Bring on 2015!

I have mixed feelings about 2014.  It somehow managed to be my best and worst year all at once.  I'd pretty much like to take the little bundle of awesomeness that came out of it and run with him straight into the new year, leaving all of the other garbage behind!  Seriously, it was just NOT a good year, not only for myself, but pretty much everyone in the family, including our sweet puppy Charley!  Ok, he's pushing 10-years-old and has to eat the special "senior" dog food, but I will always, ALWAYS refer to him as a puppy.  Two sisters going through cancer treatment simultaneously, a brother-in-law enduring major heart surgery, and a mother-in-law who's had a dark cloud situated right above her head that she can't seem to shake.  It's not my story to tell, but please keep her in your prayers that she can finally have some good luck and good health come her way, as she could desperately use both.  We as a family have witnessed the amazing kindness of others (such as so many of you who are reading this!), but unfortunately we've dealt with a few grinches as well.  I guess that's just life.

I've completed 4 out of 12 Taxol treatments now, and it's continuing to go very well.  My labwork is usually great, just slightly anemic at times.  On the day of treatment, they give me Benadryl, which immediately knocks me out for a good hour at the hospital.  A few times, the drowsiness continued for the rest of the afternoon, and we realized that on those days I was given a double dose.  Turns out there was some confusion about how much the doctor prescribed, but they finally settled on the smallest dose since I seem to do okay on it.  The day after treatment, I usually feel wired as a side effect from steroids.  For example, today I woke up at 4am to feed Ben and have been up ever since, cleaning the house, writing monthly reports for work, running errands, writing this post, and just being super productive.  I'll probably crash before midnight and completely miss the NYE countdown.  Although, now that there's a baby in the house who demands to eat every 3 hours OR ELSE, there's a good chance I'll be awake whether I want to or not :)

Other Taxol side effects so far are mainly muscle/joint aches and pains that settle in 2-3 days after each treatment.  It almost feels like bruising in my neck, back, and shoulders, so a heating pad works wonders when I crawl into bed at night.  This will last for a couple days and then taper off, just in time for the next treatment.  I've felt slight tingling in my feet and hands, but that comes and goes.  Throw in some fatigue, some headaches, but nothing has been "unbearable".  A few times, I've lost my balance and fallen over while sitting or bending down on the floor, but that might just be straight up clumsiness :)

Ben had his 1-month checkup and did great!  He weighed in at 8lbs 4oz. which means he gained just over 2 pounds since birth.  He's currently in the 10-15th percentile for weight, but he started out in the 3rd percentile, so the doctor was happy to see that he's gradually climbing the chart.  We mentioned that Ben had been having some constipation issues, one time going about 53 hours without a bowel movement.  The doctor suggested giving him 1 ounce of water twice a day but didn't seem overly concerned about it.  I guess it becomes a bigger issue if it gets to the 72-hour mark.  He also said that if the water doesn't work, you can try mixing 1 ounce of water with 1 ounce of juice (apple, pear, or white grape). We started with just water and this seemed to do the trick over the course of the next few days.

After completing my 3rd Taxol treatment on 12/23, Jeremy and I made a last-minute decision to head to the Panhandle on Christmas Eve to visit his family.  Ben and I got the okay from our doctors, and were just told to steer clear of any snot-nosed kids or sick people who might spread germs, since both of our immune systems are puny.  Ben did great on the 6 hour drive and it was "super fun" to execute a diaper change in the back seat of the SUV in a McDonald's parking lot.  We gave the drive-thru customers quite a show.

Ready for a road trip!

Ba Da Bop Ba Ba, he's lovin' it.

Ben got his first taste of a "Southern" Christmas, as Jeremy's dad lives in a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere where everyone says "bless yer heart" and all of the other Southern cliches.  The nearest grocery store is almost 30 minutes away, there's no cell phone service, and each morning we wake to the sounds of roosters and distant gunshots from deer and duck hunters.  Their idea of "traffic" is if they see more than 2 cars on the two-lane stretch of road to and from "town" which is basically one traffic light and a Piggly Wiggly store.  But boy, his family knows how to cook some crazy delicious food!  All we do when we visit there is eat and then go into food comas.  It's so relaxing and I love every minute of it. 

Merry Christmas 2014!

Alarm cocks

Backyard view

Christmas morning nap

My two loves <3

Additional naps by the fire :)

Fishing Themed Christmas Tree in Appalachicola, FL

But of course, this visit was a little different because this time we brought Sweet Potato along to meet the rest of his extended family.  Unfortunately, Jeremy's grandfather has had failing health over the past year and recently moved into a nursing home.  He was just getting over a cold, so the decision was made that Ben and I shouldn't visit him, which was unfortunate because this was one of the main reasons we wanted to take the trip, so Ben could meet his great-grandfather (who also suffers from dementia). Jeremy ended up going to the nursing home and took along some pictures of Ben. We also brought a recordable story book, so all of the grandparents could record themselves reading a story to Ben.  I think this will be really special to have as Ben gets older.  I'm just bummed we couldn't get any pictures of the four generations together, as we don't get to visit there often and his grandparents don't travel.

Ben had some digestive troubles during the trip, which made things a bit stressful.  He hadn't had a bowel movement in over 48 hours, and the water alone didn't seem to be working.  At night, he seemed very uncomfortable and fussy, and the three of us were stuck in a tiny guest room trying to deal with it, which meant nobody slept much!  We wanted to try mixing the water with apple juice, but we didn't have any juice on hand and of course all stores were closed for Christmas.  So, we'd have to wait until the next day (not to mention drive almost an hour round-trip just to get to the store).  We contemplated driving home a day sooner than planned, but decided to wait it out.  We finally got our hands on some juice and crossed our fingers that it would work soon.  The next morning, about 45 minutes before we headed home...success.  Phew :)

Time to get ready for a NYE dinner date.  No need to do my hair though, so this shouldn't take long!  Happy New Year to everyone.  My only resolution for 2015 is to complete my mission of kicking cancer's ASS.  And then, I'd like to take a vacation to New Orleans because that's my happy place and we didn't get to go this year. Everyone's invited so start saving now :)

Baby's First Month (and Inductions are Dumb)

Here's a recap of Ben's birth story, for those interested.  I include a lot of details because perhaps there's someone reading this who's going through a similar situation and might want to know what the process is like.  However, I also realize that other readers (such as a random person from middle school who I haven't talked to in 15 years) might not be as interested in the details, so consider this my disclaimer and read at your own risk!  

I was scheduled for an induction on November 20th, exactly 1 month before my actual due date.  This date was selected by my treatment team as the optimal time where the baby would be developed enough to be delivered with minimal risks of complications, while also allowing me a brief recovery period so that I could get back on track with the next phase of chemo.  It had already been 3 weeks since my last chemo treatment, and my oncologist wanted me to start the next phase as soon as safely possible.  If I were to carry the baby full-term, too much time would elapse between chemo.  So, the induction date was set at about 35 weeks gestation.  We were told that it was a possibility, however, that Sweet Potato would have to go to the NICU for monitoring should any complications arise. 

A lot of people assume that a cancer diagnosis during pregnancy automatically means that you'll have to have a C-section.  However, this was not the case.  A C-section is considered major abdominal surgery, with various risks and a longer recovery time.  The biggest risk for me was infection, which would potentially delay the start of chemo.  If I were to have a natural delivery, I could start chemo within 1 week; for a C-section, I'd have to wait a minimum of 2 weeks, and possibly longer if there were any issues with the wound not healing properly.  Timing is everything.  My only fear was that I'd go through a long and drawn out induction, only to end up having a C-section...

So, on November 20th, Jeremy and I checked into the hospital at 5pm to start the induction process.  The plan was to begin with Cervadil, a medication intended to soften the cervix.  Before this could begin, however, I was hooked up to fetal heart-rate monitors to make sure Ben was cooperating.  Of course, he wasn't engaging in enough acrobatics to please my OB, so we were sent for yet another bio-physical profile (ultrasound).  And once again, he only passed 3 of the 4 criteria so the doctor switched to plan B.  Instead of starting with Cervadil, I began a low dose of Pitocin, an IV medication intended to jumpstart labor.  This was given to me overnight and I was encouraged to get some sleep (ha!)

The next morning, another bio-physical profile was conducted.  Jeremy and I are fairly certain that we could now qualify to work as ultrasound techs.  Beforehand, I was encouraged by the nurses to order the most sugary breakfast the hospital could provide, to ensure that Ben would wake the eff up for the test.  Toast+butter+jelly+yogurt+juice= success!  So, the nurses began increasing the Pitocin every 30 minutes or so.  Things were starting to get exciting and I finally began to feel some contractions!  My sister headed to the hospital to be my honorary photographer/labor encourager.  I told the rest of my family to sit tight, as I didn't want them all to make the trek to the hospital just to sit around and watch the clock. 

But alas, the Pitocin increases began to fizzle out, as they'll only continue increasing the dose based on how the contractions are progressing.  I forget exactly how they determine this, but for whatever reason, things were put on pause for a while and then completely turned off.  This was a weird feeling because as soon as they shut off the Pitocin, the contractions stopped.

Later that evening (about 24 hours into the induction), the doctor decided to revert back to the original plan and start the Cervadil.  This medication is inserted vaginally, which was not the most comfortable process as it took two nurses three attempts to get it right because apparently my cervix was hiding somewhere up near my intestines.  Hey, you were warned to read at your own risk but I assume we're all friends now.  Anyway, this med takes about 12 hours to take effect, so I was told once again to "get some sleep" and we'd check my progress in the morning.  I was then offered an Ambien, which I gladly accepted and finally got a decent night's rest.

The next morning, the nurse checked my progress and I was dilated (finally!) to about 1.5cm.  Not much, but the nurse seemed pleased and left the room to update my OB.  After a few minutes, however, she came back and said that the OB was hoping that I would've dilated more, and felt that it was time to move forward with a C-section.  She'd be on her way to the hospital in a few hours. 

Well, this was pretty much the one scenario that I was hoping to avoid: 40+ hours of being induced only to end up having surgery.  Every day counts, and I knew this would affect my chemo schedule.  But this baby's gotta get himself born somehow!

Phone calls were made to the family to head to the hospital and we visited for an hour or so before it was time to head to the OR.  Both of my OB's came in to talk briefly and I was relieved that they'd be working together.  If you recall, about halfway through my pregnancy and right when I got the cancer diagnosis, a new OB joined the practice and I was bummed that I basically got handed over to her, instead of the original OB whom I really like.  Jeremy was instructed to don a full-on spacesuit and mask and we walked together down the hall.  He was then told to wait outside with one of the nurses while I headed in to get prepped.  What a weird feeling to walk yourself into an operating room!  The room was freezing cold and 80's music was playing which was oddly comforting.  I immediately began shaking uncontrollably, mostly due to nerves and the start of apparent hypothermia (I never get cold!).  I was told that the spinal epidural will also cause the shakes, so my arms and teeth continued to chatter nonstop throughout the entire procedure.

The anesthesiologist sat directly to my right and talked me through each step of what was happening.  Once I got settled into place, a giant curtain was placed in front of me to block the action, and Jeremy was seated to my left.  Then both of my OB's came in and got right to work.  It was very much an out-of-body experience as I could hear them casually talking about Black Friday shopping while they cut me open.  Though I didn't feel any pain, there was slight pressure when they actually took the baby out.  They held him up so we could see him briefly and he let out some very healthy cries!   Music to our ears :)

The nurse called Jeremy over while Ben got inspected and I craned my neck to watch.  The nurse said that Jeremy could touch him, and I watched from afar as he gingerly held out his finger and Ben grabbed it right away.   I know, I know, it's a basic grasp reflex, but...swoon!   Jeremy cut the cord (which he hadn't planned on doing, so props to him for making a game time decision!) and before we knew it, I was stitched up and ready to be wheeled out. They placed Ben in my arms and off we went to the postpartum room.  No need for the NICU!

The next few days were a whirlwind of visitors and various nurses and staff coming in and out of the room at all hours.  All. Hours.  The pediatrician on call (who works in the same practice where we'll be taking Ben) checked on us every day, and was extremely caring.  He even put me in touch with a local mother who was also diagnosed with breast cancer during her pregnancy and now has a healthy 1-year-old.   She actually called me while I was still in the hospital, so we chatted for a bit and exchanged contact information.  Our situation was a bit unusual for a lot of the nursing staff, and at times nurses stopped in just to say hello who didn't even work with us directly.  Some nurses from the L&D unit came over when their shifts ended to check on us.  I can't say enough about how awesome all of the nurses and techs were.  

Recovery from a c-section is no joke.  I felt fine at first, but once the meds began to wear off, I learned that it's really hard to try getting in and out of bed without using any abdominal muscles!  I was stubborn about taking additional pain meds, but the nurses eventually sold me on the wonders of Percocet and I'm glad I finally listened to them.  

Ben was born on a Thursday, and by Friday evening my OB gave me the go-ahead to be discharged on Saturday morning.  I was excited to go home, but also apprehensive because I definitely wasn't feeling 100% and worried about how I'd get in and out of bed at home, not to mention up and down the stairs (we live in a townhouse).  The on-call pediatrician, a very grandfatherly-type, came to check on Ben Friday afternoon, and was surprised that I was being sent home so soon.  He suggested that we stay an extra night and take advantage of the nurse's help.  Deep down I knew that he was right, so we took his advice and extended our stay by another 24 hours.

Time has flown since bringing Ben home.  Tomorrow is his actual due date and he'll already be one month old!  It's been quite an adjustment, but we've had so much help from family and friends to make the transition easier.  I'm sure a lot of people wonder whether I'm able to breastfeed and the answer is no.  My milk never came in and since I'll be getting chemo for the next 3 months, it wouldn't be safe for consumption anyway.  I'm a little sad that I wasn't at least able to try, but in the grand scheme of things I'm just happy that Ben is here and in one piece and he is perfect.  And he wasn't born bald, or radioactive, or with 3 eyes like some people may have secretly worried ;)

Napping in the family cradle, which has been passed around our family since 1967.

First visit to the pediatrician.

First bath (nailed it).

Baby burrito!

First Thanksgiving, 1 week old.

Our sweet little doll.

Brotherly Love

Getting Back on the Chemo Train

On December 9th, I started chemo again, and will be going every Tuesday for 12 consecutive weeks (as of this writing, I've already completed 2 rounds, yay!).  The new drug is Paclitaxel, AKA Taxol.   Possible side effects include: neuropathy (numbness/tingling) in hands and feet that gets progressively worse with each treatment, mouth sores, acid reflux, fatigue, nausea/vomiting, hair loss, joint/muscle pain, low blood count, and loosening of the nailbeds.  Fun stuff!

Before Taxol is administered, I have labs drawn to make sure my blood counts are good. Then, a series of "pre-chemo" drugs are given through the IV, to counteract some of the side effects.  So, my current line-up includes: Benadryl (to prevent allergic reaction), steroids to keep my immune system afloat, Pepcid (for acid reflux/indigestion), and Zofran (for nausea).  The entire process takes about 4 hours from start to finish.  

In a weird way, I'm happy to finally be getting chemo again (or as I now call it, my "day at the spa"), after about a 6-week break. Going that long without actively doing anything to address the cancer was starting to make me nervous.  Now that Ben is here and healthy, I want to bring out the big guns and do everything I can to fight this!  

I'm in a Facebook group for women facing cancer during pregnancy, and while it's an awesome support network with some really incredible women, it's also served as a reminder of the truly awful realities that other families have gone through.  There are women, young women, who have passed away within a few months of having their children because their cancer had spread and nothing else could be done.  It was just too late.  It is absolutely heartbreaking and my mind can't help but wander to places where I don't want it to go. And because I've yet to have any scans to determine whether the cancer has spread, there are a lot of unknowns.  So for now, I just have to trust that my doctors have set me up on a treatment plan that's working, and that there's a light at the end of this shitty tunnel.  Not going to lie, though, it's tiring and sometimes I wish I could just take a time-out for a few minutes and feel "normal" again.

Our Wedding, December 2007.

Chemo "lunch date" on our 7th anniversary=not normal.

Appreciation

Since being diagnosed in July, there have been so many people who've helped us in ways big and small.  Family, friends, neighbors, co-workers, complete strangers.  We've had meals delivered on nights when the last thing I wanted to do is cook dinner, let alone go grocery shopping.  We've been able to have our house cleaned every month, thanks to Jeremy's co-workers pooling their money together (and it's no secret that teachers don't typically have a lot of excess money to pool).  We're lucky to have family members that live a few minutes away that can watch Ben every week while I'm at chemo.  I'm lucky that somehow one year ago I had the foresight to purchase a good insurance plan.  My monthly premium ain't cheap, but boy I've made good use out of it this year.  

It's astonishing how quickly people are willing to jump in and do whatever they can to give us one less thing to worry about.  It's something I give thanks for every day.  At times, Jeremy and I will just look at each other and not even know what to say because we're both so speechless that people can be so incredibly generous.  Case-in-point:  this morning we opened our front door to see a jar full of money with a card attached.  It was left by an anonymous family who wrote that each year they teach their children to save up their spare change, to give to someone in need at the end of the year.  This year, they chose to give it to us.  To that family:  I don't know if you read this blog, but if you do...thank you.  

My sister has a lot to be thankful for as well.  She completed her chemo regimen and recently had surgery to remove her tumor.  Surgery was a success and the margins were clear with no evidence that the cancer spread to her lymph nodes.  Next, she'll be having radiation, and her doctor is very optimistic that she's on the road to remission.  Fingers crossed that this good news continues for her!

Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read this.  And thank you for the continued support and prayers.  

Hi, my name is Ben.

On Thursday, November 20th, 2014 at 1:14pm, Benjamin David arrived. He weighed in at 6lbs.2oz, was 18 inches long, and immediately demonstrated a very healthy set of lungs. Despite being almost 5 weeks premature, he had zero complications and didn't have to go to the NICU.  We are so happy with how things turned out!  Ben had no choice but to fight his way to be here and Jeremy and I couldn't be more proud of him.

Welcome to the world, Sweet Potato.

I'll post more details about his birth story later, as well as the status of my cancer treatments (in a nutshell, I'm on a break from chemo to allow a few weeks recovery from the c-section).  For now, here are some pictures from Ben's first few days as an official member of our family :)

We have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.  Hope everyone gets to enjoy the holiday surrounded by people they love!

Induction Day is Here!

I'm 35 and 1/2 weeks today and scheduled to start the induction process at 5pm, which means today is full of anticipation!  We're so excited to meet Benjamin but can't believe the big moment is finally approaching.  Here's what's been going on over the past few weeks:

The nursery is just about finished...

...all that's missing is Sweet Potato!

All things considered, life has been pretty uneventful lately (at least for our new normal). After my last AC chemo on 10/28, I started to feel sick on Halloween and that following weekend.  It was relatively short-lived, however, and I went back to work the next week. I continued to have doctor's appointments pretty much daily, sometimes twice per day. My post-chemo labwork was good and the induction date was confirmed, exactly 3 weeks following my last chemo, at the point when I should be feeling my strongest/healthiest. The plan is to try and have a normal delivery, because recovery time will be shorter and I can then start the next rounds of chemo as soon as possible (i.e. possibly less than 1 week after I deliver).  If I end up with a c-section, the chemo might be delayed a few days to allow for recovery.  

I've been told that most people tolerate the new chemo drug (Taxol) better than my previous cocktail.  The primary side effects are: fatigue, joint/muscle pain, low blood counts, hair loss, neuropathy (numbness of hands and feet), and some people have allergic reactions upon getting the first dose.  However, I've seen that many women who have been treated for cancer during pregnancy actually report that Taxol hit them a lot harder than they expected.  So basically, things can go either way.  I'll be having 12 weekly treatments over the course of the next 3 months.  I'm sad that this might affect bonding with the baby, as I'll have to leave him every week for treatment, and then possibly deal with the side effects as the week goes on.  I'm not able to breastfeed due to the chemo (not to mention only being able to operate at 50% capacity in the first place...).  I'm just hoping to push through and am SO THANKFUL that we have a great support group nearby who are ready and waiting to help us get through any rough patches :)

On 11/6, I went to my OB for another non-stress test, the 2nd one that week.  I went by myself, and the nurse set me up on the monitors and said she'd check me in about 20 minutes.  After what felt like at least 40 minutes, she finally returned and said the doctor was finishing up with another patient and would be in shortly.  Another 15 minutes went by and I was starting to get restless!  My appointment was right before lunchtime and the hallway started to sound pretty quiet, so I was convinced they forgot about me.  I started clearing my throat and readjusting my position, so the crinkly paper they put on the exam table would make some noise to get their attention.  The room was hot and pregnant ladies don't deal with heat!  Finally, the doctor came in, looked at the data from the monitors, and said she didn't see the baby's heart rate accelerate enough times.  She wanted to send me for a bio-physical profile (a special kind of ultrasound test).  Since they don't do these in their office, she told me to head to the hospital so I could have it done there.  Not what I wanted to hear, as I was planning to work in the afternoon.

I sent my husband an "it's not an emergency, but..."  text and he called back after a few minutes.  We debated whether it'd be worth it for him to leave work (as a teacher, he can't exactly just drop everything and run).  I told him it was no big deal and he could just meet me at the hospital later that afternoon.  But, he didn't want me to go by myself, so he made arrangements to have someone take over his class.  Sidenote: his entire school has been so amazing throughout this journey.  He's been coming home with meals made by teachers or PTA members 3 times a week, his team of coworkers have helped carry the weight of the 1,000 some-odd tasks that teachers are expected to attend to every day, and his administrators have been very understanding.  He has this huge team rooting for us, and I've never even met the majority of them.  Saying "thanks" just doesn't seem like enough.

We headed to the hospital's labor and delivery unit and a nurse set me up on some monitors again.  The non-stress test here is so much easier.  You don't need to press the Jeopardy button every time you feel movement, you can just lay there and let the monitor...monitor.  Much more relaxing this way!  Ben's heart rate looked great and she observed several accelerations in a matter of minutes.  Gee, wish he would've showed off like this an hour ago!  Next, a technician came in to do the ultrasound.  For a bio-physical profile, the tech has 30 minutes to observe four specific behaviors:  heart rate, muscle tone/movement, breathing, and amniotic fluid.  For each behavior that's observed, the baby gets 2 "points".  Ben quickly earned 6 points for heart rate, movement, and fluid levels.  The final behavior that he needed to demonstrate was breathing.  Since babies don't actually breathe in the womb, they just practice how to do it.  Then, when they're born, their muscle memory kicks in and they'll know what to do.  In order to earn his final 2 points, he needed to practice this for at least 60 seconds.  So we all stared at the screen waiting to see the very subtle up/down motion of his chest.  He did this several times, but the duration wasn't long enough for him to earn points.  So, Jeremy and I were left waiting while the tech reported back to my OB to see what she wanted me to do next.  

The monitor of truth.

One of many non-stress tests.  Hooray for Skittles!

Lo and behold, the OB wanted to admit me overnight, so I could stay hooked up to monitors and re-take the biophysical profile in the morning.  Totally wasn't expecting this to turn into such a big deal, so needless to say I was a cranky patient.  My main complaint about having so many doctors on my treatment team is that sometimes they don't communicate with each other.  Several times my OB has said things like, "I left a message with him" (meaning the MFM specialist, who happens to be FEMALE).  I really trust the maternal fetal medicine specialist, because she's dealt with pregnant cancer patients before (unlike my OB).  If the MFM isn't worried about something,  then I don't worry about it either.   My OB on the other hand, is overly cautious, and I just wish she consulted with the MFM before sending me for excessive tests, monitoring, etc.  While of course it's been nice that we get to keep a closer eye on the baby,  it does cause added stress,  which is something I'm trying to minimize with everything else that's already on my plate.  Not to mention I had to cancel a bunch of work appointments (translation: loss of wages) and cough up more co-pays for the hospital stay...we try to put the financial aspects of all this aside for the time being, but it does get annoying to feel like we're paying for things unnecessarily.  Even several of the nurses directly asked us, "so...why are you being kept overnight?"

Ok, rant over.  My parents were able to go to our house to pack us a few things, and take care of Charley.  And then Jeremy and I basically just tossed and turned until the next morning because sleeping in a hospital usually sucks!  At around 3am I awoke to the sounds of the woman in the next room giving birth, which was initially so terrifying that I considered tearing off my monitors and making a run for it; but a few moments later I heard a baby crying and was reminded that the end result is well worth it. 

The next morning we got ready for the ultrasound and I was told to drink juice and eat a good breakfast to ensure an active baby.  Challenge accepted!  I strategically waited until just before the ultrasound to down a cup of orange juice and eat some toast covered in jelly.  Then all we could do is cross our fingers and hope that Ben cooperated!  Sure enough, he did, though the breathing behavior was again the last thing we waited to see. After that, it was back to the room to wait and be discharged.  

But wait!  We had to get permission from the OB in order to leave, who happened to be down the hall doing a delivery.  So again we waited, and waited....and finally she came in, only to tell me that she wanted me to get hooked up to the heart-rate monitors again and then contact the MFM specialist, as she thought it would be best for the specialist to determine whether or not I could leave.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME!  She certainly didn't ask for the specialist's opinions when it came to admitting me in the first place.  She then proceeded to lecture me that because this is a high risk pregnancy, we're keeping a closer eye on things.  She also referenced my "issues" with high blood pressure and gestational diabetes, both of which are complete non-issues.  My blood pressure has been great throughout, and the only time my glucose has spiked is after getting doped up on steroids during chemo, which is one of the side effects.  It returns to normal once the steroids are out of my system.  I began to wonder if she even knew which patient she was talking to or if I needed to school her on the effects of drug interactions?    

Thankfully, the specialist called back right away and said that I could leave.  So we high-tailed it out of there as quickly as possible before anyone could change their minds.

My frenzy of appointments died down for a few days, allowing us to tie up loose ends and make sure the house is ready for Sweet Potato!  Jeremy also started his leave from work, which means we'll both be off from now until January (well, mostly off at least).  He's also been scrambling to finish up a huge project for his graduate course so we can finally just concentrate on becoming a family of 3 (well, 4...if Charley is reading this.  He's a very intelligent dog, afterall).  

He loves to help open gifts/bask in the tissue paper :)

In the past two days leading up to the induction, the MFM suggested that I get steroid shots, to help give Ben's lung development a quick boost.  While this is more beneficial when given to babies delivered at younger gestational ages, she explained that in my case, it might not make a huge difference, but it's not going to hurt either (aside from temporarily making my blood sugar increase).  I've pretty much "graduated" from her care at this point, which was bittersweet because she's a fantastic doctor.  She provided me with her personal cell phone and email, to keep in touch.  I'm so happy that Ben had such a caring person to look out for him as he continued to grow.  And grow he has!  The last weight estimate at 34 and 1/2 weeks put him at 5lbs 9oz, which is right in the 47th percentile. It'll be interesting to see how accurate the estimate is (and it won't be too much longer until we find out!)

Thank you again to everyone who takes the time to read this, and thank you for the continued prayers that are sent our way.  We feel the love.

The Countdown to Baby Begins!

lil' pumpkin for the Pumpkin :)

I've spent the past few weeks working a little bit, while balancing an increasing number of doctor appointments.  We're approaching my last AC chemo treatment and are beginning to pinpoint the safest timeframe to schedule Sweet Potato's induction at around 35-36 weeks gestation.  

Some people have wondered why I have to be induced.  Basically, my treatment team would like me to move to the next step of treatment as soon as possible, which involves 12 weekly rounds of Taxol, a chemo drug that is unsafe for baby.  Chemo is more effective when it's administered consistently and in a cumulative manner.  If we waited until I was full-term, too much time would lapse between treatments, which is no bueno.  Not to mention, my cancer is stage 3 and pretty f***ing aggressive, so we need to keep this train moving so I can get on with living!

Therefore, I'll be induced on November 18th, allow some time for recovery, and then immediately start the Taxol.  Babies born at this gestational age tend to do fairly well, and though there's a possibility that he might spend a day or two in the NICU, it's just as likely that he won't need to go there at all.  The plan is to have a normal delivery, though obviously a c-section will be the back-up plan if there are any complications.  

Here are some highlights from the past couple weeks:

10/20/14:  Today Jeremy had the day off, so I tagged along with him to his appointment with our primary care physician.  He wanted to get a flu and T-dap shot, which are recommended for anyone planning to be around infants in the near future.  It was weird to not be the patient for once!  Due to chemo, I'm not able to get these vaccines until I get clearance from my oncologist.  Last time Jeremy was here, he passed out like a sack of potatoes after they did bloodwork, so today the doctor and his office staff didn't hesitate to jokingly remind him about it.  He's kind of a legend there now.  Our doctor also provided a good recommendation for a local pediatrician, where he personally takes his own children.  Lately we've been so concerned just managing our day to day lives that we haven't given as much thought to all of the things that need to be done once the baby is actually here.  We gotta get into parenting mode, quick...

About an hour later, we headed to another appointment, this time my OB.  They set me up for something called a non-stress test.  This is a simple procedure that's used to monitor the baby's movements and heart-rate.  It's called a "non-stress" test because it doesn't bother the baby at all.  But I have to say that it was a little stressful for me!  First, they place a monitor on your belly to listen to baby's heartbeat, and another monitor to check if you're having contractions.  Then, they give you a hand-held clicker (like the buzzers on Jeopardy) and instruct you to press the button every single time you feel the baby move. Ideally, baby's heart-rate should accelerate with each movement, which would indicate that they're getting enough oxygen.   The nurse leaves the room for twenty minutes or so and the pressure is on! With every little movement, I had to decide...was that the baby moving, or just my stomach growling?  At times, Jeremy would try to talk to me and was quickly shushed.  If this was a test, me and the baby were going to get an A+, dammit! After 20 minutes, the doctor came in and reviewed the data. She was able to see a few accelerations of the heart-rate that correlated with when I pressed the button, and was satisfied with the results. I'll be getting this test done twice per week from now on, to ensure that things continue to go smoothly.

10/21/14:  I had a call from the OB's office, saying that they'd like me to start checking my blood pressure daily.  They also sent in a script for a 24-hour urine test, which detects if there are elevated proteins that indicate blood pressure problems. Apparently, my blood pressure was slightly elevated when she checked it yesterday, so she decided to take a few extra precautions to make sure I'm not developing preeclampsia (simply put-high blood pressure during pregnancy).  Not sure why all of this was brought up after the fact and not during my office visit?  Guess my bodily fluids are in high demand these days. 

The next issue was trying to figure out when I could feasibly take this test.  You basically have to fill a jug with your urine every single time you go, for 24 consecutive hours.  It has to stay refrigerated.  It has to be dropped off at the lab as soon as the 24 hours are up.  You then have to stay at the lab for complete bloodwork.  Looking at my parade of appointments over the next week, not to mention the weekend, when the lab is closed, there weren't any days where I could take this test.  And with another chemo coming up soon, I wondered if those medications would alter the results of the test.  So many variables to consider, it makes my head spin.

10/22/14:  Today was another ultrasound with the maternal-fetal-medicine specialist. Jeremy and my dad came along this time, who had never seen an ultrasound before.  He spent most of the day in anxious anticipation (love you, dad!).  The ultrasound was great and we got good news all around from the doctor.  Currently, baby's weight is estimated to be about 4lbs, which is right in the average range.  We also discussed my glucose screening results from a few weeks ago. Instead of sending me for a 3-hour test, she suggested that I simply start checking my sugars at home 4 times per day.  Though this might seem more inconvenient than a one-time test, I feel more comfortable tracking things this way, so she wrote a script for a home testing kit.  She's curious to see how the chemo drugs and steroid medications will affect my sugar; she hypothesized that my sugars will increase, so she's kind of using me as a guinea pig to see if this will be the case.

10/25/14:  All of this testing business was put aside for the weekend, as it was time for our baby shower!  My mom, mother-in-law, sister, and brother all worked together to create a really special day for Jeremy and I.  Words can't express how bittersweet it was that so many people took time from their busy lives (and drove from near and far...and some from very, very far) to show their support and love for us. It was a rollercoaster of emotions as we celebrated one of the happiest times in our life, in conjunction with the biggest challenge we've ever faced.  Our baby boy has absolutely everything he needs, and already knows how much he is loved.  To those of you who were able to share this special day with us...thank you.  And thanks to the many of you who were there in spirit <3

10/28/14:  I got the all-clear to go ahead with my 4th chemo treatment, yay!  This will be the last one for Sweet Potato to endure.  I'm so proud of him for staying strong and going through this with me.  I truly believe that somehow we've managed to protect each other from all of the crazy things that chemo can do to you.  Side effects haven't been nearly as rough as I expected them to be and though a part of me keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, overall I feel very lucky.

Hooray for baby's last chemo!

My view for the day.

My most favoritest nurse accessed my port with ease (seriously, she is the best).  I casually asked if she'd be working on Friday (Halloween...good times), when I come back for IV fluids, as that's when I tend to run into issues with the port.  She said she'd be there, and we had a silent wink-wink understanding that she'd be the one to access my port again, which was a big relief.  The next 6 hours passed with minimal drama and I headed home feeling super sleepy.  Thanks mom for coming along with me :)

My blood pressure has been perfect since I started tracking it about a week ago, usually averaging around 115/76.  And so far, my sugars have been on track as well (once I figured out how to correctly use the testing kit).  Ain't nobody got time for gestational diabetes! However, now that I've just completed a chemo treatment, the levels are expected to fluctuate for a couple days.

When I got home from chemo, I was greeted with a very special note...

So there you have it.  "Sweet Potato" officially has a name.  Benjamin David, we are counting down the days to finally meet you.

Keep Calm (and try not to pass out)

Over the weekend before my 3rd chemo, Jeremy and I signed up for a group tour of the Labor & Delivery unit at the hospital where we'll finally meet our Sweet Potato!  We made it a "date day" by going to lunch and a movie before the tour, which was on Sunday afternoon.  The official guide called in sick that day, so we had a haphazard tour by a nurse who essentially read notes from a piece of paper at lightning speed.  In any case, it was nice to get a sneak peak at the rooms and familiarize ourselves with the whole process.  I've heard great things about the unit (which is at the same hospital where I go for chemo), so despite the underwhelming tour, I'm still excited and optimistic that we'll have a great experience there.

That evening, I started to feel a little sick, and woke up in the middle of the night with what I'll vaguely describe as "gastrointestinal issues."  I was also nauseous and just generally not feeling like myself.  I had an appointment with my oncologist that Monday morning (10/6), so I let him know about my symptoms.  But, he didn't seem too concerned, as I didn't have a fever.  He suggested that perhaps I was getting a little nervous, since it was the day before my next chemo.  I had labwork done and went home to rest for a few hours before my second appointment of the day at the OB.

That afternoon, I had my monthly prenatal exam.  I'm 30 weeks now and the belly is really starting to show itself!  My mom came along and got to hold the doppler to find baby's heartbeat, which is always music to my ears.  I learned the results of the glucose screening test that I took the week before.  Most tests have a cut-off of 140, meaning that in order to pass, your results have to be less than 140.  But for whatever reason, the test I took has a cut-off of 135.  My score?  137.  So, that meant I "failed" by TWO POINTS!  Not what I wanted to hear, as this basically means more bloodwork, and more trying to figure out when I'm feeling "well" enough to go and take the test.  I'm irritated that by most standards, I was within the normal range!  The 3-hour test involves fasting and then getting blood drawn every hour, for 3 hours.  Most people will switch arms for each draw, to give their veins a break.  But, I'm only able to have blood drawn from one side, so this is another concern that makes me incredibly not-excited to take the test. Scar tissue is already starting to develop around the veins in my "good" arm, due to all of the labwork. Ew.

Needless to say, I left the OB appointment feeling a little annoyed.  I also still felt sick and just wanted to go home and try to sleep it off.  I laid down around 4pm, and was down for the count.  I continued with the stomach issues, nausea, and now had a headache and fever that was creeping up.  Jeremy monitored it every hour, as I'm supposed to contact the oncologist if it reaches 100.4 (this would be a sign of a developing infection, which would be bad news the day before chemo).  Luckily, it only reached 100.1 and then began to taper off.  I continued my marathon sleep session and hoped that I'd feel better in the morning, because if not, the chemo treatment would probably have to be delayed.

Charley, my napping buddy <3

I felt substantially better on Tuesday morning, and was able to go ahead with treatment as planned.   My vitals were good, though the nurse noted that my pulse was high, around 123.  This time my dad got initiated into the "chemo club" and I must say that I'm very proud of him!  Not many dads have to deal with two daughters simultaneously going through cancer treatment, and I'm lucky my parents live nearby and are ready and willing to help out any way they can. We settled in for our 6-hour session and earned a Starbucks on the way home.

For the next two days I felt pretty good, all things considered (this is likely due to the steroid pill that I take on the two mornings following each chemo).  On those days, I am pretty much a hermit and don't leave the house.  On Friday (10/10), my dad took me back to the hospital for IV fluids.  The nurse had a hard time accessing my port again, which has happened one other time when I came in for fluids.  She could insert the needle just fine, but couldn't get a blood return.  Two more nurses were called over to troubleshoot, as well as a student nurse who was there to observe.  Because the port is located between my armpit/neck, the nurses have to lean in really close to get the job done. So, a tiny room with four nurses in my face, plus my poor dad who was just trying to stay out of their way...I quickly started to feel lightheaded and sweaty.  I asked for some water and then said I felt like I might vomit.  I commend the student nurse who did a stellar job fetching me a barf bag.  Everyone started moving slowly and their voices became very faint and that's when I realized that I was about to pass out!  Thankfully the nurses also realized what was happening and were able to intervene to keep things from getting to that point.  They theorized that maybe the reason they're having trouble with the port is because I was dehydrated.  Despite drinking a ton of water, I should probably drink even more, because afterall, I'm sharing it with the baby :)  So, I ended up with a regular IV, and was given some breathing room.  Kudos to my dad for keeping calm, cool, and collected!  I'm glad I could provide some entertainment for everyone.

After a few hours on the IV drip, it was time to go home.  But, I heard some chatter near the nurse's station about how they couldn't let me go home until they messed with the port again.  Apparently, they needed to flush it out with Heparin, a drug used to prevent blood clots.  They couldn't send me home without doing this.  I also heard mention of trying it with the "long needle."  My dad and I looked at each other wide-eyed and I yelled to the nurse that a short needle would work just fine!  Luckily, my favorite nurse took the lead this time; she has a way of calmly explaining what she's doing and I feel much more comfortable when she does it.  And finally, SUCCESS!  I should add a disclaimer that having a port is actually a good thing.  Most of the time, it works like a charm and is essentially pain-free.  I don't want to unintentionally scare anyone who might be getting a port...they really are great :)

My brother-in-law had a little setback right around this time.  It's been over two months since his open heart surgery, and he'd just been given the all-clear to return to work when he experienced some weird feelings in his chest.  He went to the ER and ended up being admitted overnight.  After a bunch of tests they were able to pinpoint that nothing major was wrong, but rather an issue that could be addressed with a medication adjustment. We were worried about him but are happy that everything is ok and he's back home!  My sister has her 5th chemo tomorrow...so please take a moment and send some good thoughts her way. She's on the home stretch now!