Ups & downs of an antibiotic overkill

First of all happy almost Independence Day party people. I hope there is abundant BBQ, fireworks, and minimal fits of rage over finding parking in your near future.

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Okay, now that you’re all jacked up on the thought of pasta salad and 500 pictures of barely visible fireworks on Facebook- I should probably get the meat of this update.

Spoiler alert: it’s a long one…but there’s a bunch of pictures so that’s okay, right?

After returning home from visit #2938409234 to the hospital for my last blood infection I was feeling grateful to be in my own space (and still am) but the week proved to be more difficult than I had imagined. When I left the hospital I thought “oh give myself antibiotics for eight more days? That’s nothing!”

Ehhh…it wasn’t nothing.

The process of administering these drugs into my port was easy to do, but it tacked on couple extra minutes in the morning and at night. I guess it just became a little thorn in my side because the process of setting up and unhooking TPN infusions is more involved so adding anything else is just annoying. Especially so when it is imperative that you use a new alcohol swab for 30 seconds between every step in the process. BUT avoiding infection is paramount so it helps no one to cut corners when sterilizing.

(FUN FACT: To anyone that has to do TPN or home infusions themselves, a fun trick that I was taught to know that you’ve swabbed enough is to hum the jeopardy song twice.)

Over time, not only did I feel run down but the antibiotics wrecked havoc on me. I experienced tremendous muscle aches, especially in my lower back which made it nearly impossible to get comfortable anywhere, even in bed (this is actually a listed side effect of Daptomycin).

Nausea, ooph. Despite my best efforts to control it with Zofran and Phenergan, I experienced waves of nausea and would vomit about 1-3 times a day. I need not go into more detail about what it did to my tummy so we’ll just say “not pleasant” and leave it there. Unfortunately, it virtually wiped out most of the progress I had made with eating. I still try but I often can’t get more than two bites down before they decide to come back up. My doctor’s (hopeful) goal is to get me off of TPN in the next 3 weeks or so. I feel like I’m starting at square one with eating but I am determined to be able to eat enough calories to no longer have to rely on TPN for nutrition and weight gain.

Beyond the expected side effects my abdomen has felt quite distended which is never comfortable. I’d normally jump to being nervous about another obstruction but despite being distended my belly is soft, I’m passing gas, and have “good bowel sounds” (noise in all four quadrants). So that’s promising. I can only guess that being off of chemo for two weeks has perhaps created some fluid or something pressing against my organs. I don’t know I’m not a doctor.

All I know is that I can’t escape my own body and the discomfort and fear that comes with it. Ask anyone with cancer and they will tell you that anything in the body that feels “just off” without explanation brings about a tremendous amount of stress.

Everything considered, I’ve felt pretty down this week. I have; however, done a better job of reaching out to some friends, family, and Cory to talk and let it out. I have a tendency to sit stoically alone with my thoughts until they bubble over. I found a lot of comfort this week and that has definitely helped to pick me back up and dust me off. Even Dr. Robison and I had a life talk and cried together during my last visit. (SIDENOTE FOR ANYONE LOOKING FOR THE RIGHT ONCOLOGIST: Find a human being that treats you like a human being and asks about your emotional wellbeing unprovoked. It goes a LONG way)

Bottom line, when you don’t feel well it sucks. When you don’t feel well for 3 1/2 years it sucks a lot more and eventually you feel like you’re running out of steam. I know that there were will another upswing in my future but the last few months of hit after hit have really knocked me down.

Heaven knows I need to be in a strong headspace because chemo started again yesterday. A funfilled SIX hour infusion. Normally Carboplatin and Taxol wouldn’t take that long but because I’ve had platinum based chemo in the past “your body remembers” and there is a greater likelihood of having an allergic reaction. Because of that they dripped the Carbo alone over a three hour span. Poor Cory. We ended up missing his annual work pool party because we didn’t expect the infusion to last that long. As always, he was great and stayed with me without complaint.

The next two weeks of chemo will be a breeze in comparison. Just taxol so I should be in and out of there in about 2-2 1/2 hours. Cake.

I really don’t want to end on any more Debbie Downer notes. I think it’s important to be honest when things are not okay and recently, they haven’t been great. It’s also important to highlight the moments when you’re able to get your head above water briefly and fill your heart with something that takes you outside of the looming, intrusive, thoughts of cancer.

My situation can improve and below are glimmers of proof:

 

Things that were pretty awesome this week:

1.) Last minute free tickets to see Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

I spent that entire day in bed that day so when I received a text saying we got on the guest list for my favorite band that night it took a giant pep-talk to myself to get out of bed and do something I know would fill my heart with joy. Granted, it was general admission and I had to lug the 10lb TPN bag on my back but despite being really tired I made it through and was SO happy I went. There is something so uplifting about Andrew’s music and the fact that he crowd surfed on a giant inflatable rubber ducky.

Oh and how fitting, he played ‘Swim’ the song he wrote about his own cancer struggle that simultaneously empowers me and makes me cry every time. Hence Cory, Sheila and I huddled together in the bottom right photo.

2.) Charlie Ruth!

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Auntie Jess got a visit from Katie and my little gummy bear. Hanging out with Katie is always the best but this is now amplified with squishy, sleepy, baby snuggles.

3.) Savoy Books

On a day I was feeling somewhat  okay (not clinging to the couch or porcelain throne at least) I ventured downtown to my new favorite happy place, Savoy Books. The store is two stories, floor to ceiling, of every genre imaginable. It has a small cafe and it’s warm, cozy, and just feels so welcoming. It’s a perfect place for when you’re not feeling well- quiet, air conditioned, and calm.

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I took my time there and read about 45 pages of the book I ultimately purchased: I’m just a person by Tig Notaro. Tig is a well known comedian and really gained notoriety when she got on stage for a set and announced in her opening line that she had cancer (mere days of learning of her diagnosis). The recording of that set went on to be grammy nominated.

I feel like Tig and I are living semi parallel lives (in some respects). She was plagued by a serious bacterial infection that almost killed her, diagnosed with cancer, and faced horribly tragedy all in the same year (2012). Sometimes I read her words and think, SHIT did I write that? Get out of my head Tig!

Here is a perfect depiction of the struggle of re-training your body to eat:

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Spot on Tig, spot on.

4.) Thunderstorms

I don’t have a picture but last night after an exhausting day Cory and I set up lawn chairs in our garage and decompressed while watching the pink lightning ignite the sky and take in the sounds of the rain and booming thunder as it neared closer. There is something oddly comforting to me about a thunderstorm so it was the perfect way to end our shit-sandwich of a day.

So that’s all for now. Updates will surely come and I hope that future posts will include more “I’m feeling good”, “I’m eating”, kind of stuff. For now, this is reality.

Chin up.

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12 thoughts on “Ups & downs of an antibiotic overkill

  1. I know that I may sound slightly biased…but Jessy you are truly my hero. So proud to be your Mama in this lifetime!❤️

  2. You absolute rip roaring, cancer fighting, super human, majestic unicorn. You inspire me beyond any limits I knew I could be inspired. Thank you for your honest words and I love you. Nate.

  3. Today I will not complain about anything ~ in honor of you and your realities! You are amazing, just writing about your experience has me in AWE!! You are a writer and I look forward to reading the book, when this is all done. Love and light, hugs and support from a distance!! xoxo

    • Jessica, dear, it will be your delight to share that you are, “feeling good!!!!” Thanks for sharing the, “Andrew Mcmahon” people ducky. You truly are a strong warrier!

  4. Hi, Jess! I think about you often. It’s amazing how you can meet someone one time and embrace them in your heart. As I mentioned several months ago, I was re-diagnosed with breast cancer several months ago. I was not devastated the way I was the first time (not sure why). I just had one surgery and radiation. My radiation oncologist suggested inserting a multi-pronged device in the open incision (the oncology surgeon left a pocket for placement of this device) so the radiation would only be received in the cancerous area (apparently if typical laser radiation was done, it would burn my lung and heart). So, I received 10 treatments (twice a day). The cancer center where I received treatment was 45 minutes away from my home/work so it was very draining. I completed the treatments. I felt like Frankenstein with this multi-pronged apparatus protruding from my left breast but it was a means to an end. I requested genetic testing because 2 of my sisters have also been diagnosed with breast cancer and I needed to know if there was a mutant gene in our genetic makeup. The results were positive . . . however, they do not know what the mutant gene is . . . I informed my sisters and we will be part of a future study. Part of the preventative care that is performed on a breast cancer patient of my age and pre-disposition is a colonoscopy. Just my luck, they found that I have diverticulitis! What else can happen??? So, I deal with abdominal discomfort, bloating, and a lack of appetite. Oh well, I have wanted to lose weight! This week I’ve felt down and a little sorry for myself. I tend to hold things in or compartmentalize my feelings but, I’m learning that its ok to cry and even feel down. I am learning to lean on my friends and actually talk to them about how I am feeling. The counselor has become the counseled! Thank you for being who you are . . . a warrior! I will continue to pray for you.

  5. Jess, your battle makes me feel like hugging you! Thank you for taking the time to share thIs with us. I know how hard you are trying to deal with all this, but in my book, you are a winner! Feel the healing power of my love❤️💖❤️

  6. Jess – your tenacity and ability to share your life with such amazing writing is a gift to your followers. Squishy baby hugs are the best and I’m glad you were able to see your favorite band. Life is made up of just such moments to be sure.

  7. Appreciate your honesty of downs and ups – Thank you -You are amazing Jess, as is Cory and your family and it sounds like your doctors and most people you know….love and healing in all the ups and downs and in betweens –

  8. Thank you for honestly sharing your journey. I’m so sorry for the downs you’re experiencing right now, but am hoping that the ups are coming in your near future!
    Your family/friends/boyfriend/nurses/doctors sound like an amazing team that supports you.
    So happy that they are always there for you.

  9. Jess, you are an amazing woman, and a seriously talented writer. Thank you for sharing your story– your wit and candor and strength seriously bowl me over. Good things are coming your way, girl. I know it. Hang in there xoxo

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