Another Major Surgery Coming Up

I’ll be having Major surgery this coming Monday to deal with a number of tumors that have been causing severe, long-standing problems. I’m still healing from the scalp surgery and skin graft, but am in dire need of more surgery… Three different surgeons will be operating on me, in 4 different areas, but I will still be closed up with numerous masses remaining that they unfortunately won’t remove. 

I have an extremely large mass on the left lobe of my liver that has been restricting my ability to eat for months, as it’s pressing directly against my stomach. My ribs are flaring and separating, muscles and nerves stretching and pulling apart, spine/ribs/back/muscles being strained, and I cannot get or stay comfortable in really any position. 

An orthopedic surgeon is planning to remove a large and bothersome mass from my glute, and another from the back of my shoulder. A gyn-onc will be removing a very sensitive mass on my vulva. 

There are numerous other masses in the abdomen and pelvis that the hepatobiliary surgeon does not feel are appropriate to remove right now due to increased risk of complications. Despite the fact they are all causing pain and symptoms, and they will be cutting my entire abdomen open, this surgery is viewed as simply palliative by modern medicine. 

We are struggling immensely with the weight, stress, grief, anxiety, frustration, helplessness, and anger of all of this. I have been working SO UNBELIEVABLY HARD for SO LONG to heal. From February to June I was doing daily IV infusions between home and my integrative physician’s clinic. Doing so many therapies it would make your heads spin.. many of them helping me feel better and giving us hope that we were finally moving in the right direction. But somehow it all became too much and rather than helping me heal and feel better, tumor site pain suddenly picked up significantly, and the more I did, the more the pain and tumor swelling progressed. So I unfortunately had to pull back on almost everything in June, and have the scalp masses removed because I could barely sleep from severe pain anymore. I still haven’t been able to resume most of the therapies due to worsening of already severe tumor site pain each time I try again. 

So now I’m in this place where the surgery will alleviate some suffering, but possibly not enough that will allow me to resume any of the treatments that were previously helping me. 

No one in conventional medicine sees an answer for me. I’m struggling to get requested consults or considerations for newer or less invasive/less toxic treatments that could help me, but they’ll happily offer me chemo that has terrible odds of working and fantastic odds of killing me. The conventional oncology system is broken in our country. They seem to have zero interest in trying to uncover the true root causes, and instead spend billions trying to find new ways to treat the symptoms (tumors) rather than solving the underlying causes and how to reverse them while healing the patient as a whole. I shouldn’t have to spend nearly every waking hour of my life doing my own research, paying thousands upon thousands of dollars out of pocket for every integrative consult and therapy, and experimenting on myself to try to survive. I am not blaming any one institution here; it is Everywhere in our country (and many other countries as well). This isn’t to say I’m ungrateful for the treatments I have needed, but if true root causes were researched the way pharmaceuticals are, recurrences and stage IV terminal diagnoses would be nothing like what they are today. 

It seems to me now that many people see me as a lost cause. As a story character whose fate was sealed with the original diagnosis. But I don’t, nor have I ever, seen myself that way. What I do see and hear and feel (deeply) is the fear and preconceived notions that people (typically providers) have about me. I am extremely sensitive to people talking to me and making treatment decisions as if my ending has already been written. I have plenty enough fear and grief already. I know the odds are stacked against me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t still believe in myself or in miracles. 

We are struggling immensely with all of this. Despite all we’ve been through, it unfortunately just seems to continue to get harder. I have extremely limited physical capacity right now, mental capacity is beyond its maximum between the severe pain and stress, and I need to do an insane amount of preparation for surgery and my hospital stay. My body wants to rest but cannot find a way to get comfortable to do so, and my heart just wants to be with Brandon and the kids, but my mind pulls me in a million directions while the pain and debilitating fatigue are screaming at me no matter what I do. Brandon continues to work full-time and try to carry me, the kids, the house, and everything else.

We appreciate your kind words, prayers, and support, but please understand we are drowning and oftentimes trying to respond to even a quick message is just too much for us right now. Please understand it is Not personal, and your kindness is noted, taken to heart, and very much appreciated. 

As always, I will do my best to share a post-op update when I am able. 

Thank you ā¤ļøā€šŸ©¹

Hanging in There, Focusing on Healing

Thank you to everyone who has checked in, sent cards, gifts, or food, and for your prayers and love. I’ve been approaching survival a little differently these past couple months, reprioritizing things other than social media (in today’s world, can you blame me?), and continuing to dive even deeper into solving my own healing. 

I had scans in early January. A few things measured larger, there were a couple areas of unknown, and a few tiny previous unknowns were no longer there šŸ™. 

I had a consult with the surgeon who did my 2nd abdominal surgery (in 2021). He said he could do surgery for the liver, but wasn’t exactly sure it would be ā€œworth it.ā€ It would be another major surgery (which brings its own concerns and risks, including more scar tissue and knocking me down further), and the recovery process could potentially spur other areas to grow more. They continue to offer me chemo, but I’m still not in a place where I feel that it is the right choice for me. 

Since that is all Mayo has to offer me, I have continued to dedicate every single day to my quest for healing. I’m researching and doing things I never previously imagined. I’m fully experimenting and it is scary every step of the way, but it still feels safer and wiser than the alternatives to me right now. I have a really wonderful team of providers and staff walking alongside me, making this extremely unique journey feel a little less lonely. This ā€œteamā€ is of my own making: multidisciplinary, from all corners of the metro, even across the country, and none of it is covered by insurance. 

I continue to learn things that I’ll never be able to unlearn, which are shaping and even drastically changing my worldview. While I am trying to let go of the resentment that conventional cancer care exists as it does today, I am motivated to find a better way for myself. 

Brandon continues to be the amazing, God-given hand for me to hold through all of this. He helps me research, helps me find hope when I’m down to my last shred, supports me in a million practical and emotional ways… he is absolutely the best person to walk with (or sometimes carry) me through this journey. 

My presence will likely continue to be intermittent moving forward. I already have 1-3 appointments most days, and there’s a chance this will be increasing in the relative future. Amongst all the additional chaos of adulting and parenting, I am trying to find ways to be present with the kids and Brandon while not spending Too much time researching (which is incredibly tough, because it never feels like I can learn enough). We joke that I’ve learned more than enough these past few years to earn myself another doctorate, and there’s no doubt it has completely changed me. 

I want to truly thank you all for the continued love and support, even if I’m not able to respond in a timely fashion, or at all. I am always doing my best, and still looking forward to the day I can post the amazing news for which I’ve been working and praying so hard every single day. 

Doing My Best

I have tried to write a meaningful post nearly every day since getting home from radiation, and I still don’t quite know what to say. I don’t have the capacity, nor do I think it appropriate, to lie. However, telling the truth will likely result in people checking in with our family and friends to see if I’m ok, so please let me preface this by saying: I am doing my best. My providers are aware. I have probably tried or looked into the majority of suggestions people have. This is simply what my life is like right now. I am posting because I know people are concerned and/or wondering.

I feel unwell. Physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. It is 2:24pm as I draft this post, and I have not been able to get dressed, do anything with my hair, brush my teeth, or do Anything other than wash my face, eat a few things that didn’t require prep work, and do a few stretches today. Every time I get up to, say, use the bathroom, I am met with this overwhelming feeling of exhaustion, discomfort, and an inexplicable feeling that I Need to sit back down. I’m lightheaded and nearly pass out with standing up, 10 hours in bed isn’t enough, I have horrific nausea and an inability to eat more than a few bites of food without my body rejecting it. Since getting home from radiation less than a month ago, I have unintentionally lost approximately 15 lbs… thus far. I know most of this is muscle mass because I can’t consume enough protein to maintain it.

Every single day is a struggle. When I have appointments, I have to painfully force myself to do things in order to get out of the house, but typically feel worse because I have to keep ignoring my body’s pleas to sit down and stop doing. Once home, I typically cannot get off the couch for usually about 2 hours. Some days I feel better in the afternoons and have maybe 2-3 hours where I can get a few things accomplished. This is usually the time of day when I either get dressed for a few hours, or change into a new pair of pajamas. I’m sure some of you are thinking: That sounds great! Sit around all day in your pjs?! Sure, there are certainly worse ways to spend your day. But this has become my Life as of late, not because I Want to, but because I have no choice, and I am very sad, scared, and depressed. I absolutely cannot tolerate any further aggressive treatments right now. I can’t even tolerate eating food to keep me going each day.

I had another echo and met with a new cardiologist a couple weeks ago. My heart function appears to have declined further since radiation, which is no surprise given what happened. However, before deciding how aggressive we’ll be with treatment, I need a cardiac MRI to ensure we have the most accurate function of my heart. They only have 1 machine and are booked out, so I won’t be getting that done until end of August.

I am in pain, short of breath, intolerant to exercise, lost in brain fog, struggling with horrendous exhaustion, unable to maintain a comfortable body temperature, and still dealing with all the limitations from spinal surgery and radiation. I don’t think it’s necessary to detail it all out, as I’m sure you can begin to imagine how and why my mental, emotional, and spiritual health are all struggling as well.

My next scans and appointments with Mayo are stretched out over the course of a week, which is incredibly annoying… my appointments will be from June 28 through end of day July 3. Great way to head into the holiday weekend here in the U.S.šŸ˜’šŸ˜¤šŸ™„

I realize this post probably doesn’t sound a whole lot like me… but I don’t feel much like myself anymore anyway. My poor husband and kids have had to watch me struggle to get through each day, to cry and cry because I can’t do the things I want, or even Need to do, and be ok with everything changing More because mom can’t tolerate much of anything. I absolutely Hate having to take life day by day. And after 4.5 years of being forced to do that against my will, now I have to take things hour by hour, sometimes minute by minute. I do not have the luxury of planning anything for the future. As human beings, we thrive on having things to which we can look forward… I have fear and terror of what could happen. With a teeny tiny sliver of hope that I am Really struggling to maintain.

But every day, I get up with the commitment to TRY my best, despite. Hoping and praying that things will start to get better. That I will get better. That I will shock everyone and heal myself.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.. I don’t even know if I’ll manage to get dressed today. I am annoyed that it’s taken me an hour to write this post… I forget what I’m saying and doing while I’m in the process of saying/doing, so writing, reading, and talking are all more challenging now, too.

I want to post more, to be helpful to others, or perhaps even inspire.. but lately I can barely help myself, so I guess that’s where I need to continue to focus my energy and attention for now.

Maybe someday soon I’ll figure out how to manage this struggle better, but for now I need to preserve the little bit of energy I have.

Thank you for your prayers. I appreciate them and you. I will continue to pray for and affirm: Better days ahead! šŸ™šŸŒ»