cancer Stinks!

There are words I intensely dislike, and so I don’t use them.  But, that’s not what’s happening here in this title.  What I really mean to say is that cancer stinks, yup it smells really bad. When I was the most ill, everything that came out of me (in any way) smelled REALLY awful.  My breath, my sweat, my flatulence, … everything.  Not that body odors are usually sweet smelling, but I’ve never been a particularly stinky person.  (Well, the me before cancer I mean.)

This all came rushing back to me this weekend when I was ill.  I’m much better now, but I had some virus going around with everything from body aches to diarrhea.  And back came the stink full force!  I know it wasn’t my imagination, it was the same odor, the cancer stink.  Now I’m not saying my illness this weekend was cancer related, but it smelled the same.  Probably no research on this and now that I’m better I smell better!

One cancer stink doesn’t really go away – the flatulence one.  I know everyone’s toots stink, but cancer toots top ’em all.  Don’t believe me?  You could ask Dan or my grandkids, but they might be too polite or kindhearted to answer (even though we joke about it). Just ask my dogs.  Especially the two that sleep under the covers, against me.  You get the picture.  My dogs are very forgiving.  cancer stinks.

When I was first diagnosed I remember apologizing to Dr. Gandhi for my exceptionally stinky sweat.  She was the one who confirmed for me that it was cancer stink.  On that day I was too busy trying to stay alive to spend more time on the topic with her, but I wish I could.  (She has since left Dana Farber.)

I know I’ve read that dogs have smelled their owner’s cancer before diagnosis.  I’m quite sure my dog Rusty diagnosed me way before anyone else – he knew how sick I was before we realized it – maybe it was the cancer stink.  He was very attentive this weekend, so maybe he smelled the cancer stink too.

All I know for sure on this one is that cancer STINKS!

 

 

Dr. Pasi Janne, Dana-Farber, and Bonnie Addario, ALCF

Below is a short video of my oncologist with Bonnie Addario, both heroes.  He is the head of Thoracic Cancer at Dana-Farber Cancer Institute.  She is a 13 yr lung cancer survivor who founded the Bonnie J. Addario Lung Cancer Foundation.  “The Bonnie J. Addario Lung Cancer Foundation (ALCF) is one of the largest philanthropies (patient-founded, patient-focused, and patient-driven) devoted exclusively to eradicating Lung Cancer through research, early detection, education, and treatment. ”  The foundation is doing some pretty amazing work with/for the ROS1ders. (ROS1 Global Initiative)

Dr. Janne and Bonnie Addario

Whose lung cancer is this anyway?

While it is my body that is site of this chronic disease disaster, it impacts so many more in so many ways.  Even I don’t talk about it as “me”, but in a recent interview kept referring to “we”, meaning Dan and me, the “we” we’ve been since I was 16.  My body is going through the physical process and getting roughed up pretty badly by the cancer and the treatment, but the physical and emotional impact is on “us” and reaches all of our family (children, grandchildren, siblings, close friends) as well. For example,  “we” go to Boston (now every three weeks) for two days and everyone else needs to care for our dogs (3) and our goats (2), and sometimes our boats (true!). So, for us, this is “our” disease.

Throughout the early months of 2016 we were deep in learning about metastatic lung cancer.  You might think I would know about it since it is what took the lives of my father and his father.  But that was then and this is now, and now is such a better time to find yourself with this diagnosis.  We knew one thing – even though we’d never been there, for us, Dana Farber Cancer Institute is where we wanted to be treated.  So, for our family this means going to a treatment center five hours away.

On our first trip to Boston (which started at BWH due to not yet being officially diagnosed) “we” meant Dan, my sister Nada, me, and my body.  (I think I might have made hotel arrangements, but maybe Nada did – see? “We”)  After short appointment at BWH, we were referred to a next day appointment at Dana Farber. “Good, they’ll see us! Oh, now we’re staying, and what does that mean?”  Well, really it meant for me, that all the others who make up our “we” jumped into action – they already had – and just magically (to and for me) made things happen.  Mandy and children took care of two dogs, Tim and family had the other.  Thankfully, that winter was Pre-goats.  Nada took care of arrangements in Boston,  and Dan took care of me.  Me?  My head was in the game, my body was definitely not, and “we” were just trying to get me to the point/place where we could find some help and hope. Thankfully, both came quickly at Dana Farber.

I don’t know when I truly realized that our life could never be like it was before cancer.    Despite our advancing ages (ha!), WE had plans, physically active plans, and goals requiring that we be able to do things that it is unlikely my body will be able to do.  So because of our disaster that’s happening in my body, WE have adjusted those plans, set new goals.  Some of those goals have to do with treatment of course, but many are modified goals from the past.  We are ever so grateful for the things we did do together while our bodies were both healthy and strong.  Will we do backcountry backpacking in Grand Canyon again and take the grandchildren as hoped?  Nope, but my body is well enough that we could do a family trip to Grand Canyon (or anywhere we choose) and some can hike while others sightsee.

Both years since cancer became part of our family’s plans we’ve taken our family trip to Spencer Pond Camps. And for the kids I think this second year seemed pretty much like the years before cancer.  For Dan and me it is different, with more careful planning to assure that I can get the rest I need, that others do things I took care of in the past.  But, “we” are determined to do what we can while we can.

Another big way this lung cancer has changed our life is financially.  Thankfully I had very good insurance as a paid benefit through work.  But now I’m unable to work and on what in my world of  state/teacher employment is called retirement disability, and paying for that really good insurance with the very high premium while earning significantly less.  We know we will easily meet the deductible early in every year. Every time I have scans it is several thousand dollars. Our deductible and co-insurance are higher because of our choice to self-refer and go “out of network” to Dana Farber. (For us “in network” is Maine, but at least our plan will cover out of network.)    Travel, lodging, and meal expenses all add up.  Dan takes days from work as well.   We share the burden of this lung cancer in so many ways.

I am ever so grateful I have a “we” to share this burden.  I’ve met other patients who have no family close to them, who rely on friends, neighbors, or are alone.  I don’t have any understanding of what that is like.  Having this support system is what keeps me going.  I’m not going to let “us” down.  Because I know how hard everyone is working to help me,  I am determined to do everything I can both with my health and in being the best person I can be.  While I am sad, as are we all, that “we” are on this lung cancer journey, I find joy and happiness all around me everyday, and I share/spread this with the rest of “we”.  Please remember, it is essential to “give some love” to everyone on the journey, not just the patient.

Compression Socks

I never knew, but lots of people wear compression socks, nurses especially.  All my life I’ve gone barefoot whenever and wherever I could.  The only time I’d wear shoes in summer would be to places that wouldn’t permit my bare toes.  Not so anymore – at least not if I want to have ankles!  Be it cancer (they do call them “cankles”) or medication, I have some fat feet. So, the solution to this problem of fat feet and cankles (swollen calves and ankles) is to wear compression socks.

How do compression socks work anyhow?  Well, for a comprehensive answer (and a pretty interesting one) check out this site: Berkeley wellness compression socks  In my case, they’re needed for leg swelling – I’m not really worried about those varicose veins like all the young nurses I know – so, here’s what they’re doing for me:  “By squeezing the leg tissues and walls of the veins, compression stockings can help blood in the veins return to the heart. They can also improve the flow of the fluid that bathes the cells (referred to as lymph) in the legs. Improving the flow of lymph can help reduce tissue swelling.” (Berkeley wellness)

Back to my bare feet!  Not many things cause me to feel depressed, but the idea of not going barefoot was leaning that way.  I decided there must be some way to deal with this blow, and then my daughter-in-law introduced me to Sockwell compression socks, a little more fun than typical compression socks.  From there a quick check on amazon.com led to the discovery that while my toes may not be free, they can be very happy!

Since we “rebuilt and refilled” our home after the 2015 fire, I’ve not wanted any extra anything.  No more clothes in the closet that don’t get used, etc. – that includes socks.  I only owned four pair of socks at the time I was introduced to my fancy compression socks.  I tiptoed slowly into compression sock ownership, purchasing just one pair to start.  Oh yeah!  Comfy, snug, keeping my feet and ankles under control, and oh so stylish! That was about a year ago.  I actually wore holes in that first pair recently. (Maybe that’s because I don’t wear shoes with my camp socks!) Presently I have four older pairs for camp wear, and four pair for wherever wear. Shop around for the best prices as they are quite pricey.

Now that’s not to say my toes aren’t ever so grateful when I undress at night or when they’re paddling in the ocean, free as a fishy.  But really, you know, there’s a way to make any situation a little bit better, and if fancy compression socks can do that, well…!

Nurses and technicians at Dana Farber admire my compression socks when I go in for tests, especially my puzzle pair. I think they understand.   puzzle compression socks