2014 November 16 - A Dream or Another Life (Lotsa Update)

Hi again,

I suppose it'll soon be time to stop sending updates this way. That we'll all go on somehow and this time will start to fade. That's what people tell me. I'm thinking about other ways to keep writing about this experience, because I don't think I'll be through it for a long, long time, but eventually the Lotsa website updates will stop. I'll keep you posted.

For now though, I thought you might like to know how things have been going. A couple of updates ago, before I had my good-news test results, I wrote that my counselor at the cancer center had warned me that the period immediately following treatment, following the all-clear, can be very difficult for some. I also wrote about feeling like this tiny creature on a endless shore watching the tidal wave of regular life coming to take me down. This did not look like a surf-able wave. When it hit, it didn't feel like one either. I've been on my knees gasping for a couple of weeks now. It's been rough.

There is a sense that I should be celebrating (and special thanks to those of you who have felt the excitement for me when I couldn't), but what I think I've actually been doing is feeling the enormity of emotional response, emotional trauma, that I had to hold at bay while I went through treatment. During those months, I just had to take the next step and then the next and next until I made it out. I think it'll be a while before I really catch my breath.

As of this weekend, my pets are home.

That sentence has to stand alone; it feels like it means something bigger than the simple reality that the amazing people (Wendy & Johnny and Jen T) who took such good care of them have passed Elgin and Leo back to me. It's hard to explain how normalizing their presence in my apartment is. I feel in a time warp. Today is a snowy Sunday spent with my pets. It's like I've jumped back to last winter/spring, like the summer was a dream or another life. Whoa, I just realized that this whole thing began with a trip to the ER on May 17th... Tomorrow is November 17th. Six months. I'm not going to add an "(only)" before that, but I see the ghost of it.

Tomorrow I return to work on campus.

Another stand-alone sentence. I've been working part time from home since just after my second chemo, and I'm only cleared to work reduced hours until I get more strength back, but still, this is back in my office. Regular. Normal.

For some reason, the Wizard of Oz movie has come to mind over and over through the course of this time - different characters and scenes. Here's where I am now. Remember when Dorothy is imprisoned by the Wicked Witch and Judy Garland is on screen, all tear-stained and helpless? "I'm frightened, Auntie Em. I'm frightened!" And then... The serenity on Dorothy's face when she realizes how to get home? When she closes her eyes and starts clicking her heels together. She knows she's ok then. She knows that all will be well. I am both of those Dorothys right now. Caught somewhere in the middle.

I just tried to write a paragraph ending this chain of updates and thanking you, but I can't do it yet. Knowing you're there, even quietly and at a distance still means too much. Through all of this, I've pictured you as this stunning small crowd of people who've got my back. I guess I want to keep that image for a while longer. I hope you don't mind. I think I still need you.

Love and more love,

Sara

2014 August 24 - This Wistful Okie Self (Lotsa Update)

Hey there,

Well, it's been a pretty good week! I worked from home and got a lot of catching up done. On Thursday, I even made it to part of the College's fall kick-off meeting. It was such a relief to see so many kind, genuinely caring coworkers/friends. I was thrilled to be there.

Fridays have become a source of major anxiety as that's the day I go for bloodwork. (I've always been more antsy than most people when it comes to things like this, but all the trouble I've had with the ports has not helped.) Things went smoothly this week and it looks like both the incision from the old port (that had to be removed) and the new port are healing up ok. The best part was the reward afterward...

You all know that I grew up in Oklahoma, mostly in the suburbs, but my best childhood friend, Amber, lived more rurally and when we were about 12 (I think?), Amber got a horse. I was never a very confident rider, but something about all those days of riding the horse, sitting around while Amber did all the horse-care things, playing Little House on the Prairie, stuck with me because, a couple of years ago, I was writing and stumbled into all of these memories of life as a country girl. I woke this wistful Okie self. Before my diagnosis, when I thought I was having a surgery with a 4-week recovery time, I was texting with my brother, Jason, and said, "When this is all over, I am so going horseback riding." During my convalescence, I've been thinking more and more about that and craving just to be around some horses. Well, what did Shawnessey do? She found an equine therapy center in Wildwood that said we were welcome to visit. So, after my bloodwork on Friday, we went for a drive and spent a couple of hours hanging out with Florian and Magic and Brady and Hero (a picture is in the Lotsa site's photo gallery). I'm not near being able to ride, but we petted and brushed, and talked to them. It wasn't like a movie, where everything changed the moment my visit-a-horse fantasy [came true], but I do think I'll go back. After the horses were returned to their pastures, [Shawnessey and I] found a shady spot and sat for a while watching an empty, sprawling field and listening to the buzzing of the bugs in the trees.

The Saturday after my last treatment, I was so miserable. You know that sort of visceral, child-like place you get to when you've cried too much, and you just start saying things that come from a place you didn't know existed? Well, I was there and what I said to my Auntie Meg was, "I just keep thinking I want to go home, but I am already home. It doesn't make sense." It was seriously distressing that there was this call from some deep place and I couldn't understand it. Sitting under that tree, with that pasture stretching out in front of me and the heat and the trees and the bug noises, I had the feeling that this is home. Maybe this is what I'd been longing for in that terrible moment almost two weeks before. But, what is the this? Is it the actual landscape of my childhood - big green fields with horses nearby? Or something that the childhood landscape represents - perhaps a time when it still seemed like adulthood would bring freedom, when growing up meant realizing a dream? Maybe the home I was looking for was actually just hope for something better.

I guess all of this comes back to the first question that presented itself in flashing neon when I realized that treating cancer had taken over my life: all else aside, who am I and how do I choose to go on? That, I think, is where the hope comes in. It's sort of impossible to go on without it.

In the last few days, I've felt more acutely how the world keeps moving, moving, moving even when I feel like all my strength gets sucked up just trying to stand still and be.

There is a jumble of other things I could say, but for tonight this is enough. The takeaway: horses and lunches with friends and small revelations are all reasons to keep on keepin' on. And then there is you. Thank you thank you thank you for being here to listen and help and send good vibes and pray. It matters.

More soon...

Love,

Sara

PS. Thank you to everyone who tried to help find Elgin a new foster home! In the end, she is going to stay put with the family she already knows and loves.

2014 August 16 - As True as the Pain (Lotsa Update)

Hey there,

I understand that maybe my last post had some people a little worried. I'm here to let you know that as true as the pain in that post was, it's just as true that this week has been pretty ok. And ok is ok.

By Monday, my mental state was quite a bit better and on Wednesday evening, I felt physically well enough to get myself out of the house for a little trip to Target. Later in the week, I was out and about for doctor appointments and small errands, and even made it to UMSL for a couple of hours to meet with Jean and a few coworkers. Today saw an old-style (meaning pre-cancer-Sara) brunch with "the gals" at Home (in Maplewood - you should go there!), followed by a visit from Angela and Leeli. (Berries and brownies and pastries, oh my!)

While the week had all those good spots, I've also been blown away by tiredness. Like, seriously, I can't get up the gumption to take out the garbage? Nope. (Don't worry, I plan to ask for some help tomorrow. It's gotta go out.) Really, getting in bed at 5pm (even though I won't be able to actually sleep till after midnight)? Yep. I overdid it a bit on errands and aggravated all the healing-in-progress with the old port site and the new one. It's been two weeks since those surgeries and there is still occasional bleeding, which is stressing me out. Who doesn't want to have to go back to the hospital/doctor for these ports again? This girl. Ugh.

Man, I didn't mean for this to turn into another downer update! This is all just really hard and that's the honest-to-goodness truth. When I have the mental capacity, I do try to look for the good parts and appreciate them, to see the bright spots. Brownies and milk, hearing Finn and Nate laugh and play in the background while I'm talking on the phone to Alexis, walking into the Touhill, sitting under a tree for hours at Fozzie's. Figuring out how to manage each day is the game right now and I guess those bright spots make me think I'm figuring it out ok.

Are you interested in some deep-thoughts rambling? During an email exchange earlier in the week, a friend asked me, "So, what does the aftermath of chemo feel like? I've never talked to somebody who's done it." I haven't responded, so he probably thinks I'm ignoring the email, but really, the question flummoxed me and has been floating around in my head for days. What does it feel like? I'm not going to answer here because, frankly, you guys got a good taste of what it feels like for me in that last post. It feels like the end of everything good. But, as I've thought about that question all week, what I've come to is this: the intensity of the experience of "aftermath" slips away slowly, shifts into these kind of shadow memories, and then I put them away because I'm gonna have to go through it again, and how could I if everything stayed fresh? So, maybe the important part of what thinking about that question brought up for me is what the wise people talk about - living in the moment. Aftermath of chemo moments suck. Like, really suck a lot. But once they're slipping away, maybe the point is to be in the moments that suck less, and then even less, and then eventually move to the ones that are ok, and then kind of good, and maybe eventually (heavens, please) there will be some that make it closer to the joy side of the spectrum? So, friend-who-asked-the-question, when I see you next, maybe I'll try to describe the physicality of what it feels like. If I were you, I'd be curious too. But, in the end what your question opened up for me is a way to remember that the aftermath is a present-tense that has passed. For now, I'll just be here in this moment, in my bed, watching the Roku logo bounce around my tv screen, worrying about my dog and my stitches and why I want to eat pot roast so bad. I'll let the aftermath be a shadow while I sit in whatever today happens to be. It's all we can do, right?

Thanks for reading and for caring and, as always, for being you.

Still just appreciating all the genuine love and support...

Yours,

Sara

Ps - More about my beloved canine whose happiness-management just seems like too much for me to handle as I go through this treatment. As I mentioned before, Elgin has been staying with very generous friends in Tulsa and I need to find her a new situation in Tulsa, St. Louis, or somewhere in between. She is 8 years old, weighs about 25 pounds, and is a terrier mix. She has lived with cats, though if she moved in with some again, would need help re-learning not to chase them. She occasionally has doggy-friends, but can have a hard time meeting new dogs. She has a hard time getting comfortable with new people too, but once you're in, you're in and she'll love you forever. (She and I have that in common, I think.) I would not feel comfortable having her around small children. If she is afraid and wants some space, she can aptly warn an adult who is paying attention, but a little one might not get the message. If you know of someone who might want to foster my darling for a couple of months, drop me a line. And again, thank you. Xoxo.