Remembering Frances Crawford February 29, 2016Posted by Judy in Musings.
A very special person passed away this week. Frances Crawford. She was my voice teacher in graduate school. When I came to the University of Illinois, I didn’t know a single person, and I certainly didn’t know anything about the voice faculty. That first summer semester, I just so happened to be taking a Music History course where I happened to meet Kathy Watson, (also a singer), who happened to introduce me to Frances. (As an aside, I don’t actually think that all of those things just “happened”. They were all providential.) I liked Frances from the instant that I met her. She was so welcoming and made me feel like this business of moving to a place where I didn’t know anyone wasn’t going to be so bad after all. I didn’t know anything about her vocal skills or her teaching skills, but I knew I liked her. I knew she made me feel comfortable. And so, I asked if she’d be willing to take me on as a voice student, and she said yes. I am forever changed for having had the chance to study with Frances.
That first year of grad school was quite the roller coaster for me. Thankfully, I had two positive constants: Frances Crawford and Eric Dalheim. (You can read about my experiences with Eric, here.) Frances was always so upbeat and positive. She was a petite woman, but her personality sure packed a punch! Not only that, her knowledge of how the singing voice worked was astounding. Every lesson, I was amazed at her vocal knowledge. I guess I shouldn’t have been given that by the time I met her, she had already been teaching for over 50 years. But amazed I was. I would be struggling to make a particular sound or to sing a long phrase in one breath and she’d say, “Try lifting just this part of your palate.”, or “You aren’t out of air. There’s always more air. Trust yourself.” Once I figured out how to do the things she asked, it was like magic, the problem was solved! She had a seemingly endless number of little tips and tricks up her sleeve. She shared so many of those tips, that when a college friend visited me towards the end of that first year, his first comment was, “Wow! You really have learned a lot this year!”
After grad school, I kept in touch with Frances and took lessons here and there whenever I had an issue that needed some of her magic salve. We saw each other around town, she attended my wedding, and rejoiced with me at the birth of my first born. Time passed, I moved away, she moved away, I moved back, she moved back. We saw each other again about 3 years ago at a BACH concert. That was the last time I saw her.
I learned of her passing on Friday, and it was like a dagger to my gut. It had never occurred to me that, one day, she would no longer be around. Maybe that should have been obvious to me, but it wasn’t, and I was stunned. I attended her funeral services this weekend, and have been in a dazed and grief-stricken funk. I’ve been trying to sort out why this has hit me so hard. It’s not like we talked on a regular basis or anything, it had been three years since our last communication. I’ve come to the realization that I feel the way that friends who have lost their parents have told me they feel. Frances wasn’t my parent, but she was. You see, she was a parent for my voice. I met her when I was 23, the vocal equivalent of a teenager, a time when all sorts of tumultuous changes were going on and I was trying to sort out how to live with and use this voice I’d been given. She was the vocal parent: guiding my voice, encouraging me when things didn’t go well, challenging me to do more and be better, rejoicing with me when exquisite sounds poured forth. As any good parent, she also influenced other areas of my life. Being 23 meant that I was trying to sort out how to be an adult and figuring out who I wanted to be. Having her as a constant, positive, energetic and encouraging presence during that time affected me for the better.
Friends who have lost their parents tell me that after the parent is gone, they see their parent and the influences exerted on their lives everywhere. It’s a constant reminder of who they were. Now that Frances is gone, I find that I’m hearing her voice in my head as I’m singing.
Each song that I sing is successful because of some tip that she taught me.
“Just let that note spin on its vibrato.”
“Let those low notes drop down into the basement.”
“That note needs more low support.”
“Imagine yourself as a glass without a bottom.”
“Put more [ae] behind that “e” vowel.”
People say that with time, they have a hard time remembering the voice or facial features of a loved one. I hope that I will never stop hearing her voice in my head. Her voice will be a reminder of all that she taught me. I hope that her voice will forever share the gift of her magic salve.
Babywearing themed party October 11, 2015Posted by Judy in parenting.
Tags: baby carrier, babywearing, dolls, food, mei tai, party, weaving, woven wrap
DD turns 7 in two days. TWO DAYS! That means if I don’t get this blog post about her 6th birthday party up in two days, it will be seriously old news!
Six year old birthday parties are a big deal at our house. It’s the first party where we do more than just invite friends to come and play and eat cake. Additionally, there’s a theme. Choosing her theme was super easy. She is my junior VBE (volunteer babywearing educator) and has always loved all things babywearing. She totally shocked me at age two and a half when she was able to get her doll safely into a mei tai, on her back, by herself! She also loves to hold her own babywearing meetings with an oftentimes uninterested audience (her brothers 😀 ) So, the decision to have her babywearing as the theme was easy. What wasn’t easy was coming up with activities and games that fit the theme. Thankfully, my friend Holly, who throws the best and most creative birthday parties, gave me some ideas to get the creative juices flowing! (Thank you, Holly!)
When guests arrived, they were met by this display, and the gifts were placed on top of the woven wrap
(The painting on the right was a gift from hubby when he returned from a work trip to South Africa. I adore this painting!)
Since people tend to arrive to parties not always on time, I like to have a filler activity for kids to do while guests arrive. The activity was to decorate the tail of a ring sling, which would be used in a game later on in the party. I made two mistakes: 1) glitter. . . . enough said! 2) glue, unsupervised . . . . The younger kids ended up dumping massive amounts of glue, which meant that their ring sling tail was never going to dry. Alas. They had fun, so I guess that was still a win!
Once they had finished
making a mess decorating, I tossed a basket filled with scarves, aprons and other random pieces of cloth into the middle of the room and said, “Quick, it’s an emergency! We have to get our babies in carriers, but we don’t have any carriers! You’ll have to made do with what we have!” Watching them try to figure out how to attach their dolls with the basket goodies was pretty entertaining. In the end, they all managed to be hands free, not necessarily safe for the dolls, but hands free!
For their efforts, the guests all got doll mei tais.
After this activity, it was apparent that the guests needed a bit of education on safe babywearing, so DD gave a little presentation on the different carrier types and how to use them. Something about doing it in front of friends rather than your siblings made it more nerve-racking, but she still did a great job!
She also helped them all get their dolls in their new mei tais. Much better, right?
The guests all wore their dolls/animals/etc in their carriers for the remainder of the party. It was helpful to have their dolls in carriers, rather than in arms, for the next game: an obstacle course. Some kids dove right in and ran pell mell through the course, some so vigorously that they lost their dolls! Ooops! Other kids took their time and were much more thoughtful and careful. Everyone had a fun time, though. What kid doesn’t love to run around like crazy!
At this point, the party had been going for about an hour. My plan was that the decorated ring sling tails would be dry. They weren’t, so playing “Pin the tail on the ring sling” was kinda messy, but fun! In true “Pin the tail” fashion, the tails were all over the place! But one child managed to pin it almost spot on.
The final activity was weaving. Woven wraps are a type of carrier, that are, well, woven! 😀 Each child got a little cardboard square with yarn, and they got to choose strips of fabric to weave. This was better suited to the older girls, who were 8ish, and they sat and weaved for a good 20 minutes. Even though the 4 and 5 year olds struggled with coordination, they still were able to create a nice little woven mat.
Once all of the activities were done, it was time for food! Coming up with clever babywearing themed snacks was not hard, especially since Babylonia happens to give MANY of their wraps food names.
All in all, the party was a grand success, we celebrated babywearing, and everyone had fun! That’s a win in my book!
MIA August 25, 2015Posted by Judy in Musings.
Tags: changes, houses, life
It’s been almost 2.5 months since my last blog post. Some might think that’s because there’s nothing to report from cancerland. While that is mostly true, (I do have a couple of posts still rolling around in my head), the real reason there’s been radio silence around here is because I’ve been too busy living my life this summer. So busy, in fact, that I’ve barely spent any time at all online. It’s been nice taking a little break!
Now that the school year has started up again, I’m easing back into an “The internet is sucking up my time” groove, so I’ll be blogging more frequently. If you’ve joined me since the “I’m 37 and I have breast cancer” post, you may not know that cancer wasn’t the reason I started this blog. It was started to chronicle random things about my life, ruminations, and rumblings. My goal is to get back to the original and leave the cancer foolishness by the wayside. I’m pretty sure there will still be healthcare related posts, but mostly, you’ll read about hilarious and not so hilarious happenings with the family, things that make me go “hmmmm”, other randomness that I find interesting, and lots of before and after posts sharing how I’ve fixed up and organized our new house. So stay tuned. . . . . . . .
The path of least resistance June 12, 2015Posted by Judy in Sewing projects.
Tags: breast cancer, decisions, fibroid, healthcare, uterus
I’ve always been fascinated with the way water moves. It just flows and bubbles and gurgles along, generally taking the path of least resistance. I sort of think of water as being practical, not working too hard to break through dams and blockages. Instead, it just meanders to another spot where there is less resistance and keeps on flowing.
My healthcare for the past 18 months hasn’t been very practical, taken the path of most resistance. (Is that even a saying? Probably not. I think I just made that up!) That’s going to change next week, though. Next week, I’m taking the path of least resistance. Some of you have asked what I’ve decided to do about the impressively large fibroid that’s taken up residence.
I’m taking the path of least resistance.
While a full blown hysterectomy would take care of the fibroid, it would also wreak all sorts of havoc, upsetting the applecart, forcing me to amend my plans. And I have plans for this summer. Plans to paint and build and design and garden and customize our house. Plans that I’ve been working on for five months. I’m not willing to give up those plans or put them on hold. “But wait,” you say, “why can’t you just do the surgery after your plans have come to fruition?”
Because I’m taking the path of least resistance.
Having the big surgery would mean weeks of recovery. Weeks of being unable to do projects with the babes. Weeks of being “not quite myself”. Weeks of not being able to wear the 2.5 year old. And yes, I still wear my youngest in a baby carrier. I hear the words, “Mommy, be carrier with you.” every. single. day. I sort of thought we’d be done with the daily wearing by this point, but the Little Boss doesn’t agree. He’s always been my super velcro baby supreme, so I shouldn’t be surprised. He has, however, been extra clingy the past few months and most of the time, I’m the only one that is good enough. It’s exhausting, but sweet all at once. It’s pretty clear to me that babywearing is still important for him. In many ways, I think it’s more important to him than nursing was. I’m not willing to take that away from him. While he was a trooper with the speed weaning, I’m not sure he’d fare as well with a sudden moratorium on being worn in a carrier.
Hence, I’m taking the path of least resistance.
Having major surgery would be another big change to add to the big changes resulting from the past 18 months. The difference here is that this change isn’t strictly necessary. I’m not going to die if I don’t have a hysterectomy. Death could have been a very real possibility, however, if I had chosen to not have breast surgery. Whether or not to have surgery was a decision that had to be made “right now or else”. The pressure to make the correct decision was huge, yet I only had a short amount of time to contemplate the options. The pressure to deal with the fibroid was also huge, until I realized that it was self-imposed. Now that I’ve stepped back, I see that this isn’t a decision that has to be made immediately. It isn’t a life or death decision . For the first time in over a year, I have full control over the when and how of my heath. That realization is empowering.
And so, I’m taking the path of least resistance.
Having the fibroid embolized will likely not be a panacea. I’m okay with that. My hope is that the embolization will buy me time. It will be a stop gap measure to get me through this summer. To get me through to the end of the Little Boss’s babywearing days. To get me through a year of relatively good health. (I say a year since I’ll be revisiting the “to operate or not” issue again next summer.)
But for now, I’m taking the path of least resistance.
Next Wednesday is probably going to be awful. The doctor made it very clear that this will be painful, but only for a day or two. I can handle that. I mean, come on, I’ve given birth to four babies, this can’t be worse than that, right?
I’ll just meander on over and take the path of least resistance.
Art May 25, 2015Posted by Judy in Musings.
Tags: art, breast cancer, painting
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Two weekends ago, I spent a lovely day at Allerton Park with about 30 other cancer survivors at the first annual Cancer Survivor’s Retreat. It was a pretty typical retreat, replete with key note speakers, break out sessions, yummy snack foods, a nature walk, and lunch. Aside from getting to spend time with fellow cancer survivors, it was just nice to get away and do something just for me. My favorite part of the retreat was the art therapy class. I wasn’t planning on taking that class, but when I walked past the room, it called my name. I have to say that the directions that were given were quite vague. “Choose some colors that you like. Place the lighter colors in the center and darker colors on the outside.” That was it, the totality of the directions. I slowly chose my colors, hoping that maybe more directions would be given. Such was not the case, so I picked a yellow color and started smearing it around the canvas. Then I picked the fuchsia color and smeared that around.
It did not look good, at all!
I looked around and was mortified to see that everyone else seemed to be doing these lovely pieces, and mine was horrid. It looked like my 2 year old was fingerpainting. (Not that his fingerpainting is bad. It’s just that he’s two, and I’d rather not paint like a two year old, ya know?) Not wanting to give in, I just kept adding colors and layers and tweaking things here and there. I didn’t have a vision at all of what the painting would be. Mostly, I was just trying to make it look better than horrid. I worked at it for a long time. I found that most people around me seemed to be at a stopping point, and I just kept dabbing and adding until I was able to sit back and think, “Okay, this isn’t horrid anymore.” At that point, we were given the final directions, which were still obtuse.
“Draw two eggs. Draw a small circle on top of each egg. Draw a triangle at the bottom. Now fill it in with some branches.”
Suddenly, we all realized that we had been drawing a background for two birds sitting on a tree branch. While I was pleased that I’d figured that out, I wasn’t convinced that the birds would work with my painting. Again, I sat for a long time, thinking, and then adding the birds and branches. In the end, I was really happy with how it turned out. Everything came together so nicely, which wasn’t at all what I expected.
As we were sharing our work, it occurred to me that the painting was a good representation of my life the past 18ish months. Things started out nicely, and before I knew what was happening, cancer came and smacked me in the boob and turned everything into a disaster. It was so disastrously ugly that I sat back thinking, “How can this be!” Slowly, I worked through the surgeries and treatments, getting through one day at a time. I haven’t yet reached the point where I am pleased with the outcome, but I’ll keep working on that.
Eh, I guess that last paragraph is a little corny. The painting really wasn’t intended to be representative of anything. The whole goal was to just give us a way to unplug and tune in to ourselves for a bit. The whole process was very calming and allowed me to be pensive. (I’m thinking this might be a good technique to use with the babes when they get too wild and crazy. Just give them some paints and a canvas and have them quietly work. I have yet to try it, but I’ll let you know how it goes.) And apparently, a little bit corny with my reflections on life 😉
So this post would be useless without pics of the painting. I’ll tell you that the colors in the pics are not accurate. I could not for the life of me get the colors to come out right or get them in focus, even. If you want to get the full impact, you’ll just have to come for a visit =)
To operate or not May 17, 2015Posted by Judy in Musings.
Tags: breast cancer, decisions, fibroid, hysterectomy, myomectomy, surgery, uterine fibroid embolization
I need to pick your brains, my trusty blog followers. I need to make a pretty big decision in the next few weeks and, as with the mastectomy surgery decision, I’m kinda going crazy! But first, here’s a bit of background info. You may remember the fibroid that was “discovered” during my CT scan back in December of 2013. I say “discovered” because when the medical oncologist was all “Whoa! You need to get that looked at!”, I was all “Um, I already knew about that, it’s no biggie!” Well, it’s becoming a biggie and causing all sorts of problems. Actually, I’m not positive that it’s the root of my heartburn problem, the weird random pains in my side and my intestinal foolishness, but it’s large enough that I’m willing to bet it is the cause.
I’ve spent the past 2 or 3 months talking with different doctors to get my options sorted out and I’ve come up with two options: uterine fibroid embolization and myectomy/hysterectomy. (Although it seems this has nothing to do with breast cancer, it’s actually tangentially related, which is why I’m sharing it here!) I’ll give some brief explanations of the two procedures.
Uterine fibroid embolization (UFE) is a minimally invasive procedure where a catheter is inserted into the femoral artery, and then tiny pellets are injected to block the uterine arteries that are feeding the fibroid. The uterus is resilient, so it will figure out a different way to get blood flow. The fibroid, on the other hand, will slowly necrotize and shrink roughly 40-60%. The procedure requires an overnight stay in order to help manage the pain (which is apparently quite intense), and then you go home the next day and pretty much go about your business. What this procedure does not do is completely get rid of the fibroid, it just reduces the size, but it’s very successful in helping to do away with many of the symptoms.
The myectomy/hysterectomy surgeries are not really minimally invasive. A myectomy is the removal of just the fibroid. A hysterectomy is removal of the uterus, plus any of the following: ovaries, fallopian tubes, cervix. Both of these surgeries can be done either laparoscopically with a robot or with a large vertical incision in the abdomen. The robotic surgery would result in three small incisions in the abdomen, and would require roughly 2 weeks of lifting restrictions and an overall shorter recovery. The one downside is that due to the size of the fibroid, it would take a fair amount of time, 3-4 hours, to cut it up and remove it through the small incisions. Doing a traditional hysterectomy with the large abdominal incision would be much faster, about an hour and a half, but would require 6 weeks of lifting restrictions and lots of recovery time, because it’s major surgery. Unlike the UFE, both of these procedures would completely remove the fibroid.
So I should take a minute to discuss why this fibroid is a problem and needs to be removed. After all, many fibroids are asymptomatic and can just stay in place. In fact, I’ve had this fibroid for a long time, probably 5-8 years without any problems. So what’s the big idea now? Well, it’s enormous! Seriously, it’s like I’m 3 months pregnant because the fibroid is the size of a small melon! I had an MRI done of my abdominal area two weeks ago and we were able to see those images this past week. I wish I had them to share with you, as the fibroid is really quite remarkable. If you are looking from the side, the fibroid fills the entire space from my abdomen to my spine. When seen from the front, it takes up a third of the space from left to right. The top to bottom measurement is the largest, measuring 5 ½ inches. This means that the top of my uterus is just above my belly button. That’s not where it’s supposed to be, unless you are pregnant! Keeping in mind the fact that I’m 5’1” with a VERY short torso, this fibroid is basically taking up most of the space in my abdominal cavity, meaning that anything else that is supposed to be there is squished. Heck, they couldn’t even find the left ovary with the MRI because it was so squished behind something! So yes, something needs to be done. The question is, what?
I like charts, so I’ve made one with the pros and cons. But before I share the chart, you are probably wondering what in the world this has to do with breast cancer. I am currently taking an anti-estrogen medication called Tamoxifen, and I’ll be taking it for another 4.5 years. The purpose of the medication is so suppress the amount of estrogen so that in case there still is cancer floating around my body, it will have fewer places to attach itself. Here’s the rub: the drug works as both an agonist and antagonist towards estrogen. The estrogen in breast cells is treated antagonistically, or suppressed. The estrogen in the uterine cells are treated agonistically, or enhanced. See where this is going? The drug I’m taking to help prevent the return of breast cancer is making the fibroid grow. Nice, right?
The other way this is related to breast cancer is because of the ovaries. If I choose to have a hysterectomy, the question of whether or not to take the ovaries needs to be addressed. Generally, they don’t need to be taken. But, it might be wise to have them removed since they are biggest producer of estrogen and removing them would further reduce the chance of a recurrence. Estrogen is still produced in other parts of the body, so I’d still have to take drugs, but it would be a different drug called Arimidex, which is an aromatase inhibitor.
Okay, here’s the chart.
|UFE||Minimally invasive||Doesn’t get rid of the fibroid|
|Quick recovery time, just a few days||May or may not alleviate the symptoms|
|Relatively low risk|
|Done under moderate sedation, which means no intubation|
|Myectomy/hysterectomy||Completely removes the fibroid||Major surgery which requires intubation (LMA is not an option due to the position one is in during the surgery)|
|Robotic/laparoscopic||Shorter recovery time, 2-3 weeks||Longer surgery = longer intubation (3-4 hours)|
|Only 2 weeks of lifting restrictions||There’s no guarantee that this size of a fibroid can be treated laparoscopically. If it’s too large, they’ll have to switch to the traditional hysterectomy|
|Traditional hysterectomy||Shorter surgery = shorter intubation (1-2 hours)||6 weeks of lifting restrictions, which means no babywearing for the 2.5 year old, who is REALLY into that now. He already had to be weaned early, not sure I want to “wean” him from wearing early, too.|
|Long recovery time 4-6 weeks|
|Ovary removal||Greatly reduces the chance of breast cancer recurrence||Would require a change in medication. Right now, Tamoxifen is great, I have no side effects. Who knows if that will be the case with Arimidex. I could be swapping one set of problems with the fibroed for another set with the meds (hot flashes, joint pain, sore throat, nausea, vomiting, numbness/weakness in hand/wrist, etc.)|
I think I’ve thought of all of the pros and cons, but maybe a fresh set of eyes on the situation will reveal more. The other thing to consider is if I do the UFE and the results are not satisfactory, I can always opt to go the surgical route. If I do surgery off the bat, well, there’s no going back from that.
And one more thing . . . .when am I going to catch a break? I’m so done with doctors and health drama and foolishness. I want to be healthy again. That’s not too much to ask, is it? I’m just gonna go sulk in the corner while you all contemplate a solution to my current dilemma!
All clear, probably April 28, 2015Posted by Judy in Musings.
Tags: CT scans
I’m sure it comes as no surprise to anyone that foolishness continues to come out of the radiography department. When we met with the radiation oncologist today, he say, “Hmmm, well, they (the radiologists) didn’t do what I asked.” I responded, “You’re lucky you got what you did!” Nope, we weren’t cynical, not one bit! He had asked they the not only look at the spine (the bones, etc.), but also at the soft tissues, hence, the need for contrast. Only read the bone portion had been read. The rad onc looked at the scans and didn’t see anything alarming or amiss, but that’s also not his area of expertise. So, he is going to ask that another radiologist review it again, this time including the soft tissue in the analysis. If anything is wrong, I’ll get a call.
The upshot of the matter is that there’s nothing to be concerned about at this time. This is good. It doesn’t, however, give an answer for why the pain is there, so I’m just supposed to keep tabs on it. If it worsens, I should either request an MRI or see the people in the spine and neck center.
How’s that for a short, sweet, and to-the-point post? And, it’s good news! Huzzah!
The telephone game April 27, 2015Posted by Judy in Musings.
Tags: breast cancer, ct scan, healthcare, mistakes, pain
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Remember that childhood game, telephone? You know, the one where you whisper something in someone’s ear and the message has totally morphed by the time it gets to the person at the end of the line? Sometimes, it seems to me that health care providers like to play that game. It certainly seemed that way at my CT scan on Thursday. After returning to the lobby, I said to my friend who had accompanied me, “Well THAT’S going to make a good blog post!”
I arrived at the Heart and Vascular Institute at 9am, got checked in (by a former student, no less) and then got called back for the test. My friend and I stood up to go, but they asked her to stay in the lobby since the other waiting room was getting full. “It should only be about 5 minutes, anyway.” That should have been my first clue that something was up. I figured they were planning on getting me ready, then I’d go back to the lobby, then get called to the back again. I knew it couldn’t be a 5 minute test since the scheduler had said it would take about 25 minutes. We enter the room, she gets me situated on the platform and says, “This won’t take long at all.” I thought about just letting that comment slide, but knew that didn’t seem right. For starters, no-one had started an IV for the contrast, and while medical advances have been vast in the past few decades, I’m pretty sure they haven’t figured out a way to get contrast into your body through osmosis. So I piped up, “Aren’t you going to use contrast?” “No, we don’t use contrast for this test.” Crickets.
“Um, I’m pretty sure the doctor ordered a test with contrast.” “Really? Because scanning this part of the body doesn’t generally require contrast.” I tried to remain calm, even though my blood pressure was already on it’s way up. I explained the whole situation, including the confusion of the tech, the conversation between the radiologist and the radiation oncologist and the fact that the scheduler, a lovely man named Kelly, had made a point of putting a note in my chart stating that the test had already been verified with the doctor and it was to be the CT scan with and without contrast. This was all very awkward for me because I was laying on this platform with my head in a supremely uncomfortable head holder thing such that I couldn’t really move my head much to look at the tech. She thanked me saying, “That was really informative. I’ll be back.” and suggested that I sit up while I waited.
A few minutes passed, my mind racing the enter time. She came back in saying that there are protocols for the tests, and using contrast would fall outside of the protocol, so another person would be looking into it with the radiologist and getting back to me. Again, I was left alone with my racing thoughts. Just as I had gotten up to send my waiting friend a text message, a lady walked into the room, apologized for the confusion and said they were ready to get started. Again, I thought about letting the apology go without comment, but then decided that enough was enough. After asking me a set of standard question (Do you have diabetes? Are you allergic to Iodine? etc.), I said I had a question for her. “I’m just wondering how this whole mix-up even happened. It was clearly stated in my chart that this was the test the doctor wanted. Did people not see that message?” “Well, when we look things over the night before . . . . . . .” The rest of her words turned into the something very akin to what the adults would say on that kid’s show, whose name I can’t recall. The Muppet Show, maybe? . . . . .Wahw wahw wahw wahw wahw . .. . I looked away, shrugged my shoulders and said, “Whatever. I’m still not happy about it.”
I don’t tend to think very quickly on my feet. I’m forever wishing I would have said this, that or the next thing, making myself out to be much better at arguing with people than I really am. Fortunately, quick thinking was with me that morning. I continued, “If I wouldn’t have said anything, you guys would have done the wrong procedure! I shouldn’t have to check up on everyone to make sure they aren’t screwing up! I shouldn’t have to advocate for myself, yet here I am and I’m frustrated! I’m sorry you’re getting the blunt end of my frustration, but this sort of thing has been happening throughout my entire illness and I’m just tired of it!” She again apologized, stating that she felt especially terrible that she was involved in the mistake. (She had been the person to review the cases the night before in preparation for the day’s procedures.) “I’m actually on a committee created to keep this sort of thing from happening and to improve the patient’s experience. I’ll definitely be taking this situation back to them for review. My name is Haley, if you ever have any other dealings with this department, please ask for me. I want to be sure that you have a problem-free experience from here on out.” Maybe she was just paying me lip service, but I was satisfied with her response.
She went on to try and explain why things had transpired the way they had from her perspective. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t really listening, because by that point, I didn’t care. I’d said my piece and was ready to get this stupid test over with. I do recall her saying something about wanting to be thorough and make sure the radiologist had the correct test to read and to make sure there weren’t any mistakes. Now that I’m a few days out and have had time to think about it, that last statement is totally ludicrous. Clearly, their efforts for accuracy caused them to be inaccurate. I’m still wondering how they a) missed the order which I thought clearly stated “CT scan with and without contrast” and b) how they missed Kelly’s note stating that the test had already been verified as being the correct test. Was anyone ACTUALLY reading my chart? According to Haley, my case was outside of the norm and didn’t fit into the protocols, which is why some of the mistakes happened. Uh, sorry, that doesn’t give you a free pass to go on ahead and screw up. If you are married to having protocols, you should have one in place to deal with those cases that fall outside of the norm.
Anyway, so the air was cleared and we moved on with the test. During my entire diatribe, there was this other guy floating about the room busying himself doing who knows what. At this point, he was introduced to me as someone who was training. I smirked and said hello. Maybe, just maybe, he learned a lesson that will improve the care he provides to patients. Maybe.
The actual procedure was fairly unremarkable. Haley did an amazing job at inserting the IV. Seriously, zero pain, which was a first! The iodine injection was creepily weird. At first I felt a cool sensation in my veins, and then it was very warm, very quickly rushing through my arm and throughout my entire torso, making me feel like I’d peed my pants. They did the scan, took out the needle and I was on my way, but not before Haley said two more times that she wanted to be the one handling my care in her department from here on out.
All in all, I guess it turned out fine, thanks to me! I’ll find out the results of the scan tomorrow. I have no gut feelings on which way it’s going to go. I hope that it’s nothing, but am prepared for it to be something.
Pain April 21, 2015Posted by Judy in Musings.
Tags: breast cancer, ct scan, oncologist, pain
Pain is both a good thing and a bad thing. Pain is good, because it alerts you to the fact that something is amiss. Imagine if you didn’t feel pain when you touched something hot, you’d end up with all kinds of burns. Pain is one of the ways that your body tries to preserve itself. When you feel pain, you should at the very least note it and not ignore it. Pain is also bad, because it tells you that something is amiss, and I think we’d all prefer to not have things be amiss.
Pain is interesting beause while most of the time it can be said that the intensity of the pain is directly proportional to the amount of damage happening to your body, this is not always the case. I think it’s pretty clear that you’d be in incredible pain and in bad shape if you’d suffered 3rd degree burns, or had a giant cut on your body. I think you’ll also agree that a scraped knee or a small bruise are neither excruciating or life-threatening. But what about that persistent headache, or the ache in your side or in your breast, or the bone pain that turn out to be something quite terrible? That’s the kind of pain that is evil and tricky and confusing. Once you’ve been attacked by THAT kind of pain, then every pain is cause for alarm. Some might be tempted to call you a hypochondriac. As I told my doctor: The last time I had a little pain, it tried to kill me, so I think I’ve earned the right to be paranoid and alarmed!”
Today, I’m paranoid and alarmed, and have been for a little over a week. A week ago Saturday, I started feeling a pain at the base of my neck, a pain that seemed muscular in nature, so I figured I’d slept wrong. DH massaged it a few times and I put some topical medicine on it in an effort to make the pain go away. That evening, I moved my neck and the pain radiated down to the front of my throat. “Hmmmm . . . that’s weird”, I thought. A little while later, I swallowed, and the pain shot back to the base of my neck. Double weird! The next day, the pain continued, I noticed that my voice wasn’t working quite right, and I felt swelling on one side of my trachea, the same side that got grazed with radiation. I decided that this wasn’t a pain that should be ignored and I planned to call the med onc’s office first thing on Monday.
I really like my med oncologist, but it’s nigh unto impossible to get a hold of people in his office. It’s deplorable! I called and left a very brief and non-detailed message for the nurse shortly after 8am. When I hadn’t heard back by 3pm, I called again. The receptionist confirmed that the nurse had received the message and was going to talk to the doctor. Uh, wait a sec . . . .shouldn’t she talk to me FIRST to get more details BEFORE talking to the doc? Needless to say, I didn’t get a call back. So that evening, I sent a detailed message to the nurse via the online messaging system. That must’ve been enough to nudge them into action, as I got a call on Tuesday. Of course, the doctor wasn’t in that day, but the radiation oncologist was in. He was consulted and thought the pain shoudl be investigated. I felt good that he didn’t blow me off as being overly paranoid! The following day, Wednesday, saw me heading to the Cancer Center to see what was up. By this point, the pain was a little less painful than it had been on Saturday, and the swelling on my trachea had practically gone away, but it was still radiating back and forth between my throat and neck. The doctor didn’t feel anything, but thought it wise to have a CT scan of my cervical spine. Happily, the insurance company approved the scan and I got a call on Friday afternoon from the scheduler.
I’ve decided that nothing with healthcare can be simple. This was no exception. The radiology tech felt that the diagnosis code didn’t match the requested test. Further inquiry found that the code was breast cancer (duh) and the test a cervical spine scan (also, duh, since the pain is in my neck), and they really were both correct. This still wasn’t good enough for the tech, so s/he decided to consult with the radiologist on duty. THAT doctor also questioned the test, so he decided to call the rad onc to see if he was sure about that test, suggesting that an MRI might be a better choice. My cynical inner monologue went something like this, “Well of COURSE an MRI would be better, it’s leagues more expensive and pads your pocket better! And yes, it’s clear that you know MORE than the acutal oncologist! Riiiiight!” I’m sure it comes as no surprise that the oncologist said, “I ordered a CT scan, that’s the test that I want.” Hahahaha, oh to have been a fly on the wall during that conversation =) Anyway, so I’m having a scan done Thursday morning, and I follow-up with the rad oncologist the following Monday. I’d be lying if didn’t say that I was a little more than stressed out about this whole thing. Someone asked me if I’d considered the possibilities. Yes, the “Shoot, the cancer’s gone to my bones or brain” thought already muscled it’s way into my brain and has taken up residence there. A small part of me thinks it’s just a confluence of factors (kink in my neck, possible cold, sheer exhaustion) causing the pain. But the fact that pretty much nothing has changed in the past week – except that today I seem to have developed a cold – makes me feel like the confluence of factors has nothing to do with it. *sigh*
If this was my only health stressor, that would be stressful enough. Facing a potential hysterectomy and a potentially failed scar revision (blog posts coming with deets, probably more than you want to know!) make the stress exponentially greater! I try not to think about it and pretend all is well.
Waiting is always the worst.
Monday will hopefully bring answers, but that seems so very far away!
Night night, knockers! March 20, 2015Posted by Judy in Musings.
Tags: boobs, breast cancer, farewell, party
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A year ago today, I was sleepily and anxiously dragging myself to the hospital for a big, ol’ surgery. Although that wasn’t technically the beginning of my journey, it was what got the ball rolling. And although today is the one year anniversary of the start of the roll, that’s not what this post is about. One year and two days ago, these 35 women came together to celebrate and to say farewell with me.
Two weeks in advance, I posted this invite on Facebook.
The girls have had a good and productive life. Lately, they have gotten too feisty for their own good, so it’s time for them to move on to the big, bad pathology lab.
Join me as I say “Night night, knockers!” We’ll play a few silly games, eat some boob-themed food and have a girls night out.
Attire: Dressy (I don’t know about you, but I rarely get a chance to get dressed up, so I’m wearin’ something fancy!)
Please bring a themed-snack to share. (A small caveat: this a boob party, not a boob and sex party, let’s keep it clean-ish 😀 )
Also, if you see that I’ve inadvertently missed someone, please share the invite with them.
RSVP by Sunday, March 16
(For my out-of-town peeps, we can celebrate from afar.)
Whenever I send out invitations for anything, I’m always a nervous Nelly, worried that no-one is going to RSVP. This time was no different, but I was happily inundated with messages from people who could attend, and well-wishes from those who couldn’t. One of my out-of-town friends who couldn’t attend the party created an event, “Wear a Fancy Dress for Judy Day”, with the idea being that friends would dress up on the day and post pictures to the event page. It was lovely and beautiful and made me feel so wonderful to see so many great photos of people from all over dressing up. There were pictures of friends and their little ones dressed up. There were pictures of teachers with their entire classrooms dressed up. There were pictures of husbands and wives, both wearing dresses. There were pictures of people I didn’t even know, who had seen the even on other people’s walls. It was a thing of beauty. I spent the entire day with a silly grin on my face. And then in the evening, I got to hang out with friends, eat ridiculous food, and play even more ridiculous games.
The best game was “Pin the Foob” I’m sure you can guess how the game worked. Everyone created and decorated a foob (fake boob) for me. They were then blindfolded and had to pin it on a life-sized version of me. Suffice it to say, we laughed, and laughed, and then laughed some more.
All in all, the 18th of March was a truly fantastic day. It was the perfect way to prepare for the life-changing surgery I was about to endure. To all of the beautiful friends who supported me, came to the party, wore fancy dresses, and wore pearls the day of the surgery: thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you! Mwa!