An Early and Unexpected Birthday Present

28 11 2011
Me, about to light the candles on one of my favorite “birthday cakes” — pumpkin pie! — in 2007, one year after finishing treatments for my Stage 1 breast cancer diagnosis in 2006. And yes, those are my boys — Don and Theo – in the background.

Let me tell you about my birthday. When my birthday is coming up, EVERYONE KNOWS. I make sure of it. And it’s always been that way.

Until this year. I can’t put my finger on exactly why I feel differently about my birthday this time around. Of course, there’s the cancer diagnosis from January. But to me, that should be MORE reason to celebrate November 29, 2011. Still, so far, I’ve been unusually quiet about the occasion.
When it comes to my birthday, I’ve got a rep for being downright obnoxious — in a way that has earned me a label as a prankster. One year, when I was an English/Writing Instructor at Washtenaw Community College in Ann Arbor, Mich., I told my freshmen Composition I class that there were “just 14 shopping days ’til my birthday,” and that if they wanted to view my Birthday Wish List, they could go to www.amysbirthday.com. Of course, the site didn’t really exist, and after watching several of my freshmen students (poor things) taking copious notes, I let them know that it was all a ruse.
But I have always loved my birthday, and the occasion has grown from my birthDAY to my birthWEEK and finally, in recent years, my birthMONTH! I’ve been known to call close family and friends to remind them that there are “only 28 shopping days left til MY BIG DAY,” and to continue the countdown via text and email, unti they are weary, though I am still grinning.
So, why the kabash on the joy I feel every year about the celebration of the day I came into this world? Is it the new diet, and the fact that I can’t eat birthday cake? No. I don’t think that’s it. My best guess is that perhaps I feel some sort of irrational need to stay “under the radar” this year — lest some power out in the universe hear the ruckus and decide that this birthday is my last.
Or, maybe it’s more simple than that — that somewhere, deep down inside, I hold a terror in my heart that that could simply be true. That’s the way I felt yesterday afternoon, as I unwrapped bulbs to put on the Christmas tree. Each time, I wondered if it would be the last time I’d be unwrapping and hanging that bulb.
Then came today. Today, I received an unexpected birthday present.
Last week was supposed to be a chemo “on” week, but my platelets — low enough to send me to the ER on Nov. 18 — still had not recovered. Typically, after one week of rest, they will bounce back and I can get treatment. So, this morning, quite expecting that this would be Day 1 of four infusions over the next 11 days, I got into the car with my cousin and chemo driver, Lori Parker, and off we went.
When we got to the hospital, my blood counts told a different story. And truly, I was surprised. I’ve been feeling a little tired lately, it has indeed been a looonnnggggggg year, but what could I — what could anyone expect after 10 months of chemo? My counts — even with the extra week of rest — had not recovered. My platelets were actually even lower than they had been when I was in the ER. Time is what it takes to create platelets and send my counts back into the normal range. But a lot of time had elapsed, and still, nothing. To add to the issue, my white blood cell counts were low and had also not budged.
What to do? That was the question.
So, me, my cousin Lori, my Physician’s Assistant, and the nurse from Clinical Trials all put our heads together and ran through the options. What is becoming more and more clear to everyone on my team as I continue this brutal protocol (my current protocol in comparison with others is quite taxing both in the time commitment and the potency/side effects of the drugs I’m taking) is that my body has just had it. I’ve been saying that for weeks to those close to me: This chemo regimen is really wiping me out.
I feel like I’m in the boxing ring and every time I get knocked down and the referree stands above me, counting to 10, it’s taking me til 8 or 9 to get back up, rather than the 2 or 3 of several months ago. And I mean that from not just a physical, but also a psychological, standpoint. I have a pretty high threshold for the pain and misery the treatments have brought this year, as the trade-off of LIVING is something I cannot put a pricetag on — but even I feel like I’m at my wit’s end. And that’s exactly what my PA saw in me this morning.
Still, the question remained: What to do?
The options are better than I imagined. Though I’ve always known that there is an arsenal of breast cancer drugs from which my doctors can pull in our continued quest to battle the monster and win, I didn’t realize just how much some of these drugs could change my life — for the better. Not only in their efficacy, of course. But also, in my quality of life. That’s a biggie, as lately, between the beating I’ve been taking via the chemo drugs and the huge adjustment I’ve had to make with the new anti-cancer diet that I’m on, I’ve been watching my quality of life wither.
Though my blood counts do eventually rebound each time into a range that allows me to go through yet another round of chemo, each time, they not only bounce back a little more slowly, but they fail to reach the threshold of previous levels. This, in short, means my bone marrow is having a very hard time recovering.
What to do? Perhaps move to a different chemotherapy drug. While my results this year have been very good — after all, my cancer has not grown and has actually shrunk some — were the PARP Inhibitor in combination with other chemotherapy agents the “silver bullet,” as my PA pointed out today — I’d likely be in remission. The results are good, but we can hope for — and work toward — better. And, with the message my body is clearly sending out — now might be the time. I may be moving to a new drug as early as next week. My oncologists will be discussing my options this week and I’ll learn more at next Monday’s appointment.
What does this mean for me? Things I hadn’t even yet considered; places I hadn’t yet allowed my mind to go. The drug that was proposed today is an oral form of chemotherapy with little toxicity and few, if any, side effects. And if I do exhibit the side effects, the dose can be adjusted accordingly to eliminate them.
The “frosting” on this “birthday cake” is that this new drug would give me back something that has been steadily waning over the course of the year — my quality of life. I would no longer need to go to the hospital three days a week as part of my treatment protocol. Instead, I would take this drug orally, at home, 14 days on, 7 days off. I would need to see my doctor only once every three weeks, just to check in.
Instead of spending my days lining up chemo drivers and people to pick up or drop off Theo when I’m just too sick, or drawing up a schedule that includes days when I KNOW I’ll be sick, I could potentially and very hopefully return to a more normal — or even a normal — work schedule. What a thrill that would be! And no longer would so much of my life revolve around my chemo schedule — like travel — as my chemo would be “portable.” Should we decide we’d like to get away and visit friends, I don’t have to search the calendar for my “week off” — and then wonder if it really will be my week off  — or if chemo will be delayed for any number of reasons, our plans thrown by the wayside.
The best part of all is that this drug has proven to be very successful in breast cancer patients and is one that I could stay on for years, should I need to. Even if I go into remission, this is a drug that I could continue to take in order to keep me there. A maintenance drug.
And, as my PA pointed out, this drug would continue to buy me time as we wait for the even better ones that are coming down the pike. Next week, she’ll be in attendance at a breast cancer conference in Texas, where she’ll be learning all about what’s on the cutting edge in breast cancer treatment.
All of this came as a complete surprise to me this morning — a delight. And just ask Don — surprising me is one challenging task. (He long ago nicknamed me “micro” because he says I’m such a micro-manager.) But indeed, I was surprised, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.
I’ll learn more next Monday, but, as I left the doctor’s office this morning, the potential of moving over to this new drug, based on the feedback from my medical team, seems quite real and very likely. Not only that, but my exam today went very well. My team is really pleased with how well I’ve battled the cancer this year. I do not exhibit the signs of a “cancer patient” — like shortness of breath, cough, extreme fatigue, or “looking sick.” My lungs sound beautifully clear as a church bell, ringing through the air on a crisp, clear Sunday morning.
I’ve been lucky enough to carry on with much of my “normal life” since my diagnosis — as you know from reading my blog posts. There has still been plenty of real life there for the taking — and I’ve been pouncing on the opportunities. Now, it looks like we might be moving forward into a place that would allow me even more of those opportunities. What a thrill! Way to make me smile!
Happy Birthday to Me. And, when I blow out the candles on my cake tomorrow (even though I CAN’T eat it), you know what will be on my mind as I make that magical wish.

Copyright 2011, Amy Rauch Neilson

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Guest Post: The Story Behind the Story

8 11 2011
By Kristi Rugh Kahl
A few weeks ago, Amy’s husband, Don, was driving home from work in his pick-up truck when he first heard “I’m Gonna Love You Through It,” by Martina McBride, on the radio. He was so deeply moved by the song that he had to veer over to the side of the road afterwards and pull himself back together.
The next day, he forwarded the music video to Amy with a simple message: You need to watch this, babe. Amy did, and her reaction mirrored Don’s. Tears flowed and she found great strength in the knowledge that, like Don, so many people everywhere stood strong in this fight together with their loved ones, right by their side, every day, every moment, every surgery and treatment.
“I can’t imagine what it would feel like to have so many people gather around you to release lanterns of pure white light heavenward,” Amy said. I decided it was time for Amy to experience it for herself. This is the inspiration behind our upcoming benefit, Sky Lights of Love, December 3, 2011, at the Van Buren Township Lookout Point, Van Buren, Michigan. No matter where you live:

You can Participate!

  • Purchase a Lantern, and join us as we gather together to release hundreds of lanterns of light over Belleville Lake in Amy’s honor ! Lanterns will be distributed when you check-in at the event.  Lanterns are available by pre-sale onlyPurchase Lanterns by November 20, 2011.  No Lanterns will be sold at the door.
  • Can’t be there? You can still purchase a lantern, and we will release it on your behalf.
  • You can make a donation to the event here!
We have already been pleasantly surprised by the number of lanterns sold today and donations made for the Benefit — just hours after we announced it yesterday. Thank you! We are off to a good start. We look forward to seeing as many of you there on Dec. 3 as possible!
Don’t forget to check out the Martina McBride video. Not only is the song gorgeous, but it will give you a good visual of just how amazing and beautiful these lanterns are as they soar through the night sky.
Copyright 2011, Kristi Rugh Kahl




Guest Blog: Sky Lights of Love Benefit December 3, 2011

7 11 2011

By Kristi Rugh Kahl


Imagine if you went to your job every day and it made you feel sick to your stomach. Not just the thought of going to that dreaded place, but so physically sick that you couldn’t get off of the couch or out of bed when you got home. Your head pounds and you feel queasy. It’s difficult to eat, but you know you have to in order to keep up your strength. You’ve got to go back to that job. Your survival depends on it. Then imagine that after two weeks of doing this, you wait for your paycheck thinking, OK, I guess it’s worth it. We’ve got to pay our bills. We have a little boy to feed, a household to run.

But the paycheck never comes. Yet, you have to keep going back, two weeks on, one week off. Repeat.

Sad but true, this is the life of most cancer patients on chemotherapy. Not only are they unable to work, or, like Amy, only able to work limited hours, but the bills continue to pile up. The old bills — like the utilities and the groceries — and the new bills: medical. Amy is blessed to have health insurance. But even with that safety net, there are copays and percentages that have added up to thousands of dollars since her January 12, 2011 diagnosis.

Amy’s schedule is no different.  Every two weeks of chemo (what the doctors call “a Round”) takes its toll on her body and puts a financial strain on her household.

A couple of weeks ago, one of her two employers called to let her know that they could not wait any longer for her to get better. Yes, they loved her writing and editing work and found her to be very talented in both arenas. They had recently told her she was “the whole package” — and they meant it. She was offered other writing work that didn’t have the hard and fast deadlines that her editing work for the company required. She took them up on that offer, and understood, but it broke her heart to lose the copyediting position she had, working with a team she loved.

When she called me to tell me what had happened, one of the last things she said to me during the conversation was this: “It was so very hard to know that I can do the job and do it well. When I was healthy, they loved me and I loved working for them. All those years of education and various jobs in the trenches had paid off. Yet, that day, as I held the phone to my ear, I realized that while my mind wanted to scream, Don’t Replace Me! I can do the job! I want to do the job!, my body was telling me a different story. I knew they needed someone in that position who was healthy. Right now, that person isn’t me. And there’s nothing I can do about it besides keep going to chemo, keep praying and doing everything I know to do in order to get better as soon as possible.”

Yes, this is the price for survival, but it doesn’t have to be so hard if we all come together to celebrate her life and help defray her expenses.

When I first mentioned the idea to Amy, she loved the vision of a gathering of people and the lantern release over the lake. But she wasn’t, at first, comfortable with the idea of another benefit for her family. She didn’t want to keep asking so much of so many people. That’s when I told her that asking for help doesn’t mean you’ve failed; it means you’re not in it alone. And that is the theme of the recently released song by Martina McBride, I’m Gonna Love You Through It, that inspired this event (see more on this personal story about Amy and Don on the Events page).

In celebration of Amy’s birthday (November 29), we are hosting a benefit called Sky Lights of Love on Saturday, December 3, 2011 at the Van Buren Township Park.  We will gather at 4:30 p.m. and, at 6:00 p.m. sharp, we will release the lanterns from the Lookout Point over Belleville Lake — a place that is near and dear to their hearts.

The cost per lantern is $10 and the proceeds will go to the Amy Rauch Neilson Benefit Fund to help Amy with her ongoing medical bills and expenses. 

If you can’t attend, you can still participate by ordering a lantern. We will release it in your name or the name of a loved one.  Or if you’d like, please consider giving a donation. 

We all know times are tough, but they are even tougher if you are fighting for your life. As for me, the time is now for my bff Amy. Together, we can make it better by celebrating life and collectively lifting all of our spirits as we watch hundreds of lanterns filled with pure, white light rise up into the night sky. I hope you can join us on December 3, 2011!

Lanterns available by PRE-SALE ONLY – purchase by 11-20-2011
Purchase Lantern or Make Donation Below:

  • Purchase a Lantern, and join us as we gather together to release hundreds of lanterns of light over Belleville Lake in Amy’s honor ! Lanterns will be distributed when you check-in at the event.  Lanterns are available by pre-sale only.  Purchase Lanterns by November 20, 2011.  No Lanterns will be sold at the door.
  • Can’t be there? You can still purchase a lantern, and we will release it on your behalf.
  •  You can make a donation to the event here! 




The Gift Is The Present

5 10 2011
Monopoly Junior — one of Theo’s favorite games. Photo by Amy Rauch Neilson.

Where have I been?

Thinking. Pondering, Wondering. Questioning.
The last 10 days or so have been particularly harsh.
I lost a good friend, quite unexpectedly, to a brain tumor.
I lived through a couple of days while doctors ruled out ovarian and uterine cancer in my sister, Lisa.
And I’ve been giving a great deal of thought to my niece’s surgery next week. As a carrier of the BRCA 1 gene, and the daughter of a two-time breast cancer survivor, she has opted to take the preventive measure of having an elective double mastectomy and reconstruction.
So many times in the last couple of months, since we learned her surgery date, which, ironically, would have been my Dad’s 76th birthday, I’ve wished. I’ve wished that I could change things, that her risk of developing breast cancer without taking this drastic step wasn’t 88 percent. I’ve pictured myself running into pre-op — just moments before the doctors whisk her off into surgery — with the answer, the cure, whatever it would take to give her a surgery-free, cancer-free life, without the emotional and physical pain of the surgery.
But I don’t have the answer. No one can offer a more reliable preventive step than what she is about to undergo next week. And so we move forward in the realm of what is current scientific reality — this is the best we can do, she can do, for herself, her husband, her brand-new baby boy, her family. It’s what must be done. But it doesn’t make it any easier for any of us.
I so hoped and prayed over the years that we would find a better way before it was her time. But we haven’t, yet.
We will. Someday — and I believe it will be in my lifetime — we will have a better answer to genetic breast cancer prevention. I picture myself far down the road, decades from now, a grandmother, telling my grandchildren the story of what we had to do to save my life, my sisters’ lives, my niece’s life, all those years ago. The surgeries, the treatments, the frequent scans and doctor appointments. I picture the shock on their faces as they hear the stories of the harsh reality that was genetic breast cancer early on in the millenium, much the way I recoil when I hear the stories of the best medicine had to offer in the 1920s, 1930s and beyond.
We’ve come a long way, and we’ve got a long way yet to go.
But I know we will get there. Medicine has already made amazing progress, with new discoveries every single day that will impact our present and our future.
In the meantime, I try to be aware of the place I am, wherever that may be — walking a trail with the crunch of fall leaves beneath my feet, at the Tiger’s Playoff Game #3 with my bff Jodi Wolford Krueger, watching as Justin Verlander strikes out batter after batter, on the floor with my son, Theo, and husband, Don, playing Theo’s favorite game — Monopoly Junior.
The squeal of Theo’s belly laugh each time one of us lands on “his property” is a beautiful sound. You can’t help but light up with joy when you hear it — even if you do have to hand over your Monopoly cash.
The gift really is the present and one of the best gifts we can give ourselves is to stay there, to be present, to create an awareness of the moment we are living in, and all of the beauty that is there before us to enjoy, lest we miss it.
It’s not realistic or possible 100 percent of the time. That much I know.
There will be times when each of us must grieve a loss, or wonder why life has put something undesireable in our path, or in the path of someone we love deeply.
There will be those times. I’ve been experiencing quite a few of them lately.
They’re tough. Grueling, even. But we must not let them rules our lives. We can’t change them, but we can choose how we respond.
We must make a conscious effort to truly be in the moment whenever we can, taking in everything that is all around us, stretching our senses to the very brink, whenever possible, whether we find ourselves skiing a Black Diamond run or listening to the belly laugh of a six-year-old child.
Copyright 2011, Amy Rauch Neilson




Sputter, Sputter, Back to Life

13 09 2011

Theo and Don giving summer one last hurrah! Photo by Amy Rauch Neilson.


It’s been a rough week or two. I haven’t blogged in a while. And you noticed.

I’m glad.

It’s nice to know that when I don’t blog, there are people out there who notice. Lots of them.

So, what was the hang-up? I’ve thought a lot about it and it really wasn’t any one thing. It was a lot of things.

I was scheduled for chemo last week, but when I got to the infusion center, my white blood counts were still too low from my bout in the hospital, so they had to send me home.

My CT Scan results came in from two weeks ago and they were very good. My condition remains stable to slight improvement. The tumors in my lungs — two on each side that started out the size of blueberries — continue to shrink.

I should be thrilled. I AM thrilled. But I also get scared.

Sometimes, the CT only captures my lungs. This one was more comprehensive, taking a snapshot of my lungs, abdomen and pelvic regions. So, this one showed my liver.

Months ago, a CT report showed spots on my liver. But, because there has never been a baseline of my liver prior to my January diagnosis, no one knows for sure what those spots are. Are they cancer? Could they simply be hemangiomas — harmless clusters of blood vessels that my family is quite prone to?

There’s no way to know without a biopsy. And a biopsy doesn’t make sense. Because, whatever those spots are — cancer or not — my treatment wouldn’t change. A biopsy presents risks. It’s surgery. And there’s always the chance that when the surgeon goes in to take a piece of the suspicious growth, a cell or two could escape in the process — something that’s known as “seeding.” In essence, it’s taking a chance cf spreading cancer as a big downside when the additional information — whatever it is — doesn’t offer an upside.

The CT Scan results showed that the spots on my liver had shrunk considerably since they were first noted in the spring. But no one knows whether that means they are cancer — and the chemotherapy shrunk them — or, that they are something else, and they shrunk for some other, unknown reason.

Regardless, they DID shrink. Everything has. I’m doing really well. That’s the rational interpretation.

The not so rational reaction is the emotions, the fear I feel when I get test results back, wondering about these strange, rogue, uncooperative cells that are in my body. How many and where? And my incessant prayers and continuing journey to annihilate them. When? I wonder. When will this part of my life’s journey be over? When will life return to
“normal.”

So, there was the letdown of not being able to get my “medicine,” followed by the scan results which should have had me leaping for joy, and did, in many ways, while also causing me to question and to fear.

Yet, I feel from the depths of my soul that I am not only moving in the right direction, but that I am going to be on this planet for a long time to come.

My doctors have also been slowly weaning me off one of my three chemo drugs — Gemzar. That is the drug that so ravages my bone marrow and causes my counts to plummet — landing me in the hospital two weekends ago. There are two sides to this news: One, my chemo treatments will be shorter and less toxic. I’m at chemo this very moment with my bff Kristi Lynn Kahl, going through my first “test round” of what it will be like with one less chemo drug entering my body. Will it make a big difference? Will I be a lot less sick as a result? That’s my hope.

It’s also scary. Though I was unable to get chemo from the end of June til mid-August due to low blood counts and hospitalization, and during that time, nothing grew — it actually continued to shrink — there’s always concern when a drug goes away that the cancer could regain its foothold. So, that was on my mind last week.

Thank God I was blessed with a strong spirit that rebounds quickly. This week is a whole new week and I’m feeling quite fine.

Sunday, Don, Theo and I wandered the Toledo Zoo with close friends and had a blast. Monday, I watched dockside (I’m still not allowed in the water) as Don took Theo on a jet ski ride — what a beautiful, big grin on Theo’s face! And today, my counts were in line and I am able to get my chemo treatment.

In short, I’m back. But thank you for noticing my absence. It’s so very uplifting to know there are people out there thinking about you and praying for you, even on the days when it’s hard to offer anything in return.

I may have sputtered, but I am back to life and loving it.

Copyright 2011, Amy Rauch Neilson





Dark Clouds, Yes — But Don’t Overlook the Silver Lining

16 08 2011

Photo courtesy of: jittajack.blogspot.com

This is Week 2, Round 8 of chemo. That means I’ve now sat through 30 infusion days — and 120 total infusions — since chemo began Feb. 1, 2011.

Ugh. Yuck. Blech. Ewww. That’s how I feel after today’s chemo. I often have trouble with word retrieval in the hours following my infusions. My Chemo Buds notice this on Tuesdays — my hard chemo days — as the second infusion, Gemzar, makes me go pale and honestly, a little loopy. I sometimes slur my words and feel like a drunk who never had the pleasure of the cocktail — the chemo cocktail, yes, but not the Whiskey Sour that’s my standard order.

It feels like a bout of the flu coming on — headache, body aches, nausea. But I slept for a couple of hours this afternoon after I got home and it recharged me enough that I could eat a few slices of bread and a couple of peaches along with the antioxidant green tea that is super good for me and that I am drinking by the gallon daily. This little hiatis won’t last long — I need to hit the sack shortly. But first, some silver linings to share with you. A few of my favorites:

1. Support of Friends and Family. I keep waiting for chemo to be fun (I’m the eternal optimist), but so far, it’s disappointed me. I CAN say that it is really reassuring and supportive to have the many loving family and friends in my life who show up on time, drive me to chemo, sit there beside me, drive me home and tuck me into bed. Today, my Chemo Buddy was my bff Elaine Schultz. I enjoy the conversations with each of you and treasure you and your friendship. Not only that, studies PROVE that cancer survivors who are surrounded by a loving network of their peeps have much higher rates of long-term survival. Thank you.

2. Positive Test Results. My tumors have remained stable and/or shrunk every time since February that I’ve had a CT Scan. The latest one taken in the hospital mid-July showed the same results. That’s a LOT to be happy about!

If that isn’t enough, the way I FEEL is! The coughing linked to the tumors in my lungs stopped two months after chemo began; three months later, Don noticed that my stamina had dramatically improved, and honestly, I am feeling terrific. People have been noticing — people who haven’t seen me in two or three months. They’re surprised.

“You look really good,” they say.

I shrug it off and say, “Maybe it’s the tan?”

I mean, that seems like a reasonable explanation.

Nope. They’ve already taken that into account and they are sure I look better, healthier than just two or three months ago. Waaahhoooo!!!!!!!!

3. Amazing Blood Counts! This is a biggie. For the first time in many, many months, my blood counts were SO good today that I don’t have to do those awful, painful Neupogen (white blood cell booster shots) this round! They are worse than chemo, as I’ve said many a time. Very painful side effects in my bones (think rib bones that THROB) that last for 24 hours per shot, and the regimen calls for five days of shots. So, hooray for a small victory that is actually quite BIG!

My doctor attributed it partially to my changeover to a more healthy diet. It’s a slow but sure process, but I’ve already whacked most of the refined white sugar from my diet — replacing it with natural Blue Agave (available at most health food stores and quite good) that does not cause blood insulin levels to spike. I’ve got to keep my glycemic index in check. (For more on the glycemic index and cancer fighting foods, etc., see David Schreiber’s book, Anti-Cancer: A New Way of Life. I can’t recommend it highly enough.)

I’m also eating tons of fresh peaches now in season from our local orchard, raw veggies, whole grains, tomatoes and fresh green beans (raw) from my garden, and EEEK! I ate a mushroom yesterday. For those of you who know me, I’ve had a lifelong hate-relationship with mushrooms. They are one of the only foods I cannot stand to eat.

But.

But they are extremely beneficial cancer fighters — lots and lots of great, healthy properties. So, I’m gonna find a way to get them down. Eww. Ick. My close friend and Theo’s godfather Ken Bagnall tried to lessen the pain of my palate yesterday by covering a raw mushroom in spinach dip.

Still yuck. I nearly hurled. I compare it as being on equal footing with the one time I ate a huge, garlic and butter sauted escargot. That was 20 years ago and I swear, I need to bring it up in a counseling session sometime.

4. Back on Track. It is a victory in and of itself that I was finally able to get through a full round — four sessions — of chemo after all these weeks. I’d been off since the end of June due to low blood counts and the infection that hospitalized me. I am so grateful that I am back on my regimen. That really is a silver lining!

5. The End of Chemo is Near. Nope. I’m not holding out on you. I still don’t know when the end of chemo will come. No one but God knows that. But I do know that getting back on schedule means that I’mmmm bacccckkkk and heading in the right direction, AKA The Finish Line.

Let’s get this chemo thing over and done with ASAP so I can return to my regularly-scheduled life, shall we?

Copyright 2011 Amy Rauch Neilson





Status Update: Back to Chemo

9 08 2011

I’m just now back from a day of chemo. Tuesdays are always the long day of the week, with three back-to-back-to-back infusions. My blood counts were well within range, no fever, all vital signs were good. Whew!

I’m so very pleased that I was able to return to my chemo regimen and get back on my schedule of fighting and beating this beast. I’ve been off/unable to have chemo since the end of June. We are back on track!

My bff Jennifer Amprim Wolf just dropped me off at home. She sat beside me all day and I shared a new-found secret with her: there’s a room in the chemo infusion center with heat/massage chairs…today was a “slow” day, so we were able to snag that room — and the chairs! Score!

Jennifer is walking the Susan G. Komen Three-Day for the first time this weekend in my honor as well as for others who have fought or are currently fighting the breast cancer battle. Go Jennifer! She has trained long and hard for this weekend. Please send prayers of sustanance and good fellowship her way. What a trooper!

Someday very soon, I hope to be at a place where I can do the Three-Day alongside her and my many other friends who take on this challenge every year. I will be touching base with Jennifer over the weekend to see if I can pop in and walk beside her for a short distance. Seeing a sea of pink is always uplifting and inspiring, if not downright euphoric!

But until then, it’s off to bed for me so I can recover from today. If I get a few hours in, I may feel well enough to spend some time with Don and Theo this evening. Low-key time. Maybe Theo and I will be able to watch the second half of Scoobie Doo and the Lake Monster, which we began watching last night.

Thursday’s chemo will also knock me down, but not quite as hard. Rest, as difficult as that concept is for me, is what I must do now.

Copyright 2011, Amy Rauch Neilson








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