Saturday, December 16, 2017

How to Help Your Body Fight Cancer

Two of the well-known side effects of chemotherapy are nausea and loss of appetite. Small wonder. The drugs used in cancer treatments are designed to attack rapidly-growing cells, both cancer cells and normal cells. The cells in the mouth and stomach have a quicker growth cycle than some other cells in the body. When the chemotherapy "bomb" goes off, the normal cells are collateral damage.

I decided before my first treatment that I was going to give my body super-foods to help it recover. I figured that if I was not going to feel like eating (1) I will eat anyway and (2) the foods I ate would build health. So here are my power foods.

Breakfast

  • one bowl of Cheerios with milk (no sugar)
  • organic whole grain toast, buttered
  • one bowl of oatmeal


Mid-Mornng: Kale-Blueberry Smoothie

  • one-half leaf of fresh kale, without the stem
  • one-half a quarter-size slice of fresh ginger root
  • one-third of a banana
  • two shakes of organic ground turmeric
  • one-half teaspoon of olive oil
  • one-half cup of frozen organic blueberries
  • one-fourth cup of vanilla almond milk
  • one-half cup of milk

Lunch
  • three or four stalks broccoli and three or four cauliflower florets, steamed
  • one apple or pear
  • one-third cup of cottage cheese
  • one boiled egg (hard or soft)
Mid-Afternoon: Plain Greek Yogurt

Dinner
  • Vegetables and Protein, such as beef-vegetable soup, legume soup, grilled salmon or chicken, chicken soup, shepherd's pie, etc.
  • a glass of milk and two or three ginger cookies (the Swedish peppar kakor are the best.)
Benefits
  • One of the side effects of the chemotherapy drugs is constipation; the fruit and vegetables help provide natural fiber to promote regularity.
  • The ginger helps alleviate nausea.
  • Some of the drugs induce osteoporosis; the milk, cottage cheese, and yogurt add calcium.
  • Another side effect are canker sores in the mouth and on the tongue; the yogurt adds natural B vitamins which may reduce the eruption of canker sores.
  • Blueberries contain anti-oxidants, which help fight cancer.
This is what is working for me. After each chemotherapy infusion, I feel terrible. Like I said, the drugs set off a bomb inside my body from which it has to recover. After the first infusion, it took fifteen days before I felt tolerable. The next time, it took fourteen days to recover. The next two recovery times were eleven days and ten days. I attribute the decreasing recovery time, in part, to the diet I have been following. By faithfully eating the power foods (whether or not I felt like it), I have been giving my body something good to worth with.  I share my food list in the hope that it might help others whose bodies are going through a difficult time. Here's to good health.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Chemicals

I can't get over the chemicals. I don't do chemicals. I am organic, natural, free-as-the-wind. Yet every three weeks, my body is pumped full of chemicals. How many chemicals? Imagine enough to kill you, and then back it off a little.

The only good thing is that the cancer hates the chemicals as much as I do. Otherwise, I think years from now this whole chemotherapy ordeal will be viewed as barbaric. What would Dr. McCoy say? He would probably be appalled. Of course, the last time I looked, he was also using chemicals.

It always amazed me that no matter what desperate situation the crew of the Enterprise was in, no matter what planet they were on, Dr. McCoy always had something in his bag that could fix it–the illness, I mean. In one Star Trek movie, he even had a pill on him that grew a new organ in an old woman (I think it was a gall bladder.) Think of that! Of all the organs in the body, Dr. McCoy had the right pill for the one the woman needed. Good old Dr. McCoy.

What got his goat was not chemicals; it was surgery, cutting into people with sharp instruments, rooting around, and sewing them back up again. He thought that was disgusting, barbaric. He preferred chemicals.

I don't care much for chemicals. If the future still depends on them for health, then we still have a ways to go. I think it would be better if we learned how to contact our bodies, make friends with them, and persuade them to stay healthy.

You there, little cells! Yes, you! What are you thinking that you went haywire? Don't you realize how unhealthy–not to mention inconvenient–that is? Come on, guys, let's work together. Other wise, it's chemicals, and I know you don't want that. I don't care what Dr. McCoy says, chemicals are not the way to go. Except that right now, they are.

(Note to self: Be grateful for the chemicals today; they are trying their best to help you. In the meantime, enjoy this photo of driftwood that looks like an elephant.)



Saturday, December 2, 2017

Fourth Chemo Session

Over the halfway mark–after this, only two more to go. After this session, I will undergo a PET scan which my oncologist is expecting to show clear. I pray it is so. My white blood cell counts have been decreasing after each session so the doctor is going to give me a shot of Neulasta. This drug acts like a protein in the body to stimulate the growth of white blood cells. The lower the count of white blood cells, the greater the risk of infection. There are a few days of nasty side effects from the drug, but an infection would feel even worse. So gimme the drug; what's one more right now.

While at the infusion center, I briefly chatted with Peggy, another cancer patient. Today was her last infusion. YAY! We exchanged notes on our experience with cancer so far and found a few things in common. The first was regarding food. Very few things taste good. We are always getting asked, "What would you like for dinner?" And our response is, "I'll let you know five minutes before." We just cannot know in advance what will appeal to us. I picture various foods on a conveyor belt, like the kind they have at a dry cleaners. I run the belt with the food swishing past until I spot the one that sounds the best at the moment. "That's it! That's what I'll have for dinner. Now!" I go for it right away because the mood could quickly pass, making me run the conveyor belt over again,

The other thing that Peggy and I agreed on is that people who have not gone through the cancer experience do not really know what it is like. Before I had cancer, I certainly empathized with those who did, but I never could sympathize from a shared perspective. I think it's the same with everything that humans endure, all the pain, sorrow, and suffering. Until we experience the same things ourselves, we remain at best sympathetic observers. However, those sympathetic observers are wonderful supporters.

Our conversation reminded me of something one of my students told me. She confessed one day that she couldn't concentrate on the mathematics we were studying because of issues at home.
"Mrs. Hart," she said," You just don't know what it's like."
I acknowledged that was true, and I determined that my classroom would be a safe haven, a place where teenagers would not have to deal with distracting issues. I did not know what it was like in her home, but I remembered when there were issues in my home, trying times that made algebra and history and chemistry seem meaningless. All I could do was give her a space to be.

Going through cancer treatment has rendered some things meaningless. There are issues that used to rile me that I now ignore. Just let me get through my last two treatments, let my body recover, let my hair regrow, for crying out loud, and then maybe I will cry out loud about something else. But not right now. I'm the NOW girl.

(Note to self: One more thing we agreed on is that the actors in cancer drug commercials don't look sick enough–they even have all their hair.)




Saturday, November 25, 2017

Hugs, Not Drugs


My sense of smell has been affected by chemotherapy. Things that used to smell good now make me queasy. Pizza, bean burritos, marinara, chile verde, and sweet fragrances. The last is particularly bothersome because most fragrances come attached to people in the form of cologne, perfume, hair products, and even deodorant. Loving, kind, and gracious people who express their support in hugs.

So I am really looking forward to the day when I can accept hugs without any drugs messing with my sense of smell.

I am thankful that I could eat a traditional Thanksgiving dinner with turkey, stuffing, and gravy. But I could not manage the pumpkin pie; it just tasted too strange. When I am all done with chemo, I think I will go hug a pumpkin.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Berried Secret

I decided to repost a story because I think it's funny. I need something funny today. This story was inspired by The Music Man and a picture I took at the berry farm.

Mrs. White waited nervously for the others to arrive.  Although she knew the meeting was necessary, she dreaded it.  She would not have even called the meeting, but her character demanded it of her, and Mrs. White was not one to shirk her duty.  She touched her hat to reassure herself just as Mrs. Blue entered the room, followed by her daughter Miss Adeline.

“Mrs. Blue,” said Mrs. White, “how lovely to see you, my dear.  Dear Miss Adeline, what a pleasure!”

“Oh, what a lovely hat,” said Mrs. Blue.  “The basket is a delicious touch–and so daring.  Don’t you think so, Adeline?”

“Yes, Mama,” said Adeline, echoing her mother’s words.  “It’s a lovely hat, delicious and daring.”

“Thank you, ladies,” said Mrs. White.  “I appreciate your responding so promptly to my invitation, especially as it is not our usual meeting day.  But there is something I must discuss with you–a very serious matter.  You see…”

“Oh, I knew it!” twittered Mrs. Blue.  “Adeline, didn’t I tell you that Mrs. White had a serious matter to discuss?  Otherwise, why would she call a meeting for today when we just met last Monday?”

“Yes, mama, it is a serious matter even though we met last Monday.”

“Is it about Mr. Green?” asked Mrs. Blue.  “Oh, say it isn’t so?  Or is it Miss Yellow?  No, it can’t be her because Adeline and I had the book drive with her only yesterday.  If it was about her, I am sure I would have noticed it.  There is always something about the eyes that gives it away.  Don’t you think so, Adeline?”

“No, Mama; I mean yes, we would have noticed her eyes.”

“Ladies, please!” said Mrs. White.  “The matter I wish to discuss with you concerns me.  The issue is–and here I must demand your fullest assurance, your most solemn promise that you will keep what I say in strictest confidence, no matter how sorely you are tempted to repeat the matter to others–my drawers.”

“Your drawers!” said Mrs. Blue and Miss Adeline in unison.  

Mrs. White sighed.  It was out now, and there was no getting around it.  She straightened her spine and looked directly at her guests.
“My drawers are stuck,” she said.  “They have been for several years.”

“Oh, Mrs. White!  How dreadful!  But…but how could such a thing have happened?”

“How could it not happen?  My drawers have not been opened for a long time.  And what is worse…”

“There is something worse?  Oh, how can we endure it?”

“Mrs. Blue, please.  Your interruptions only make this more difficult.  Yes, it’s worse.  My drawers are not only stuck, but they are full of bottles.  What’s more, some of the bottles are so old their contents are beginning to smell.”

“Mama, remember you said something about…”

“Never mind, dear,” said Mrs. Blue, looking uncomfortable.   She turned to Mrs. White.  “Oh, Mrs. White, words cannot express how deeply I feel for you.  Full drawers that are stuck are so…so…well, full!  If there is anything I can do, just name it.”

“Yes, there is,” said Mrs. White.  “You can help me get them unstuck and emptied.  I need my drawers emptied immediately.  Now pull.  You, too, Adeline.”

“Oh, dear,” said Mrs. Blue, “pulling one’s drawers is such a delicate matter.  Are you certain it’s appropriate–I mean, with Adeline present.”

“Adeline is well over forty so I should think it’s appropriate.  Now pull!”

The three ladies commenced pulling at Mrs. White drawers.  They pulled and strained and groaned and grunted until finally Mrs. White’s drawers popped open.  A dreadful odor filled the room.

“Oh, dear,” said Mrs. Blue.  

Mrs. White was fierce in her embarrassment.  She immediately began emptying her drawers; Mrs. Blue and Miss Adeline followed suit.  In minutes a pile of old bottles lay on the floor at Mrs. White’s feet.

“There,” she said, “that’s the last one.  I can finish the rest of this on my own.  Thank you, ladies, and remember that not one word of this must be spoken.  It must forever be our secret.  I am only sorry that I kept it to myself for so long.”

“We will be silent as the grave,” said Mrs. Blue.  “Isn’t that right, Adeline?”

“Yes, Mama, silent as the grave.  And, Mama, is this what you mean when you say better out than in?”













Saturday, November 11, 2017

Third Chemo Session

If all goes according to plan, I am halfway done with chemotherapy. So far, my journey is fitting the healing pattern. Just call me "Mitchio", which is Japanese for man on a path. Being a math person, I always notice patterns. The pattern I tracked after my first two sessions was the following: The first five days after the infusion, I felt full of drugs but tolerable. The next seven to eight days, I descended into extreme discomfort as my blood counts lowered, and my body went into BATTLE! Then I turned a corner and began to feel tolerable again.

My oncologist said that the pattern was normal and that I am doing great. I'll take that. If I know that better is on the other side of worse, then worse is not so bad. It's the Law of Undulation that C.S. Lewis writes about in The Screwtape Letters. It's like a sine wave describing the seasons of our lives traveling between peaks and valleys.

Here is a graph of a typical sine wave.

Since I am a cheerful soul, my sine wave is somewhat elevated (the blue one.)

But since the cancer ordeal started, my blue sine waves have shifted south.

I hope you enjoyed my illustrated math lesson and the Law of Undulation. If it weren't for the prayers and support of so many loving family and friends, the valleys would be even more extreme. I love you all. Many blessings.



Saturday, November 4, 2017

Now Girl

To quote Monty Python, "I ain't dead yet!" I am not Gone Girl. I am Now Girl.

I decided that if I am going through the hassle of cancer, I may as well learn a thing or three from the experience. (These are things that strike me all o' a heap.) One of those things is that I am Now Girl, as in when a friend calls and tells me that she would like to visit me.

"When would be a good time to come over." she asks.

I do a quick check of how I am feeling at the moment. I feel pretty good.

"Now," I answer.

The reason I call myself a Now Girl is that I never know from one day to the other, one hour to the other, how I am going to feel. Some of the time, I really feel awful–just plain pooky. Other times I feel okay. I barely feel like I am surviving during the awful times, so I want to live Life during the okay times. If Life comes knocking when I feel okay, I open the door NOW.

In the afternoon, Jack asks, "What would you like for dinner?"

"Nothing."

An hour or so later, he asks, "What sounds good for dinner?"

"Nothing."

At dinnertime, he tries one more time, "Well, how about dinner? What would you like?"

"I want a bacon cheeseburger with fries from Stacked, and I want it now, please."

Alas, not everyone is on my Now time. Last Saturday, Jack and my sister arrived at Stacked to place my order just as it was closing for a private party. I learned another lesson that day about being a Now Girl; when my Now is denied, it makes me grouchy. Obviously, this is something I must work on.

Overall, I think being a Now Girl is a good thing. It is a very Present sort of thing, what C. S. Lewis described in The Screwtape Letters.

"The Present is the point at which time touches eternity. Of the present moment, and of it only, humans have an experience which (God) has of reality as a whole; in it alone freedom and actuality are offered them."

So right now, I don't want anything for dinner. I am very much hoping in an hour or so, I will want to go to Fugazzi's now, please!

Here is my Now Girl painting.  (I don't know why–it just struck me all o' a heap.)