In Some Ways The Journey Has Just Begun

These last nine months we’ve been looking forward to Maintenance, the final phase of Jack’s treatment, doggedly barreling through the “intense” phases with the promise of less chemo, fewer clinic visits, the return to school…it sounded so much better! It sounded like relief!

Instead of feeling that sense of relief now that we’re there, the start of Maintenance is reinforcing the feeling that this is a never-ending process. This Maintenance milestone feels false, like the phase was given a nicer name so that we could trick ourselves into remaining hopeful about the future.

It reminds me of those first days in the hospital, when the doctors kept repeating that this was the “good cancer” and telling us over and over about the success rates of childhood leukemia treatment. THIS is the cancer everyone wants if they could choose; this is the one that has the most funding and research! I wanted to believe them. In my naivete I thought that maybe this would all be dealt with in a matter of six months or so. I told myself that this was like a lot of other illnesses – that it sucks for a while and then it’d be gone and we wouldn’t think about it after a while. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut when it finally occurred to me to ask how long treatment would last. THREE YEARS, they said. Three years IF there are no delays, remissions, setbacks.

Uhhh…this is the ‘best cancer’? Whaaaa?

The mind trick worked for a bit. But reality is setting in. Maintenance still involves chemo – daily pills and monthly infusions, plus the daily line flushes and the weekly dressing changes. This routine lasts two years.

Jack can return to school – resume a semi-normal life – but then he’s subject to all kinds of germs. It’s actually MORE worrisome in that respect – infection is still the biggest culprit for deaths during remission in children with ALL. (I just looked that up. I’ve been ignoring those statistics these past nine months. Tip #1 for coping with cancer: DON’T GOOGLE IT. Close your eyes, plug your ears and sing to yourself LALALALALA I’m not listening!) Oh and we have to hope he doesn’t develop an interest in contact sports.

There’s not much anyone can do to lessen this burden on any of us. It’s not a financial thing, although we’re certainly feeling it there. It’s not a matter of donating time – our family and friends have been more than generous and helpful. It’s just something we have to accept – the fact that Jack is still in danger from the disease, the treatment used to cure it, and the people around him who might be carrying any number of illnesses. Nothing will take away that worry that a fever will bring.

We need relief. We need days where we can just by worry-free and ignorant of this ugliness. We need this next two years to be behind us instead of stretching out as far as our eyes can see. I desperately want to believe and trust that the treatment has been 100% successful, that we’ll come out of this stronger and more resilient and have no reason to grieve more than we already have.

I’m usually a “prepare for the worst, hope for the best” type of person. I just can’t prepare for anything other than Jack getting better. That doesn’t stop me from worrying, though.

Even after curing the disease, there will be more to watch and look for. Yearly checks for cancer – for life. We’ll be watching for long-term effects of treatment like heart damage, muscle weakness, learning disabilities, and the development of other cancers. While I’m sure with time I won’t fear every illness that comes around, I’ll probably always wonder if the cancer will come back.

The start of Maintenance marks the end of simply beating the disease and the beginning of living with the aftermath. We are out of crisis mode, but that means we have time to think and feel and react and process all that has happened this year. In some ways it’s the hardest part of all of this.

Over the Hump of Delayed Intensification

The super intense part of Jack’s cancer treatment is behind us. Thank goodness! Things should get easier from here.

It wasn’t actually that hard. It definitely would have seemed so six months ago, but probably this all amounted to maybe an extra 45 minutes of work each day.

I ran labs (hooked vials up to the Broviac catheter to draw blood) and took them to the hospital a few times. Jack had a lumbar puncture with chemo, a chemo drip at the clinic, some fluids to flush his system, then started his 4-day chemo infusions at home. The home chemo involved hooking the Broviac up to tubes of chemo (Cytarabine) while Jack was asleep and letting the chemo infuse over about 15 minutes. Joe took most of the second set of home chemo infusions (all except the last day). Jack took two extra pills (anti-nausea and a chemo pill called 6tg) during this time.

He only threw up once, so that is good! Oh and there was a blood transfusion that followed that week and a half. They had already warned us a blood transfusion was likely.

It seems like a lot, though, right? Maybe it’s just the emotion of it all. I think what got to me most was the sneaking into his room while he was sleeping to hook him up to the chemo. This also led me to stay up past my bedtime and I don’t function well on lack of sleep. Things hit me harder when I’m not well rested.

Jack now has a 10 day break from treatments (although he may need a second blood transfusion – not a super big deal). We can relax. The treatments will all get easier from here. Whew.

I’m tired. I took time off work to care for Jack during the intensity, and a lot of my stress melted away, but it came roaring back once I returned to work. My workload is brutal right now. My co-workers have offered to help but I’m so frazzled that I can’t even figure out what to ask for help on.

Jack’s birthday is on Friday – he turns 6. We’re having a small party with just close family. I’m going to just focus on being grateful that we have this birthday to spend together and try not to worry about everything else. I’m thankful he has more birthdays ahead!

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Eight Weeks of Delayed Intensification

Tomorrow is the day. Jack starts the Delayed Intensification part of his cancer treatment. It will last eight weeks and add at least eight medications (seven of those are chemotherapy) to the two he is taking now. He’ll take four medications at home – the rest he’ll receive through his Broviac catheter or by spinal injection. He’ll visit the clinic three times within the next ten days alone.

I’m terrified.

So far all of this has been relatively easy, all things considered. We’ve actually managed to forget sometimes that Jack is sick at all. This won’t be the case during this phase. He’ll almost certainly lose all of his hair and experience nausea and vomiting – at least five of the meds list those as likely side effects, not to mention weight loss. He’ll ache and he’ll be moody and he likely won’t sleep well. I can only hope he doesn’t experience the side effects that would result in long-term damage to his body.

I’m filled with dread. Jack’s tired already – we all are – and the hardest part hasn’t even started yet.

Please let these next eight weeks fly by.

Cancer Sucks

We are waiting for blood test results to see whether or not Jack will start Phase 2 of his cancer treatment on Monday. I got a notice in my email that his lab results were in but they haven’t posted his white blood cell counts yet, so I can’t see whether he is neutropenic or not. The waiting is hard!

We met with the oncologist yesterday (update on CaringBridge) to go over what Phase 2 of Jack’s treatment entails. It was a LOT of information – 26 pages or so. To be handed a page FULL of side effects for each of 8 different medications…I wanted to throw up. One medication requires us to wear a mask and gloves while giving it to him. Another can cause heart damage and result in a lifelong restriction to lift no more than 50 lbs. Many of these disrupt learning ability (some temporarily, some long-term) and it sounded likely that special services at school will be needed for Jack later on…

And that’s when it hit me – why this is different from managing a chronic illness like diabetes. The medications Jack is getting to treat his disease are hurting him, as well. To treat the disease, we have to wreck  parts of his body and then give him more treatment to help with those things. It’s a fucked up cycle and every time I think about giving my child toxic chemicals, I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. It’s all wrong.

So today it’s hitting  me anew how much I HATE CANCER!

I think part of what got me through Phase 1 was knowing it was short and that Jack wouldn’t be losing a bunch of weight and hair. His hair has started to go a bit, but Phases 2 will likely take it all. His chubby cheeks will go, too.

I dread it. I can’t stop thinking about my dad and watching the weight melt off of him when he was sick. I imagine Joe is going through something similar, as his father (Jack’s namesake) died of Melanoma. It’s hard not to feel like it’s especially unfair that we have to watch our son go through a disease that attacks his immune system after what we went through with our fathers. It feels like we are cursed or something.

(Jack’s blood test results were just updated – if my calculations are right, his ANC Is 770 and he is all set for starting treatment Monday. Yay…)

We will get through this. We will, we will, we will. But it’s so hard to walk around and participate in daily life when my heart hurts so much.

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Today I donated to the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society to help my friend Beth reach her Team in Training Goal. Please help  me spread the word about this fundraiser. I’d love to see Leukemia wiped out.