The last month of daily radiation and weekly chemotherapy has really taken a toll on Bobbi. A thousand miles a week where each day becomes longer and more draining. There isn’t a whole lot of joy taking place. This is really whipping her out. She calls it a night about 7:30 and begins the same preparations in the morning. She hasn’t had a decent night sleep since the surgery, getting up 3 to 4 times throughout for the bathroom.
It’s tough as hell to watch. She puts on a brave face and cheerful persona with others but I see the toll it’s taking. She shares with me how difficult this experience is. Will be so glad when September approaches. Our life consists of hospitals, doctors, pharmacies, needles, and highway signs. It’s hard trying to keep her spirits up when I’m angry having the one I love struggling. We thought after the Whipple we’d be done with the degree of hardship, but there just doesn’t seem to be an end to them. Bobbi has always done things at 100mph, and gets frustrated with herself after growing tired 5 minutes into a chore. Going on a year soon, and hopefully will turn the page on this chapter. Now mouth sores are developing. Recently had lab work done so hopefully they look alright.
Nobody promised life would be easy and fair, all of us have our mountains to climb. But damn! This is a tough cancer. She’s beating it but it’s taking everything she’s got and then some. Haven’t written in awhile, just going through the motions of living life. Thankful for family and friends love and support. We do find time to laugh and love, but there is an underlying struggle taking place that words really can’t describe. Nights of staying up thinking in the dark, where it’s quiet and calm, I try to make sense of things. Just have to keep pushing ahead. One more day, one more treatment, one more doctor.
Not really sure what to write. Numb from everything. I want her to get better so badly. Days of yesterday’s seem so far away. Having to learn how to live life at the moment is important. You really can’t get too far ahead with plans because we don’t know how she’ll be feeling when something is.
May 18th, 2018
Bobbi – Friday morning and it’s 5:00am, been up 2 hours already. Gotta love the pre-chemo steroid effect. Riding the radiation van has been interesting. The War Memorial Hospital here has a volunteer program where different drivers take people here from the Soo down to Petoskey for radiation. My younger brother Steve is receiving radiation too so the van makes a quick stop near Pickford to pick him up. Certainly feels surreal. We were born on the same day, three years a part, and now each are challenged with cancer.
Wednesday we had a quick ride to Petoskey, all green lights. Got to the hospital and when the elevator doors opened five of us had a quick stride so we could return sooner. I almost chuckled out loud… cancer peeps are a strange breed are we really jogging to get radiated? Thursday is chemo day as well. You know when they wear thick gloves, gowns, and mask and your IV infusion comes in a biohazard bag they’re not exactly sprinkling you with fairy dust. Will get a break from both for 2 weeks then it’ll be the home stretch. 4 additional months of chemo and done, at least that’s the plan. I really don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this if plans change.
May 30, 2018
These times seems endless. Each day that goes by is taking its toll. Just have to get through it I keep telling myself. Both of us keep battling. He rarely mentions his heart issues, is a good bluffer, but takes all of it in stride. Our primary family doctor is moving so we’ll be looking for another at the end of June. The third one since we’ve been up here. Really like the Doctor we have but she is moving to Grand Rapids.
Cancer has literally taken me to the doorstep of death. The great robbery, hair, body and often times strength. At one point I was so ill my breath was cold, my body emaciated. Yet somewhere in the depths of illness is a courage to forge forward. I refuse to surrender, a smile is contagious. Try it, it costs nothing. 10 more radiation treatments to go 20 completed. 5 of 6 chemo treatments done this cycle, for a total of 17 since last year. 28 total sessions by the time things are supposedly finished. Certainly feeling the effects. Successful Whipple surgery didn’t come free of side-effects. Up every morning at 3:00am using the restroom for the next 4 hours. Trying to tweak pancreatic enzymes, diet and still learning what’s tolerable. Sure didn’t sign up for this but we play the deck we are dealt. Days are long and challenging. Mike said give yourself permission to rest, I know he is right but it is foreign.
At least the weather is nice and my flowers are coming to life. Haven’t had much time to enjoy them but it’s pleasant when we sit out and relax. Just feeling so tired and whipped out all the time. Looking forward to seeing the kids this summer. Gotta keep on keeping on! Tomorrow is a chemo day so up early and on the road.