28 June 2006 - Home with anaemia and drains
I was in hospital for longer than expected as I lost a lot of blood and my hemogoblin levels were
quite low. I was very well looked after in hospital despite the nurses being completely
overloaded most of the time.  I was discharged from hospital, anaemic -breathless and dizzy; with
about 100 stiches on the outside and a lot of bruising, swelling and tightness; and awkward,
leaking, uncomfortable drains.  A community nurse comes every day to check the wounds and
drains and change dressings etc as required, and my parents and husband take good care of the
in-between maintenance stuff.  My family is thrilled to see my shoulders straight for the first
time in years.

Freaky wierd stuff
I have some rogue forces visit me, uninvited, at night.  One in the hospital invaded every lovely
image I had and turned it into something dark and menacing.  All I could do was stay awake that
night.  Then at home, one made a feeble attempt at convincing me that male energy was evil.  
To this I replied that while my breasts had attracted some negative male attention in the past,
the first people to visit me in hospital (besides my family) were my male friends, then I named
every male friend I know, and with each name the unwanted guest moved a foot away from me
and on hearing my son's name, my father's name and Kev's name, it quickly retreated down the
street.  It has not and will not return.

The second visitor was scoffing at my belief in rainbows and angels.  I rattled off the name of
every woman I know who is thinking of me at this time, and thought of all the strong wonderful
women in the world.  I made it clear that in my mind, these women are all angels, all supporting
each other.  I explained that each colour of the rainbow was a vibration of energy, not just
beautiful to look at, but each with it's own specific power.  And all it needed to do for visible
proof of rainbows, was look at the flowers in my room, where all the colours of the rainbow
could be seen.  I somehow turned all the colours into a beautiful white around me and this
second 'thing' retreated too and has since left me alone.

The next night I had my first long peaceful sleep.

I can't complain, my husband has been so crook with the flu, my Dad with a chest infection, and
my Mum has been throwing up!  I am pleased to report they are all on the improve now.

Anyway, that's a summary of my little world at the moment.  I can't wait to get back to singing,
playing harp, exercising, socialising etc.

7 July 2006 - my world is shrinking
Incredibly, cards and flowers and good wishes continue to arrive.  This is truly wonderful and
overwhelming...

My world is shrinking and I am somewhat consumed with my health matters and getting through
each day just now - I'm sure it will pass as I get better...

I've been to the hospital about every second day dealing with the pesky drains.  It's a good thing
we live close by!  This new drain is doing a pretty good job (despite it sticking uncomfortably
out of my back) and I have been the source of discussion and observation with some nurses at
TCH who "have never seen anything like it".  I think they mean the high level of swelling and
bruising - anyway, it's a good thing I don't mind being the centre of attention!

The good news is that my hemoglobin levels are improving rapidly thanks to the iron supplement
given to me by my friend and lots of good food prepared by my immediate and extended families.

I have found out from the surgeon that the lump in my breast had almost doubled in size in the 5
1/2 weeks from diagnosis to surgery (no bloody wonder I was anxious to have it removed - I
swear I could feel the bloody thing growing!!!).  Also, I had 19 lymph nodes removed and 9 of
them were 'involved' (cancerous in other words).

I have had my first physio appointment - the therapist was pleased with my progress.

I have an appointment next Tuesday with the Oncologist.  I imagine she will recommend a
treatment regime.

I am looking forward to regaining the full use of my arms again. I'm so fortunate to have people
to help me with dressing etc. until I am recovered.

I am hoping to be able to attend my benefit night on 29 June and maybe even singing a song or 3
- I just have to wait and see.

Please feel free to visit or phone - any news from 'outside' would be most welcome at this time.  
My dear husband could do with some cheering up too - he's been under an enormous amount of
pressure for many months now and is starting to feel the strain!

24 July 2006 - a strange parallel universe
Please excuse another generic email but I’m spending a fair bit of time sleeping and my arms
hurt so I have typing constraints making it almost impossible to respond to everyone individually.

I remain consumed in my little world - a strange parallel universe.  I have had some outings
besides the hospital - I even drove the car for the first time since the op but I don’t think I’ll do
that again for a while.

I had some scans and they came back all clear. This is what I expected of course but it’s re-
assuring to have it confirmed in writing.

I had a little operation last Thursday to get a type of central line (called a porta-cath) 'installed'
under the skin in my chest.

Unless I have a drastic change of mind, I will be starting a course of very heavy-duty chemo on 4
August.  All going well, I will have 6 courses of the relatively new brew of toxic cancer cell
killers, administered over 5 hours, once every 3 weeks. I am bloody terrified of the stuff so will
work on improving my attitude to it over the next couple of weeks. I will definitely lose my hair
10-14 days after the first dose. This seems relatively inconsequential in the big scheme of things
as does the possibility of feeling nauseous. I really hope that my fingernails stay on my fingers,
that I don’t get a mouth full of thrush ulcers, and that I don’t die from a horrible fever /
infection.

They took out the drain so they could do put the portacath in. The fluid is building up again so
this means more trips to the hospital to have it aspirated… oh the joys…"

Bethel, the breast care nurse visited today to show me some sample prostheses. (Try saying that
sentence with a lithp). This was a fun and informative visit.

My parents and sister continue to be wonderfully supportive, as does Kev. He is having a month
off work which will benefit his wellbeing. We are planning to get away from Canberra for a night
or 2 before chemo starts.

The Canberra Blues Society is hosting a benefit night for me this Sat 29 July - how fabulous is
that?

Thank you again for your support, visits, messages etc. I wish I had more interesting news...

6 August 2006 - overwhelming generosity and first chemo
Firstly, for those who didn’t attend the Canberra Blues Society’s benefit night last Saturday, it
was a blast!  And to those who were present, thanks for the robust Minnie the Moocher chorus
singing!  It was such a well-organised, uplifting night.  The generosity and support really boosted
my energy levels and lifted my spirits.  My family was very impressed and grateful also.  And it
was such a thrill to play with the fabulous KarismaKatz again.  I was determined to stay to the
end and managed to do so, even getting up and having a dance with my husband at the end of
the night.  I received many kind words and gestures, not only from people I know, but from
complete strangers – it’s amazing what a good vibe and a few drinks will do!  The generosity (not
just in financial terms) will go a long way to providing my family and I with the strength and
courage to face the challenges ahead with a healthy mind, body and spirit.  

We had a little trip away to the south coast.  The weather was gorgeous and we ate and slept
well and really relaxed.  On the second day, we cut my hair really short out on the porch with a
gentle breeze blowing.  It won’t be so messy when it falls out now.

I’ve been diligently doing the physio’s prescribed exercises (plus others that I’ve made up
myself).  I have increased the movement on my left side considerably, but still can’t manoeuvre
myself into ‘non-stretchy’ clothes.  My scar is healing, and the swelling is very slowly but surely
subsiding.

I had my first lot of chemo on Friday, and I’m still alive!!!  I had a minor reaction to one of the
drugs (some hives appeared on my neck and tummy) but besides that, it was a trouble-free (but
very long) day.

And by the way, the porta-cath worked fabulously.  I saw so many nurses struggling with patient’
s veins.

I continue to take my many supplements – The oncology pharmacy said a number of them would
‘interact’ with the chemo drugs, but he was not able to tell me how the supplements in
questions interacted or any valid reasons not to take them.

So this is day 3 of chemo for me.  The biggest problem is swollen lymph nodes in armpits and
groin (they're freaking out I reckon trying to cope with all the toxicity and I will probably have
to see a doctor about it tomorrow), red face and chest, and being bloated (like when I eat
something I'm intollerant to).

There was a good band on Sat nite with a really hot harp player that I really wanted to see, but
they didn't start until 9pm so it was a bit of an ambitious idea....

My immune system will be severely compromised so please visit only if you are healthy – I would
love to see you.

1 September 2006 - the month's ahead seem daunting...
Your messages cards and visits go a long way to getting my mind off my miseries!

The Good
  • I haven’t thrown up.
  • I can still eat and drink.
- I’ve still got my finger and toe nails.
  • My son visited me today.  He turns 18 next Thursday.
  • My family is the best.
  • The Folk Society also raised some money for me, out of the blue – I am amazed!
  • My husband has been massaging my feet, tummy and back often – it is b l i s s…
  • I’ve had some lovely little out and aboutings
  • I found a good GP in Canberra (my previous one was in Bungendore).
  • I walked down Preston Street and back today.
  • Re-scheduled next chemo from 15 to 18 Sept so I can enjoy some of the Virgo birthday
    celebrations of family members and friends.
  • I was thrilled to have some visitors today.
  • I will not feel crappy forever.
  • Decision made with Mum & Dad to build a yurt in the backyard.  

The Bad
  • I haven’t sang for ages.  I get puffed playing harmonica!!!
  • I miss gigging with the ‘Katz.
  • The months ahead seem daunting.  I’m still having difficulty with the concept that this
    treatment is healing me…
  • I haven’t been able to do as much of the physio exercises as I need to.
  • I haven’t been able to send all the thank you letters that I want to.
  • I’m losing weight – this is not good.  Muscle tone and stamina are disappearing with it!
  • My sense of humour went missing for a while.
  • Mouth ulcers, bad breath, sore eyes, extreme fatigue, aching muscles, remaining lymph nodes
    going mental, nightmares.

The ugly
  • My hair has gone.  Almost all of it from my head, and about half of it from most other places.  I
    reckon I look like an alien.  My son concurs. The rest of the family try and convince me I look
    beautiful.  I have 2 gorgeous wigs – one is a cheeky reddish shortish one, the other is a long
    brunette with a fringe and slight wave similar to what my hair was like as a child.  They are
    both itchy and hot.

The Worserer
  • I have a staph infection in the armpit, which is being treated with really strong doses of
    antibiotics (in addition to the usual antibiotics I have to take).
  • I’ve been watching Dr Phil and Days of our Lives.
  • The combination of chemo, steroids, antibiotics and anti-nausea drugs are messing with my
    guts – diahorrea, constipation, cramps, bloating, wind, indigestion, plus constant motion
    sickness – but I have not thrown up!

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