Sunday, December 28, 2014

Out with a Bang


About a month ago I asked Jeff if we could knock out a home improvement project over the Christmas break.  Nothing so ambitious that it would prevent us from visiting family, just a small project that could feasibly be done in a day or two.  The options included painting the guest room or installing hardwood floor in our bedroom.  The wall-to-wall carpeting in the bedroom was the more desperate situation of the two potential projects so we removed it and the subflooring a few days before Christmas and installed prefinished hardwood the day after.  I am no stranger to the flooring nailer.  I learned how to install hardwood flooring at Kerry and Theresa’s house during Jeff’s first year of recovery.  He provided the know-how and some of the muscle.  Theresa, Kerry and I tried to minimize the number of times Jeff had to get up and down which was still exhausting for him at that point.

For our project, I fully expected to bang boards in place and whack the nailing gun.  Jeff started without me, addressing the tricky closet door opening and getting a few rows down.  When I showed up on the job, I did the cutting and some of the puzzle-piece board selection but I began to develop a horrible headache despite wearing hearing protection.  I took Alleve and went back to work.  The many trips to the chop saw in the garage provided some relief.  The chop saw seemed quieter but I wonder now whether it was because I was in control of it and knew when to expect the noise. 

Around lunchtime I could see Jeff was fading.  I suggested that we leave the rest for another day.

“No,” Jeff said.

“Let’s eat and see how we feel then,” I said.

Jeff was quiet as we ate.  As soon as he finished his usual workman’s lunch - peanut butter and jelly sandwich and an orange - he returned to the project. As each row of boards was installed, Jeff’s pace slowed.  I tried harder to anticipate which tool he would need, which boards would fit, what cuts needed to be made.  It was painful to watch him get up from kneeling – he was in agony.  Still, he would not stop until all ten cartons of flooring were down!  “We” got the job finished before dinnertime - except for some special fitting in the last row and replacing the baseboard.  The poor guy is so sore he winces every time he sits in - or gets up from - a chair. 

Then Jeff spent the next two days at church to prepare for installation of a new heater.  I believe he will be having a nap day tomorrow.

A lingering sinus infection has been annoying Jeff and may be affecting his stamina.  On the other hand, his blood counts were excellent last week.  Dr. Porter did not taper the immunosuppressant but he did extend the next visit and blood work to three months instead of two.  That’s simultaneously exciting and nerve-wracking. 

And so, 2014 goes out with a bang.  Well, lots of bangs.  Here is hoping 2015 brings good health and happiness to all our readers!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Fall Festivities

Jeff has neuropathy on various spots on his body from the pre-transplant chemo/radiation but his feet give him the most trouble.  It makes shopping for shoes - and even socks – difficult and causes agony when he has to wear work boots.  From time to time, I wonder aloud whether a podiatrist could help but Jeff is reluctant to add yet another specialist to his repertoire.  So when I learned that the marrow recipient honored at the Gift of Life NJ Walk for Life last month was himself a podiatrist, I thought we had found the perfect authority on the subject!
 
After the walk, we stopped to chat with the man and his wife.  I nudged Jeff and said, “Ask him about neuropathy.” 

The man heard my prompt and, with a look of disgust, remarked, “Yeah, I got it.”

So there you have it.  Some things you just have to live with. 

Jeff's latest spoon design inspired by the Gift of Life logo
The NJ Walk for Life was much, much more relaxing this year than last.  Last year we were anxious and excited to meet Jeff’s blood sister, Nicole.  And Jeff had rehearsed his speech a hundred times although it turned out he didn’t get to deliver it at that event.  This year there was no pressure, just a walk in the park.  It was fun to see another donor and recipient meet and to chat with them.  The young donor, a Jersey boy, had swabbed with his roommate while at college in Israel.  Remarkably BOTH young men ended up as donors!   The recipient’s GVHD was, unfortunately, affecting his muscles and tendons which prevented him from being able to do the walk.  Prior to the event he had written a song for his donor called, “Who are You? Who am I?” which the donor clearly treasured.  There is something about receiving the gift of life that inspires creative expression.

Ruth Miller from Gift of Life arranged for Nicole, Jeff and me to give a Webex presentation for a pharmaceutical company in Northern New Jersey and the UK.  The good folks at Eisai Inc. were interested in the BMT process and wanted the donor, patient and caregiver perspectives.  Our tales - and Ruth’s expert knowledge on the subject - generated some excitement for joining the registry.  Our audience described their company as diverse and since ethnicity matters in HLA typing, this could be a very good thing.   Ruth will invite Eisai to participate in next year’s NJ Walk for Life, too.

The MDS Foundation held its fall MDS Family event in Wynnewood, PA.  Jeff was able to serve as the BMT poster boy for those who are facing the inevitability of transplant.  One woman said she hadn’t yet met an MDS patient who survived transplant and she was relieved to see a success story.  Another family had just seen Mom through breast cancer only to have Dad’s MDS diagnosis follow shortly thereafter.  Jeff liked the guest facilitator, a holistic nurse who emphasized spirituality.  The meeting was restorative for all.  How is it possible to be touched so deeply by people you have only just met?

Oktoberfest at Cannstatter Volksfest Verein in Philadelphia, celebrated every year with my family, has taken on a new purpose for us.  It marks and celebrates Jeff’s survival since his diagnosis four years ago.  This year a wide-eyed Rosie joined the party.  She was fascinated by the dancers and insisted on spending a lot of time on the dance floor herself!  The fun quotient got quite a boost.

Jeff and I celebrated our 35th Wedding Anniversary quietly.  Another milestone made possible by Nicole.  More and more we see ourselves sharing lots more time together with less and less uncertainty seeping into our thoughts.

Prayers, please, for Brad and Chris who lost their wife/mother to cancer this month.  Debbie, a member of the Morrisville cancer coterie, was a brilliant, joyful woman who often expressed care and concern for Jeff even as she herself was in need of a miracle.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Catch the Fever! Light the Night!

Jeff and I have now met two people who have benefited from Penn’s gene therapy which was funded in part by the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.  We met Doug Olsen, one of Dr. Porter’s first T-cell gene therapy patients, in April http://jeffs-journey.blogspot.com/2014/04/white-kneed-jeans-and-other-joys.html and Steve from our Gilda’s Club support group. 

At Gilda’s Club this week Steve smiled and shook his head in awe at his own survival.  He’d had an extremely aggressive lymphoma that responded poorly to traditional treatments (the chemo/radiation Jeff refers to as “bloodletting” except they often work albeit with lingering side effects).  Steve managed to get into a gene therapy study that he didn’t technically qualify for (he was worse off than the patients they were accepting).  While Doug Olsen’s fever began about a month after receiving his genetically-modified T-cells, Steve’s began the evening after his.  The fever accompanied the virus-like spreading of the cancer-killing genetically modified T-cells.  I know this sounds somehow surreal, even unreal, but Steve reports that he was cancer-free within a week!  He states simply:  “Everyone should be getting this treatment.”


These are exciting times in the field of blood cancer!  Please support our Light the Night team by using the link at right to help L&LS continue their critical work.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

One of the Winners


“It’s nice to see you again,” said Daniel.

Young Dr. Daniel wasn’t just exchanging pleasantries.  He was genuinely glad to see Jeff who Daniel describes as, “one of the winners.”  We can only imagine a typical day in the life of an oncologist.  He probably sees more patients at critical stages of diagnosis and disease so that seeing happy, healthy Jeff provides a nice reprieve.

Dr. Daniel is in his first year of a two-year fellowship with Dr. Porter and is clearly star-struck by his idol.  “We wait in line for the opportunity to work with Dr. Porter,” he told us.  I mentioned seeing Dr. Porter’s picture in the US Airways magazine on our way to California.  Dr. Daniel had seen it, too, and remarked that “lots of things are happening right now” and that Dr. Porter had recently published “another big paper.”  Even though Jeff didn’t qualify for Dr. Porter’s trials, it is a good feeling to know the man is so accomplished.

Jeff’s relatively minor complaints – profuse sweating, nausea, leg cramps – are likely attributable to the immunosuppressant, Cellcept.  Dr. Porter said 3-20% of patients report issues with sweating although he’s actually never heard any of his patients complain of it.  Nausea is far more common among his patients on Cellcept.  Dr. Porter decided to cut the dosage in half and check Jeff’s liver function again in a month.  He feels the side effects will diminish considerably on this dosage. 

Lots of blood was drawn this morning - more than usual - and when Jeff questioned it, no explanation was offered.  I think maybe he was due for more extensive testing – maybe the test to make sure his blood is all Nicole’s (an Engraftment Analysis).  Jeff needed food quickly after “giving” all that blood.  Due to a problem with SEPTA, we’d arrived late and hadn’t gotten our usual breakfast at Gia Pronto on the ground floor of the Perelman Center.  The 7:07 a.m. train from Yardley hadn’t reached the next stop before police activity forced us to return to Yardley.  Evidently, a pedestrian had been hit by a car on the tracks.  Instead, we drove into the city in rush hour traffic.  Still, our stressful drive couldn’t compare with the bad day that pedestrian was having. 
 
Jeff acquired a verboten tan while visiting our youngest son, Keith, who is stationed at Camp Pendleton in southern California.  It was a great trip!  Kim came along with us and it was good to see brother and sister together.  Keith looked quite mature.  We also visited niece Lissa and her beautiful family and worshiped with them, leaving a note behind for their congregation: “thanks for praying for Jeff through his bone marrow transplant and recovery.”  We saw a lot of Spanish architecture, got our toes in the Pacific (well, Kim and I did, anyway) and Keith was glad for our visit. We left sunny California and returned to a rainy Philadelphia. 

 Our blog has now been read on five continents.  We are awed by the network of blood cancer patients and caregivers and pray for all those people who find us on the web and maybe get some comfort from Jeff’s story.  He is, after all, “one of the winners.”

Thursday, September 25, 2014

A Preference for Boob-Squishing

This morning over breakfast, I reminded Jeff that he should request an EKG at his physical with the family doctor.  He’d been putting off this visit by arguing that he sees enough doctors already, why invite trouble?  And as for that EKG, “Why would I ask them to do that?  They’ll just refer me to a cardiologist.” 
 
“So, if there is something wrong with your heart, you’d rather not know about it?” I asked.

He grabbed his pill bottle and grumbled, “I have to take my darn pills.”

I smiled and suggested he think of them as his life-sustaining medications instead of his “darn pills.”  And I added, "Maybe the doctor will have nothing but good news for you."

The poor guy is doing well enough to feel as if he doesn’t need doctors and pills.  He has had some mild depression – mostly because of fatigue – but that seems to have passed for now, as has the extreme fatigue.  And he has had some symptoms that warranted a visit to the urologist and a few fascinating urological tests (although I don’t think he would describe them that way).  After one of these tests I received a forlorn text, "I think I'd rather do a boob-squishing."  My sisters later insisted he would not prefer a boob-squishing.  However, this test caused bleeding and burning for days afterward.  Ladies, we'll have to give him this one.

It turned out to be a good doctor visit – good blood counts, good heart, good cholesterol, good kidneys.  Dr. Sullivan prescribed a medication which might help with the nighttime leg cramps that interrupt Jeff’s sleep 1-6 times per night.
 
Highlights of these glorious days include the long-awaited unveiling of Jeff’s latest metal sculpture (see photo), Rosie’s first steps and Amy’s graduation party.  Jeff is preparing a temple talk for Sunday in which he will talk about his journey and, of course, Wonder Woman Nicole, whose healthy blood cells continue to flow happily through Jeff's veins.  He hopes to convey how prayers are often answered in unexpected ways. 

Monday, September 1, 2014

We Should Tell Nicole

Jeff and Rosie were having some early morning snuggle time in our bed while her parents were visiting friends in Germany.  Jeff said, “We should tell Nicole.” 

I was not quite awake.  I asked, “Tell her what?”

“How much fun this is and she made it possible.”

When we are having fun – and that is quite often, I am happy to report - Jeff and I often think of his donor, Nicole.  Here are some photos of our fun summer.
Hugs and kisses to Nicole. XO


Kerry, Theresa, Kim, Jeff, Rosie at the Parade
At Rilling's Pool

Reliving our Youth in Ocean City, NJ
That's me!
Grape Harvest


Rosie and Kim at Constatter Volkfest, Philadelphia, PA

Joy & Love :-)


Sunday, July 27, 2014

OICURMT and the MDS Foundation


Jeff and his brother, Paul, met at Bald Eagle State Park for a few days of fishing the week before last.  Many fish were caught - and released - and they took a Segway tour of Penn State's campus (Paul is an alum).  Jeff called me the night before their tour and said he expected his Segway may go out of control if The Creamery was not to be a scheduled stop but, of course, it was.  Paul managed to squeal the tires of his Segway in a near accident which gave them a good laugh – later, and every time Jeff has told the tale since.  Jeff keeps talking about the beautiful Nature Inn (a gold LEED building) and the good time he had.  Thank you, Paul!

An invitation to a luncheon for MDS families in Margate, NJ, gave us a good excuse for a weekend down the shore.  Friday night we relived our youth on the Ocean City boardwalk, squeezing into a photo booth, playing mini-golf, riding the Carousel and bumper cars.  Fun!  Saturday morning we visited Margate's famous Lucy the elephant, climbing a circular staircase up one hind leg, touring her belly, checking the view from her eyes and from the howdah on top, then down the twisty staircase in her other hind leg.  She is in excellent condition at 133 years old!


Rochelle Ostroff-Weinberg hosted a group of MDS patients and caregivers at her home in Margate.  Two of the couples in attendance had been married for more than 50 years so we were the young ones of the group unless you count the caregivers who'd been married 25 years.  Sudha Allitt, a holistic health and spiritual counselor, led us in some Mindfulness practices - breathing and meditation.  We learned about the various types of breathing (angry, calm, happy, fearful, etc.) and the healing properties of slow breathing.  Jeff enjoyed the exercises, could definitely see their value, but got stuck on the instruction to feel the breath of the feeling you identified.  Did it have a breath? Jeff says he does similar things naturally to deal with stress and, in my opinion, was more receptive to the presentation than he might have been pre-cancer.

Our meeting lasted twice as long as scheduled. Perhaps we needed each other twice as much as expected. Rochelle was gracious enough to let us stay and talk everything out.  One woman had never met another person with MDS.  We all learned something from each other about treatment options and issues, web sites to check out, how to find a local support group, diets to try.  Rochelle laughed remembering her late husband, Bob, trying a "weird vegetable diet" that was supposed to be beneficial.  He hated it.  He persevered for a year until he gave it up as a good effort, not worth the trouble.

We left Rochelle’s house and walked nearby Ventnor City's promenade and streets, overshot our parking spot by half a mile which added a mile to our stroll.  Then we returned to Margate for a lovely bayside dinner at Lamberti's Sunset Marina and Restaurant - Rochelle's recommendation.  We did not last until sunset but it was beautiful nonetheless.

En route to our weekend adventure, we'd listened to an audiobook, Secret Ingredients, an anthology of pieces by well-known food writers.  The first essay, by Joseph Mitchell, was about "Beefsteaks," a sort of Beef-and-beer of yesteryear.  There was a sign at one such event that read "OICURMT" - a condition meant only to be temporary.  Connecting with the good folks at the MDS Foundation luncheon gave both of us a sense of fullness.  It was good to refuel together this weekend.
 
After two weeks off of Rosie-duty Jeff is anxious to return to his regular Monday-and-Friday schedule.  He misses her and I'll bet the feeling is mutual.  I'm looking forward to the Monday morning picture Jeff will email to me at work. Maybe it will show our little Rosie Posey walking on her own!