This week has been a roller coaster. And it’s Wednesday. (And, as I write that, I have to wonder what week ISN’T a roller coaster. Are ya with me?)
On Monday, mom and I went to Baltimore to meet with the Mistletoe doctor. She rocked. What a wealth of knowledge that woman is. She sat down with us for 2 1/2 hours and was like, “Ok, tell me your story.” She wanted to know every chemo I’ve been on, every supplement, vitamin, you name it. She had this gigantic “medical bible” with notes and tabs sticking out everywhere, and she cross-referenced it throughout our session. She was able to tell me what supplements/vitamins/minerals/medicines/foods that could interact with my chemo, both good and bad. For example, some things, like selenium, increase the efficacy of my chemos. Other things, like green tea and turmeric, could MESS WITH the effectiveness of my chemos (WHAT??? Like, I should avoid two of the most cancer-fightingest-things that exist?!?!?) AAANNNDDD, we started the mistletoe injections. She showed me how to do it and helped me inject myself on Monday, and I did it all by myself today. Yay me. At this point, I have to inject myself every other day and watch for a skin reaction so that we can figure out the dose that is appropriate for me. Too much rash = too much mistletoe; no rash = not enough. The goal is a silver dollar-sized redness around the injection site that lasts a day or two.
The whole idea behind mistletoe is that it will boost my immune system. It is known to:
Slow down or cease tumor growth,
Stimulates the elimination of toxins,
Help with weight gain, appetite, and sleep,
Reduce fatigue and depression,
Stimulate bone marrow function,
Increase lymphocyte count,
etc. etc. etc.
There is a list that I don’t completely understand, to be honest. The doctor was also telling me that mistletoe typically raises body temperature (mine is always low; she said most cancer patients have low temps); in doing so, it helps the thyroid function, which has something to do with something. Haha. Listen, I’m no professional, and it was A LOT of information. I left feeling overwhelmed, but hopeful. This is good.
But, I am still worried about the whole heart situation. I have insomnia lately, no matter what I do. Had a melt-down yesterday, and a good friend just happened to call me in the middle of it. I feel like that always happens. I thank God for that. I feel like he totally makes people call me right when I need it. Or email me, or send a card, or tell me a joke, or send me travel deals, or whatever. Thanks, guys, for real. You have no idea how uplifting a friendly gesture can be. Anyway, I have a PET scan on Monday (how have three months gone by already!?!), and maybe we will do another cardiac MRI to double check. And to ease my mind.
Guess what. Tomorrow’s my birthday. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Suck it, cancer. I’m still here. Let’s make this year ROCK.