Trick or Treat!

I have spooktacular news for you this Halloween weekend! For those battling cancer it’s a full time job. Between appointments, treatments, family and work… it’s an evil trick the universe zaps us with. However, this Halloween I have a treat for you! It’s a sweet one, but first let me back up a bit.

I haven’t been blogging for a few reasons. First. I need to be inspired to write. I don’t just write to write. There’s gotta be a message, motivation and energy to do so. Speaking of energy… I took three weeks of leave after a number of procedures and radiation to help with the cancer in my lungs. Between that and chemo, an ulcer and constant cough… I just had to hit the breaks on work and focus on my body’s recovery. Yes. I am still working and am grateful for my coworkers and employment. Second, after taking that three week break, I began a new chemo treatment as my cancer was still spreading and unstable. I believe it was my 7th treatment change in two years since my Metastatic Breast Cancer diagnoses. This treatment is a one-two punch! TWO chemos, plus Herceptin and Zometa. The goal. To beat off the lesions in my lungs, chest, abdomen, liver, bones, brain and lymph nodes. I’m not going to lie. It’s not easy. My body is like WTH?! I’ve had to begin surprise blood transfusions due to low red blood cell counts. I’ve had to have Neulasta on-body injections to maintain and boost my white blood cell count. It’s all been worth it though! Here is your treat! After more than 2 years of unstable scans following all the chemo treatments I’ve tried… that have failed… Team Cancer Crushers… we have a BIG victory! For the first time scans have come back all STABLE! The fight is not over though. The results means the current lesions I do have, have either shrunk a tiny bit or remained the same size. Stable. Not cured. That cure for all cancer is still being worked on by thousands of people around the globe hoping to end cancer for all. 

Today is the Walk for the Cure here in Chicago. I am not walking this year. I am not asking for donations. I am here to say “Thank You.” This could not have happened without your love and support. The texts, visits, letters and surprise gifts I have received have kept me going. You have brightened my dark days and lifted my spirits when my tank was on empty. 

To my parents… this victory isn’t just mine. It is yours. None of this would be possible without you. My parents have visited me daily and been to every single appointment and treatment. They have driven me back and forth (my eyes are yuck) everywhere. They have brought me groceries. They have sacrificed they’re “normal” daily lives to keep my journey going. Mom and Dad… it is our journey and I fight every day to live for them and you. I am so grateful and blessed to have you as parents.

We all have our battles. They can be daily ones. Big or small. This is a reminder to keep going. That you are not alone. To check on one another. To celebrate the victories… no matter the size. To show compassion because you never know what people are going through. To show patience and to always, always keep the hope. With hope, anything is possible. Just like this victory! Who knows what the next scans will show. For or now… Team Cancer Crushers has won a game! Chemo continues. There’s no change-up. Only hope for continued life and stabilization. 

So Happy Halloween! I hope you’ve enjoyed this treat! It’s a spooktacular one!

June 20, 2022

Today marks two years since I’ve been in Chicago. It feels like its been five!  I’m sitting in my chemo chair looking at the beautiful lake and the sun bouncing off of it … creating little diamonds on the blue. It’s quiet here right now. It’s early for infusion. I’m enjoying the quiet as I wait for the nurse to confirm I’m getting two other infusions with my chemo, making it a longer day. This is the end of cycle two of my 7th chemo in two years. I remember the morning I left New York. It was after an unexpected and stressful final week in the Big Apple. I had hoped my final week would be full of Philly (I always wanted to try a Philly Cheesesteak), seeing friends, finishing packing and visiting favorite places one last time. Instead, it was the height of the coronavirus. I had a breast biopsy… was dealing with sketchy movers that were giving me anxiety… and waiting for results. Thank god for the park next door to my apartment. My jogs there kept me sane. I remember my final run had me taking every sound and sight in. I came home. I showered and waited for the movers. My phone rang. It was the hospital. My cancer had returned. I legit couldn’t believe it. What was already a bad week has just gotten worse. It was a Thursday. Two days before I was to leave NY. My days weren’t filled with goodbyes and favorite spots. My final days were busy trying to get scans to Northwestern Memorial Hospital. I was hustling to find an oncologist and I was worried about my new job. How would they react? I was panicked. I wanted to see an oncologist to come up with a game plan so I could tell my new employer what kind of treatment I’d be getting and the possible timetable. I had two weeks in Chicago before I started my new job. I was overwhelmed. I got on the plane 48 hours later. It was June 20th. I boarded my flight feeling anxious, worried and thinking “this was not how my return home to Chicago was supposed to go.” I couldn’t believe  the events of the last week. I still can’t really. However, I take comfort that that was God’s plan. I knew I wanted to move back to Chicago in December 2019…7 months before I got a job here…closer to family. The apartment I wound up leasing (virtual tour) is conveniently near the hospital I’m at. 

I find it fitting the final two weeks of June 2022… just like in 2020… are jammed packed. I have chemo and a Covid test today. I have acupuncture tomorrow. Later this week I head to the operating room to deal with the tumor in my lung. They’ll try to freeze or scrape away the part that’s partially blocking an airway. I had a similar, but less invasive procedure, last month. This one has higher risks and no guarantee it will ease my wheezing and debilitating cough. However, I am hopeful. Next week I have gamma knife surgery on the same area in the lung. I had a not so fabulous experience when my radiation oncologist performed it on my brain last month.  I’ll meet with him the day of to hear is plan of action on my lung. It’s the first time I’ll have radiation on that part of the body. I’m nervous but not thinking about it. 

What I am thinking about is my miraculous body. While it’s a tug-of-war when it comes to the cancer, it amazes me how much my body has handled in the last two years… let alone in 2016 when I was initially diagnosed with breast cancer. It never ceases to amaze me that it just keeps going. It may hate me at times. It shows me daily with the side effects I have. However, I know it wants to get better too. It’s like an angel vs devil situation LOL. Just like me, my body wants to get rid of the cancer. It wants to stop the spread. It doesn’t like the cancer either! It also doesn’t love all my treatments… hence my side effects. We are a team. I hate my body at times for making me go through this cancer crap but, at the same time, I love my body for all it’s doing to try and fight the cancer. Just like Team Cancer Crushers, the body and medicine will fight. I continue to stay positive. As I wrap this up, remember that staying positive does not mean that things will turn out okay. Rather it is knowing that you will be okay no matter how things turn out. Just Keep Going! 

It's Been Rough

Hi everyone! It’s been a bit since I posted but honestly, it’s been a rough 2022 and the energy is just not what it used to be. I started that new chemo back in February. I believe that was the last blog post. Turns out it didn’t work so I start a new chemo on Monday. I am hopeful. 

To say I was disappointed that we haven’t found a treatment that stabilizes and stops the spread of this cancer is an understatement. However, I am hopeful that this new chemo will be the one that sticks. The past few weeks have been rough. Between work, the hospital and realizing that I need to start a new chemo has been a lot. I legit believed that even though the scans showed some growth and new lesions in the liver that we’d be sticking with the plan. The cancer coaster is full of loops and turns. You just need to hold on and roll with the flow. I had Gamma Knife Surgery this week. I had it in 2020 but this time was different. I’m unsure why, but it was. I went in for the prep brain scan Monday so my team could figure out the game plan. Tuesday was my procedure. The sweet nurses made my mask. I just laid there thinking, “Here we go again.” It’s a tight, fitted green mask they bolt you to the table with. The mask ensures you don’t move and protects you from the radiation zapping the lesions. Once the mask was made it was time. It was 3 hours (I think). It was awful. I just kept thinking “Breathe. You Got this. Zap! Zap! Zap! those lesions away.” I just felt suffocated. My mouth was dry like the Sahara. The mask hurt. It felt like it was crushing my face and nose. My head was pounding like I had a migraine. I had to ring for help. I usually power through scans and procedures but I couldn’t this time. They pulled me out for a quick break. One nurse gave me some water while another put a hot towel around my neck. After 5 minutes the nurse asked, “Are you ready to resume?” I took a deep breath and nodded as I laid back down and they bolted my head in. The one positive is that I didn’t cough once! Don’t get me started on my debilitating cough fits. However, it was a big concern for me with this procedure and a goal of mine was not to cough during it. I remember the second half of the treatment I buzzed to see how much time was left at last three times. I just wanted out. I was just miserable but just kept saying “You got this! We’re zapping those lesions like in an Atari video game. Just breathe.” I can’t remember the rest of the night but do remember my parents saying I looked like crap and was out of it. I was wheeled out of the hospital and into the car. Grateful that it was over. Grateful that I had my parents there. Grateful that I was able to have the Gamma Knife Surgery. Grateful to be going home. My mom said the mask had made imprinted holes on my face it was that tight. I put on my PJs and logged onto my Portal and noticed there was a Day 2 of Gamma Knife Surgery for Wednesday. I was a mess. Even though I knew this was a possibility I just couldn’t believe it wasn't over. I had to to go back. They had to split the procedure into two days. I cried and pulled myself together and said, “Well it can’t get any worse.”

Wednesday came and I mentally prepared myself. I did some meditation, showered and was ready. Day 2 was better… minus the fact I was hallucinating. Maybe I wasn't. Who knows? I’m unsure if it was the anxiety meds or what. While the mask wasn’t killing me… I was now seeing dead relatives. My grandma Madeline held my hand. Some other relatives stopped by. Someone put some purple beads arounds my “casket.” I think all of these appearances were meant to comfort me and remind me I’m not alone... that I have angels looking out for me. It freaked me out a bit. I sobbed under my mask, which in turn had my back spasming on the cold, metal table. I was just like “Get me out of here!” I wasn’t wheeled out to the car this time but I was clearly shaken. I was crying and just frustrated. It was over though. I had survived. Now it was time to try and rest and recover. I just couldn’t though. I’m on steroids on top of all the other meds I take for my cancer side effects. The steroids are to control any swelling of the brain. I dozed off for hours but was too weak to move off the couch to go into bed. Not good. I was, and still am, emotionally and physically drained. 

Saturday rolled around and acupuncture was a much needed treatment. I laid on the table grateful for some TLC. I listened to the calming music during treatment and reminded myself, “You did it! Thank you body! Look at what you did.” I came home feeling good and then, hours later, I just didn’t. The nausea, dizziness and headaches kicked in. It was just frustrating. Today is Mother’s Day. I still feel the same. Still dozing off. Still fatigued. Still nauseous. Still dizzy. I was able to celebrate Mother’s Day though. Tomorrow, Monday,  I start my new chemo. It’s going to be a long day. I don’t know how my body will react but I’m hopeful. The cancer coaster rolls on. I know that one day a treatment will work. I just keep going grateful for a new option. Grateful for the support around me. Grateful for being alive. So, I'm okay. I just am having a rough time. There's nothing wrong with that. Accepting how I feel and trying to be kind to myself is something I'm working on. "Just keep going Jess," I tell myself. "You got this. You're buckled in ready for the next loop. Just hang in there." I am! 

It's Okay. It's Alright.

It’s the New Year and I do apologize for not writing or updating. 2022 has been a challenge to say the least. The new chemo (Two weeks on one week off) was kinda like a jack-in-the-box or a see-saw. One day you’re up… the next you’re down. One hour you’re up… the next you’re down. One weekend I got vertigo unexpectedly. I had been feeling fine after a rough couple of days of not much eating and not functioning. I had done laundry, some light cleaning and then boom! The room began to drop like a see-saw and spin like a top. The woman who cleans my apartment knocked on my door and I just burst into tears. It’s the first time she saw me crying. She was my angel that day. 

January was my Birthday month and I found it a struggle to just get into the mood. It was just a rough month as my body tried to figure out the new chemo and schedule. February hasn’t been any easier. I took scans to see if the chemo was working. It wasn’t. My once clear brain scan was lit up again. The positive is that the 7 lesions are teeny tiny! They’re so tiny my neuro oncologist is like let’s wait and see and in the meantime focus on your lungs and the rest of your body. 

The cancer in my bones are stable but the rest of my body is not. Scans showed small increases in the lesions in my breasts, lymph nodes and lung.The cough I have… no comment. It’s awful. It’s random. It’s me gasping for air at times. It’s me coughing so hard I gag. It’s not covid. It’s not viral. It’s not pneumonia. It’s likely the cancer but they don’t know. I’ve tried three different prescription cough meds, two inhalers, Claritin, lozenges and tesla pearls. I see my pulmonologist this upcoming week. 

This past week is over! Thank goodness. It was hard but victorious. Hard because it was a lot of hospital time. Hard because the unstable scans meant changing chemo… again. It’s my sixth chemo in less then two years. I am grateful because there are still options and because six is my lucky number. I am grateful because they were able to get insurance approval that same day. It meant I could continue to fight with no break. It was a rollercoaster Monday. My dad and I sat in the oncologist’s office as he showed us my images. It showed the mystery in my lung... the lit up spots of white we are trying to dim... the temple this cancer is trying to burn down. This new chemo cocktail is weekly. There is no break. There is hope. One thing I do hope is that I don’t have the crazy side effect I experienced post infusion. Luckily I was still in the chair. However, it really really was painful and sucked. The side effect means I get to say “Hello” again to my old friend dexamethasone. It’s not my favorited steroid. It keeps me up and hot flashing for 24 hours. However, if it prevents that awful side effect from coming back… I’ll take it. 

I called this week victorious too. I worked more days then I thought I’d be able to. I also was able to eat more. I saw the goodness in so many people. I mentioned my cleaning lady and how she cared for me. There are so many of you who reach out and just check in… brightening my day and offering support, food and serving up lots of love. There was the nurse who saw me waiting in a cold hallway and randomly offered me a warm blanket and pillow. She told me to just leave them on the chair when I left. I left a “Thank You” note. It touched her. I saw her later and she gave me a big hug. You never know what small thing you do will change a person’s day or mental well-being. 

Speaking of which… I’m doing my hardest to be more open about how I’m feeling. I’m one of those people who is like, “I got this!” and slap a smile on my face to the outside world. I’m learning it’s okay to have those days where you just tell people, “I’m not okay. Today sucks but I know tomorrow is a new day.” It’s also okay to cry. I often hold back my tears and just breathe threw the sadness I’m feeling. Why though? Cry therapy is good! Cry away! I used to apologize for crying… knowing it made others feel uncomfortable or sad. People don’t cry because they are weak. Some may feel it’s a sign of weakness. It’s not. People cry because they have been strong too long.The dam broke and the tears flow… releasing the pressure of feeling the need to be “ok.” As I posted on social media earlier this week, “Realize if you didn’t get everything done or right it’s ok. It’s alright. You’re doing your best.” That's all we can ask no matter where we are on this journey in life. To do our best. To keep going. Sending love and light to you all.