Wednesday 26 June 2013

Halfway, and I've found my best friend again!

Four rounds of Oxaliplatin down, four to go. I feel fine now, the two good weeks are ahead of me and I'm on the home run. No worsening of side effects, even I can say that this round was easier for some reason, maybe because I finally started using the Lorivan which was prescribed for me to use on the days after the IV. The protocol has changed, I don't get calcium and magnesium any more because new studies have shown that it doesn't make any difference to the side effects. My personal experiences agree with this, it didn't make any difference and saved me half an hour or more at the hospital.
The best thing that has happened to me for a long time happened this week. I found my best friend again. I don't know how we lost contact but I am so glad she is back; I went up to meet her in the nice, quiet community where she now lives and we spent the whole day just talking. I was hoarse when I came home! So much has happened in both our lives since we lost contact eight years ago, we have both changed but somehow we seem to have changed in the same way. We still just understand each other, and it is wonderful. I feel happy in a way I haven't for a long time. Just to balance things out the microwave packed up this morning- good trade off, universe, I'm willing to renew all my electrical appliances this way!

Saturday 8 June 2013

Out with the goats, in with a Green Monkey!

There is a traditional Israeli story about a man who goes to his rabbi and says " Rabbi, please, you have to help me, my wife and I and our five children and my parents and her parents, we all live in a tiny one room house, I think I'm going crazy. What can I do to improve this situation?" The rabbi smiles and says, " That's easy. Buy a goat and take it home, let it live in your house with you for a month and come back to see me." The man really thinks this rabbi has gone mad, but being a religious man he has no choice but to do what the rabbi said, so he gets a goat on the way home. We'll gloss over the terrible argument he has with his wife, the delighted reactions of the kids and the surprised expression of the goat, and fast forward a month. He drags himself into the rabbi's office ( or whatever rabbi's have, maybe it isn't an office) and falls on the floor crying. " I can't stand another minute of this," he screams. The rabbi smiles and says, " Now take the goat to market and sell it." The man whoops for joy and rushes off to get the goat. When he gets home from the market he goes into his house and is amazed at how much space there now is...
Suffice to say that Pziza, Iza and her kids are now frolicking happily in the meadow belonging to the boarding school that Oren's brother works at, and I feel that there is so much space in my life...
And I have met a Green Monkey! Green Monkey, aka Shannon E. Kennedy, is a wonderfully creative and sometimes painfully honest blogger who has been through having breast cancer and now has rectal cancer. 'Follow me, I have no idea where I'm going', is her motto, I love it! Here is a link to her blog, and it's on the blog roll too. Green Monkey Tales
I started this blog for two reasons. One was to keep friends and family updated, so I didn't have to worry about forgetting someone or whatever. The other reason was that when I was first diagnosed I looked for advice, support or just people with similar experiences to know what it was really going to be like, and it turns out that there are very few of us 'wrecked tail cancer' ( love that!) bloggers out there. Now I am part of the way through the treatment, I have had the pre-adjuvant therapy, the operation and some of the adjuvant chemo and I do have things that I have learned, I can say to people just starting this, " Keep your head up, it's not as bad as it sounds, you can do this!"
 I don't know how many people like me read this blog, I know there must be a certain percentage of readers who are going through this too but Green Monkey is the first to make contact with me, and it makes me feel that it is so worthwhile blogging. Honestly, sometimes I was wondering whether I was talking to myself! ( Which isn't too bad anyway, sometimes just writing is good therapy anyway). So, I'm really happy this week. Also because I'm into the time when I feel good again after the IV, and I have another eleven precious days of good feeling time. And I have adopted a dog, she is lovely and we went to the beach with her today and had fun, but I'll write about that next time.

Tuesday 4 June 2013

A Tospy Turvy Week.

I have felt so up and down, inside out all week. I don't know if it is the steroids or just the effects of chemo getting more pronounced, but I felt weird, moody and not myself. Today I am feeling a bit better, I hope this trend will continue. Oren is working very hard all week, which doesn't help; at least he got a pay rise though!
We have a problem with the goats; it is too hard for me to do all the work with them during the week when I feel bad- I just want to curl up in a ball, not to get up at 6 am to milk Iza and feed them, take them to pasture for hours and drag them around after me. Unfortunately the other people who were supposed to help are too busy too. The end result is that the goats are suffering, although being goats they don't really seem to care. We haven't milked Iza for the last few days, just let the kids have all the milk, lucky them. It is a bit hot to go out to pasture anyway, so as long as they get plenty of food and have an hour or two free in the meadow to stretch their legs every day I think they will be fine. Meanwhile Pziza has been taken to the boarding school where Boaz works to meet a nice billy goat and hopefully start a family, it is quite a bit easier without her since she was the source of most goat naughtiness around here. Maybe she will come back with an education too!
Other news; we are in the process of adopting a dog! Sofi is part canaani , the Bedouin dog, and three years old. She is a good dog, not too big but big enough to guard, and she seems to be fitting in well. She has been here for a day so far, and seems fine. She doesn't worry the goats at all, Iza makes a kind of half hearted 'danger' call when she comes up to her but there is no real tension or hysterical running off, which goats do for no reason anyway, it's a goat thing. The kids don't even run to Iza when they see her, they seem to realize that she isn't going to attack them. Still, I am a bit careful, I don't completely trust her yet. She doesn't seem to have a wonderful memory for people, she knows me but barked at Oren when he came home even though he had given her a bowl of chicken the day before! She had better get that straight! She isn't in good condition, but I expect a month or two in the Mosenzon household will do its magic.
We aren't really thinking ahead too far, we know there is a good chance that we will go back to Chasamba at the end of the year but we will cross that bridge when we get to it. If Sofi makes herself welcome Oren's parents might keep her. Anyway, for the next few months she will have a good home.