nervous driving in new areas and Seattle's downtown is a maze.

The eye doctor said my eyes are healing well and now all I need to do is continue Restasis and an over the counter cream.  My prednisone and methotrexate have helped tremendously, so now the next step is new glasses.

I still get nystagmus periodically and my eyes will blur with prolonged computer use. No biggie though, just super happy to see.

Today was a day to be grateful for sure.  Crisp autumn air, blue skies, sunshine..............wow what a beautiful day.  Had a moment on the phone with my sister, which is always a treat.  Spent some time online doing more Ovarian cancer research.

I found out from a medical presentation sent to me by one of my OC sisters that the best predictor for survival rate in the cases of advanced OC (stage III/IV) is the success of the initial surgery.

I still only have 20% 5 year survival rate, but it's "better" because my surgeon was able to optimally debulk me. 

I feel stuck, like I'm in between two worlds.  I need to take advantage of this "remission" to the best of my ability, but prepare for recurrence.  It's hard, I feel like nobody understands.

Next week I meet with Survivorship counselor from Lance Armstrong foundation, to help me with these issues.  By then I hope to have some word on Voc Rehab too.

I want to go away sometimes, just take a vacation.  But I can't tolerate the travelling yet, not to mention no money.  But I do hope to travel while I can.  I say that not to be trivial, just that I need to make a bucket list.  Everyone needs a bucket list..........................everyone needs to make sure they get to do some things that make them feel pure pleasure and joy.

God did not grace me with a husband or children, so I do feel empty.  I doubt I'll ever marry now, given my health situation.  So I am seeking something to nurture, besides myself.  That's why having an empty job seems to me that it would speed up my death rate.  I'm not independently wealthy, so I can't just "volunteer" like I'd like.  Not sure about social security income being enough AND my insurance rates skyrocketed.

I know this sounds boring to some, but to me, every thing I do takes extra effort.  Sometimes it takes me half the day just to pay a few bills, I get distracted, or unfocused.  I was never like that.  I was the "focus" queen.  I could be counted on to get things done.  Now, I don't know.

I do believe though that when I will be presented with the challenges in the future, I will have more determination. 

I'm still really forgetful, which bothers me.  I hope that goes away.

Be Love and God Bless

work ever?

Today I met with an intake specialist at Voc Rehab.  My hope is that I will qualify for training and assistance with finding a job/new career.  I have a lot of barriers, but also a lot of will.  My biggest goal is to spend my life doing meaningful purposeful activity that helps others and provides me a modest sustainable income.  I want to work from home because I have so many medical issues with my abdomen, nausea, fatigue and arthritis.  I also want a home based career in case I do have a recurrence.

I am doing everything I can to be proactive and a good planner.  If I have a home based career, I can manage my tasks and projects around my medical appointments and health problems.  God forbid, but if cancer returns, I would have freedom to do some things from home while on chemo, if able INSTEAD of possibly losing my job completely due to extensive time off. 

Only employers with 50 or more employees are required to honor Family Medical Leave Act.  I just don't want to work in an office with lots of people playing office politics. I have no desire to "climb the corporate ladder".  I don't even know if I'll be alive in two years.  Nobody knows how long they will live, so why waste your precious life working for someone who dislikes you or hurts you somehow.

Plus, I have a weak immune system, so I don't want to be around a lot of people, I just don't. 

I can't take those kinds of risks.  Negative environments and high stress can aggravate cancer, I don't want any remnants of cancer to be aggravated in my body.  I believe I have every right to find the optimum work situation.  At least I'm going to try my best, that's all I can do.

I don't want to be a government burden, and I don't want to live in "the projects".  Mom and I cannot live together forever, and she needs her life back.  It has been 5 years since I have been able to live in an apartment because of poor finances.

One of my wishes before the Lord takes me is that I can at least have a studio apartment in a safe neighborhood, and feel some sense of dignity.  Am I being selfish?  I need space to re-grow, re-birth, re-ignite my senses.  I want to be a positive influence for my family, not a drag.

I don't know, all I can say is that I am doing the best I can do.

Be Love