Sunday morning was pretty chilly (-2 C) when I was walking around before sunrise in the park. Unfortunately I really feel the cold due to my compromised immune system. My February monthly blood test results are encouraging. My cancer levels are 48 down from 50 in December. My Myeloma Specialist has increased the dosage of two of the drugs I take with my chemo, so hopefully my March results will be much better.
Overall I’m doing alright, eating healthy, and remaining positive each day.
Feeling Springtime in the air!
M protein (g/L) (if 0, then no cancer detected)
Jan = 50
Dec = between 47 and 48 (began chemo)
Nov = between 40 and 42
Oct = 29
Late Sept = 21
Early Sept = 16
Aug = 13
July = 6
June = 5
I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the immune system. Multiple myeloma affects the plasma cells, a type of immune cell that produces antibodies to fight infection. These plasma cells are found in the bone marrow. As a blood cancer, it is incurable, but treatable.
Back in January I wrote about the fact that I had been diagnosed with Meibomian Gland Dysfunction. Well, it turns out I have it pretty severely now, and we think that it is caused by the velcade that I am having, albeit it that it is pretty unusual to have it! I like to be unusual. (Not). Basically, it looks like my glands have not only blocked up and caused inflammation, but now they have become blocked and infected (blepharitis) which have lead to what is called chronic blepharitis and what is called a chalazion.
So when I just had the MGD without the infection, the best way I was told to treat it was by using a warm compress and massaging both eyelids. You can buy masks from the chemist that do a similar thing, and wipes that you then wipe the eyelid with. Anyway, that seemed to be working really well until a couple of weeks ago, when the first stye/ chalazion occurred. It basically made my left eye really sore, really swollen and very itchy. So I took a trip to the GP on the Friday who prescribed me with antibiotics….and I also started on ibuprofen on the recommendation of a friend. (Before anyone says anything, I don’t have any kidney damage so whilst I’m not meant to take it, it felt like a sensible thing to try in the short term)
Anyway, into the hospital on the Monday to be told it wasn’t anything to do with the velcade (hmmmm….I don’t think so!), that I should come off ibuprofen so I didn’t cause any kidney damage and take antihistamines instead, and prescribed extra eye drops. And things very slowly seemed to improve.
Until the same day two weeks later, when it came back in the right eye (and less so in the left eye again). This time, I immediately started back on the eye drops which I luckily had, emailed my consultant (who hadn’t been the one to give me the previous advice), and got it agreed to go back onto the ibuprofen to at least help bring the swelling down a bit. This time though, I’ve had it really sore over the whole weekend with it not only causing the chalazion, but also becoming infected.
So today, back to the hospital and it was agreed that I wouldn’t have my final dose of velcade as it quite probably was that which had caused the issue. In addition, further to an article I was given by my consultant, it was decided to put me back on antibiotics, but mainly to increase the dexamethasone that I’d had reduced last year due to it causing me anger issues! Dex is an anti-inflammatory and I have to say that I felt better within a couple of hours. It’s still infected of course, but the swelling is lower and I haven’t needed the ibuprofen.
Now we’ve got a bit of a waiting game. Hopefully, my eyes will just improve as I shouldn’t be having any further velcade. That is over thank god. In addition, I’m hoping to get a bit of energy back too… I’m now meant to be going to daratumabib maintenance until my stem transplant.
But, my numbers went up last week. Grrrr. Nothing is simple. I think they’ll still try at least one lot of maintenance to see if the dara works better without the velcade. But who knows what they’ll do if they keep rising….we could be back to the DT-Pace regime. I did my bloods again today, and I think they’ll be done next Monday too…all of which will give us a better indicator of whether I’m hovering around the same place, no longer responding to treatment, or whether my numbers do what we’re desperately hoping, and come down a little further to about 4 or 5.
Somehow (I may thank the antidepressants for this), I seem to be coping relatively well with it all. As does Nick I think. We aren’t telling the children too much until we know and luckily because we’re not falling to pieces, that is much easier. There is no point panicking unless it becomes necessary. So, I’d ask people just to take care in talking in front of them so that we can tell them what is necessary, when it is necessary, rather than them overhearing something….thank you.
I’ll update on here when we know more. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for those numbers to come down further please….I’ll even accept a few prayers if people are that way inclined!!
So we have met with the transplant consultant this week and things are a little bit clearer. Not much has changed but we understand it all a little better now which is helpful.
So one thing that he explained to us was that my paraprotein isn’t as low as they would want. I thought that because they are the same as when I had my first transplant, that they wouldn’t have an issue. But it seems that they look at the percentage decrease, and I’ve only reached about 60% where they’d want to see a decrease of about 80%. So, what does that actually mean. Well it seems that we’re going to keep watching for a couple of months. I come off my velcade (thank god!) after next Monday, and they think there is a chance that the Daratumabib has the possibility of kicking in again. If it does, and it takes my paraprotein lower, it might reach a level with which they are happy to proceed to transplant without any further treatment. Which would be great news.
If however, it doesn’t take my numbers any lower, or they start to increase, we may have to revert to the idea of DT-Pace. Yuck. However, at least now, whilst we know that it would be an awful treatment, that it would be the best option available and would give me a much better chance with the transplant. We’re still keeping our fingers crossed that the numbers keep going down though!
He also discussed my stored stem cells which have been at the Royal Marsden until recently. I was told that there weren’t enough, but it now seems that we might have. Apparently I’m very unusual because one test said there were enough and another said that there weren’t. Not what usually happens. So there are some questions to be asked to see which number is the most useful. And in the meantime, I’m going to try and lose some of the weight I’ve put on from a mixture of Dexamethasone (the steroid) and my total lack of willpower! Apparently, the result that says I don’t have enough stem cells, is linked to how many they need against body weight…..so whilst they haven’t said anything about losing weight, I’m thinking it can’t hurt*.
So in terms of dates, we don’t know much more. I think it’ll be April before we have much of a solid idea, and at that point, we’ll probably get told either a timescale for transplant, or that I’m going onto DT-Pace….or knowing my luck, something totally different!!
However, I’m hoping that in the meantime, that coming off the velcade might mean that the next couple of months are a little easier and that I start to feel a bit more human again. I have to say that the last few weeks have become harder and harder. I’ve been so tired that over half of my week has been wiped out. I haven’t even managed to walk Marley and have had to get the kids onto it. Rebecca even dealt with the builders last week, made them coffee and put a blanket over me while I slept for 3 hours. Poor kid. But I’m so proud of how they are coping whilst looking after me.
Anyway, the overall feeling is that by getting the information that we did on Monday, Nick and I both feel in a position that whatever decision they make moving forwards, we have 100% trust with what decisions they’re making, and why they’re making them. And that has to be good. The one thing I never want is to wish we’d done things differently.
* I’ve decided to give up processed sugar, crisps, nuts and takeaways for Lent – take a look at my #50B450 tab on this page.
So I’ve now been on treatment for 6 months and I am ridiculously fed up with feeling exhausted and good for nothing for 3/4 of the week. What is worse, is that my figures for the last 2 months haven’t improved, if anything, they’ve gone up ever so slightly. We’re still hoping that’s a blip but it does make you wonder why you put yourself through the grimness of chemo if it doesn’t do what it’s meant to do.
I shouldn’t moan. (But I will).
Other people have it far worse than me. Their side effects are worse (or they say they are!), they suffer with bone issues on top of all of the chemo treatment, they have other significant side effects or additional complications that make it worse.
But I just hate not being able to do the things I normally take for granted. Some days, I haven’t even had the energy to walk Marley. Others, I can’t make dinner for the kids and they have to do it themselves while I’m asleep on the sofa. The ironing piles up to the point the MIL offers to do it. I can’t really work now as I can’t focus on it and I don’t know when my bad days will happen sometimes, and working, even in my job, can take it out of me. Sport, and especially netball has had to be paused. I can’t go out more than one day at the weekend and even that, exhausts me the next day. And then when I do feel well, I do silly things like wallpaper stripping that totally wipe me out afterwards! That’ll teach us for continuing the house renovations right up to transplant date!
Basically, my whole life has pretty much gone on hold, and its a total drag if I’m honest. I’ve gone from feeling (even if I wasn’t ‘myelomawise’), 100% fine to feeling like I’m about 50% most of the time. It’s a strange concept taking drugs that make you much worse before they make you better. I know when I get to the transplant I’ll feel like 0% for a while, but it feels like the journey moves homeward at that stage. At this moment in time it still feels like I’m touring with no idea of what direction I’m going. Maybe I’ll feel better once I have a transplant date in the diary.
Anyway, I’m ok so this really isn’t a call for sympathy. Last week I was REALLY fed up, this week only semi fed up (at the moment). Today I feel ok – I normally do on a Monday until late evening…that’ll be the devil steroids (although they seem more under control now and the sleeping tablets help counteract that side of them too). Wednesday and Thursday are my worst days normally. And I just have to make the most of the weeks where I don’t feel bad on a Tuesday or Friday….I never quite know. Perhaps I need to avoid that wallpaper stripping in the house….but I get so bored if I don’t do anything!
Enough of the wingeing though. On a positive, my friends in Belbroughton arranged a brilliant ‘no frills’ disco for my #50KB450 at the weekend. It worked brilliantly, hopefully wasn’t tooooooo much work for them all, and raised £500 for Myeloma UK and my target. And it was loads of fun!!
It will take us over the 10% mark which is great! If you want to see an update on what has been going on just pop to my #50KB450 tab at the top of this page. The next event is that Deb and Brigitte are doing a 3 hour body combat event in Stourbridge on the 29th Feb.
Finally a big Happy 18th Birthday to Holly for Wednesday! She has really generously asked friends to donate to her fundraising page for #15KB450 instead of presents – not many 18 year olds would be that selfless! She’s also doing the 2020 challenge and running that many miles in 2020….mental! If anyone else would like to support her, it would obviously be great!
In mid-Dec I was having headaches that wouldn’t go away so I went to my hospital’s Urgent Care for an assessment. A CT Scan didn’t reveal lesions or tumours. While waiting to see an ENT (Ear Nose Throat) Resident, I had a period of uncontrollable chills and shaking, that I attributed to my body being cold. The ENT Resident examined my nasal passage and found I have chronic sinusitis due to my cancer, so he prescribed a nasal spray to repair it. He also said that the random lumps in my mouth were benign.
Later that week when I arrived for chemo treatment I was coughing and had a fever of 39.1C, so I was isolated and various tests were taken. Chemo treatment was stopped for two weeks and I was placed on antibiotics. Results from the CDC revealed that the uncontrollable chills, headaches, and fever were a precursor for the Adenovirus, a virus that attacks people with immune suppressed systems. One of my pre-chemo drugs is actually an immune suppressor. Thankfully after a couple of weeks I had fully recovered from the Adenovirus and my chemo treatment continued.
My Dec blood test results were pretty meaningless (jumped to between 47 and 48 from between 40 and 42 in Nov) as it was based only on my first chemo treatment which was Cycle 1 Week 1. Cycle 1 Week 2 and Cycle 1 Week 3 were cancelled due to the Adenovirus. I remain confident that January’s blood test results (based on usual 4) will show a drop in my cancer levels.
Overall, I’m really focused on listening to my body, eating healthy, and relaxing as much as possible to help my chemo be as effective as possible. Bed has been my friend recently.
My mobility is compromised due to the lesions in my pelvis, so walking up stairs is no longer possible, without significant difficulty.
I really don’t stress about the various things going on with my body. I have an incurable cancer and I’m alive, so I’m thankful for that.
I take each day as it comes and focus on being calm and happy.
Self-portrait: Rest is key for my health
I have multiple myeloma and anemia, a rare cancer of the immune system. Multiple myeloma affects the plasma cells, a type of immune cell that produces antibodies to fight infection. These plasma cells are found in the bone marrow. As a blood cancer, it is incurable, but treatable.
I started writing this post a couple of weeks ago at my last consultant appointment and forgot to post it so here it is with a postscript at the end!
Although my last post was written on Christmas Eve, looking back on it I must have been Hugh as a kite!! I hadn’t realised quite how bad it was until Nick told me on Christmas Day – by the end it didn’t make any sense at all! But the good news is that the sleeping tablets got me asleep and I had a much better Christmas because of it!
In fact we had a lovely Christmas and New Year. It was massively busy with guests but a great time of catching up with people and making the most of my health as it is at the moment.
And now we’re on the countdown. Or at least I am. Unless anything changes, I have 10 weeks left on treatment, before I have a 2 month break and then my second Stem Cell Transplant. I really do think myself lucky to have had 9 years inbetween my transplants but it doesn’t stop the interpretation that I’m feeling about going through it all again. We’ve got a date now for February to discuss the procedure (and how it might have changed from my first time) so that will be interesting … it has definitely made it feel more real!
But as for the here and now, things plod along really. As I said, I’m back on the velcade and it has hit me hard this week. It always seems to when I have a break! I slept for 3 hours last night (while the kids made their own dinner and sorted themselves out), and then got up this morning, pottered for half an hour and then was back in bed until it was time to leave for hospital at lunchtime! And I’m still exhausted and feeling. Very bizarre.
None of it is made easier by the fact I’ve now also been diagnosed with Meibomian Gland Dysfunction (MGD). It basically means that the glands in my eyelids are blocked and so can’t secrete tears properly. So I either have really dry, itchy eyes, or I have tears rolling down my eyes! Normally the latter! It makes you just feel even more tired and blurry eyed than normal which I can’t imagine helps my overall feeling of wellbeing.
Haha. Also just had a letter today from Sajid Jarvis saying well done for winning the Helpline Volunteer of the Year Award! He’s our local MP but I was quite impressed that he wrote. I might even see if we can get him to donate something for Sam’s #15B415 challenge! Someone might want the normal bottle of wine that gets sent through, signed!
So not much to add since what I wrote above. Everything is still on track, and the sleeping tablets are continuing to help me to cope with the lack of sleep…although this week has been exhausting (but due to sorting my dads house all weekend and lots of wallpaper stripping!). I’m still waiting to hear whether my stem cells from first time round are viable but will hopefully find out next week….it’ll be a massive relief if they are!
In the meantime, I’m feeling pretty positive about the #50KB450 fundraising at the moment. We’re nearly at 10% already, much helped by asking people to donate instead of sending me bday cards this weekend! I’m also sending out lots of letters to businesses that I know to see if they can help as that’ll be my easiest way of raising money! Sam is doing really well with his #15B415 challenges (he’s raised over £1000 himself!), and all the other family and friends who have got involved have done amazingly well already, with more coming in all the time. I feel ever so humbled by how much people have been prepared to do!
As I started this blog this morning I was taking a wide variety of drugs and cocktails!
Daratumamab – immunotherapy drug
Velcade – chemo drug
Dexamethasone – evil drug – should not be allowed past go. Ruins relationship, friendships and more!
Lanziprazole – protects stomach…I think
Co-trimoxazole – godminly knows, I just take them and hope!
Pregablin – reduces impact of neuropathy in feet, calves and hopefully is reducing pain in back.
Colosevelam – deals with mile-bilemalabsortion – don’t look that condition up if you’re eating!
conjugated oestrogen – for early menopause that kicked in at 35
Sertraline – for the depression that can’t help but find a homely place in our house with everything else that is going on! My saviour
But today I’ve been joined to another regime. And today……drum roll……-another one is joining the ranks in the form of ZOPICLONE – a sleeping tablet. And it’s already made me spaced out and unable to hold a straight line! Hoping I’ll be ok for tomorrow as driving to oxford to visit my dad!!
I’ve also been given next week off velcade and Dex so we can have some time where I’m fit enough to do some things. Hurrah! Bloody fantastic! Might even have a little topple for new year!
But it made sense to try as I’ve only been getting between 1and 4 hours on a Monday with Tuesday slightly better at around 6-8 hours. But I feel awful between Tuesday eve and Friday eve and it’s miserable. If sleep is anything to do with it, I’d like to vaguely enjoy Christmas Day! We’re cooking for 6 but hopefully will be organised enough we can look to the guests to help nick to wash and clear!
Don’t overdo it – it’s only one day
If you burn anything hide it and pretend you never had it on the menu
If you burn anything remember you’ll be eating twice your body weight for 6 hours solid so will be totally grateful it was one less thing to eat
When you look at yourself the next day and wonder why you ate everything you knew will make you fat, and a month to get off the hips, please don’t bore us all with your plans for the gym!!
When you say ‘I shouldn’t’ when offered that extra drink….don’t if you really don’t want to …. but if you do….bloody do it!
Right I’m jibbering rubs is hand want these tablets to send me into a deep sleep! Wish Me luck
Anyway, can’t see me writing again for a few days so wishing all my friends, family and general subscribes a VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS
I haven’t written properly for a while. Partially as I’ve been busy trying to be organised for Christmas (just in case I get ill!), but largely because there hasn’t been an awful lot to say. Which has to be good news in the world of chemo and myeloma.
So I’m sat here at the QE in Birmingham, trying to make the most of my time waiting to see my consultant. For anyone who doesn’t know, it’s my standard monthly check-up. We tend to talk about my numbers, I ask the questions that have been building up, and then I leave.
We’re getting closer to these meetings having a bit more substance to them though. Who knows….maybe even today’s will have more to say. But the idea last month was that we’d start talking about my transplant in January, with the idea that I’d be having it in March / April. I’m hoping that’s all the same, although there was a slight thought that perhaps my numbers are starting to plateau a little….i.e the drugs may not be doing quite as much now as they had been doing. That’s my main question for today….what would that actually mean if they’ve stopped working.
The idea on DVD (darathumabab, velcade and dexamethansone) was that I’d be on it until the transplant, and then after the transplant, would stay on the Darathumabab as a kind of maintenance therapy…..well I think that’s what he’d planned! But if it has stopped working, I assume that carrying on with the Dara won’t be an option and that I won’t be on any kind of maintenance. That’s slightly unnerving as I had maintenance therapy last time and felt it really helped towards my 8 years of remission. I desperately want that long again. But maybe that’s expecting too much. I must look into what the new figures are for remission after a second transplant. It used to be that they expected you to get half the time you got for your first, but I think that’s old news. I know people who’ve had far longer from their second transplants, but I would also imagine that if you have people like me who had maintenance first time round, that you could still get less time from the second if you don’t get to have maintenance.
So I saw my consultant yesterday and the good news is that my numbers have decreased even further from 11.2 to 8.6 – a brilliant decrease and it means those drugs are working (and perhaps it’s worth feeling rubbish most of the week!).
The bad news is that my consultant got it wrong when he said that I could come off the velcade and dex in January. Apparently I need to stay on them until March, and after that is when I’ll need a couple of months without them before my transplant (basically, they’re pretty toxic drugs and they want them out of my system). So it now looks like my transplant is more likely to be May/ June rather than the March/April that we thought.
I can’t decide if I think this is good or bad news. It’s definitely bad that I’ve got longer on the velcade and dex…they both make me feel fuzzy, exhausted and even sick at times. I’d been hoping I only had weeks left of it. But, the longer I wait till transplant, in some ways the better. Every month we seem to see developments in the treatment of myeloma, and we just don’t know what a month here or there might offer me. Revlimid, the drug I had as maintenance therapy last time round, but on a trial, may be available from October next year. But you have to start it within 3-4 months of your transplant. So if I can postpone my transplant, just possibly, I might be eligible to give it another go! That said, I might be told I can’t have it anyway!
I suppose if I’m honest, I’m just a bit fed up of feeling so shattered. It feels harder at this time of year too when everyone is enjoying a social life and I’m asleep on the sofa by 6pm. I’m slightly dreading Christmas Day and New Year as they both fall on my worst days of the week. But I want to be excited about them and I want to organise all the things that we have done and make it special for the kids and nice for Nick. I wish the drugs could all go on hold over Christmas and that I could just feel normal again for a few days. Thank god my temper seems to have calmed a little! That’s the only positive thing. I’m at hospital on the 22nd for an MRI to check out my back, the 23rd for my infusion and chemo, the 30th again for more chemo and then on we go. It makes me feel tired just thinking about it all.
Anyway, I think I’m just tired today so hopefully I can gee myself up a bit tomorrow.
I thought I’d make the most of my hospital day to update my blog.
It’s been a while since I wrote, and that’s been for good reasons – whilst we didn’t manage to get away for a nice hot relaxing holiday (too expensive at half term!), we did manage to get away for a week to Scotland. Sounds straightforward, but I did have to get agreement to put my treatment on hold for a week.
I have to say, that was the best thing ever. It sounds ridiculous, but whilst I knew that a lot of how I was feeling was due to the drugs, you do start to question whether a lot of it is an excuse….was I making it easy for myself to be grumpy by blaming the drugs? But it became clear on my week off, just how much it was the drugs impacting me. I was so much calmer, much less ‘tetchy’ and much more happy to let things lie. I felt good too. Not so tired and my taste came back.
It was absolutely lovely and we certainly made the most of it. We started off at a forest cabin in Strathyre…..walking, cycling, eating and drinking! A hot tub was a welcome chance to have quality chats with the kids and really get back to the basics. We even found time for a game of Monopoly and a bit of scrabble! We then went on to Edinburgh (with a small distillery detour for Nick!) where we traumatised Rebecca with the ‘Rocky Horror Show’ (bad parents – had forgotten how risque it was!), did the Camera Obscura, a tour under the City, and walked up Arthur’s Seat (well the footstool next to it ) By the end of it, when we left, I was definitely ready to come home for a rest. But it was a fabulous few days away that had been much needed for us all.
The other thing that we did while we were in Edinburgh was to go and visit the Myeloma UK offices and meet the teams! I’ve been fundraising for them for nearly 10 years now and never been up to see them so it was the perfect opportunity. I was going to go on my own, but then our son, Sam said he wanted to come too. So all four of us went along. It was great to see them and speak about all the work that they’re doing! What was really amazing though was that Sam was totally inspired by the visit and has decided to do his own fundraiser towards my #50KB450 – he’s now chosen to do his own #15B415 where he is doing 15 challenges to raise awareness and money for Myeloma UK. Within 24 hours he’d blown away his initial target, so he’s really happy already! If anyone can help him with any challenges, please do! Even if it’s just to help tweet about it that would be great! Feeling super proud of what he’s doing as he’s doing it with very limited input from me!
While we were at the offices, we were also able to talk about an award that I’d been nominated for….and for which, I’m excited to say, that I won as ‘Helpline Volunteer of the Year’ for my work with Myeloma UK. I didn’t go to the ceremony, partially because I am trying to limit how much I do with my tiredness, but also, if I’m honest, because I really didn’t expect that I had a chance of winning it! I was totally gobsmacked when they told me, but very proud! If you’re interested in knowing more, there’s a link here: https://www.myeloma.org.uk/news/helplines-partnership-award-success-for-myeloma-uk/
What was also great was that just before we went to Scotland, I had seen my consultant for my monthly catch up. My numbers are continuing to reduce….now 11.3 so a nice steady decrease. They’ll be looking for that to go down to as close to zero as we can do but it’s halved now and I reckon I’m around half way through the initial chemotherapy treatment. The other news my consultant gave me was about those timings. Apparently once I get to the end of January, I’ll come off the velcade and the dexamethasone part of the DVD. Since those are the drugs that I ‘think’ are giving me the worst side effects, I’m over the moon that there is an end in sight for those. I’ll keep going with the darathumamib infusions (once a month), but I’ll basically come off everything else.
This will give my body a chance to recover for a couple of months before, drum roll, I have my Stem Cell Transplant (No.2). I’m so relieved to have an idea of when this might happen now. I know things can still change but not knowing when it might happen was really frustrating me and my control freak tendancies. At least now I can plan how life might look for the next 6 months, even if I have to change it down the line. Strange really. Most people want to put off these things but I just want to get through the transplant with the hope that life WILL go back to normal in the months afterwards. I’m trying not to wish time away now – Nick is right that we should be enjoying and making the most of it – but I do want to get past the transplant as I know how awful that will be.
My last post started to discuss the fact that life is pretty rough at the moment for me. It’ s been very different to when I went through treatment 9 years ago when other than periods of exhaustion, I didn’t seem to have any side effects from the early drugs. This time the devil drug, Dexamethasone (DEX) seems to have really hit me hard.
So what is dex? Well I’m no expert, but basically, it is a steroid that is meant to help to prevent the release of substances that might cause inflammation in the body. It also suppresses the immune system and can help with chemo-induced fatigue. The idea for me, is that it really supports the work of velcade, the chemo drug, and is thought to speed up the impact that it has, i.e bring my myeloma into check quicker, and my paraproteins down.
So that’s the good stuff that it helps with in cancer treatment. Unfortunately it also has a huge number of negatives attached with it, both physically and emotionally, that can cause a huge impact in patients….as I’m finding to my detriment. It can cause the following, just to name a few:
Mania – this can be a good sign in that you can end up with increased energy and due to not being able to sleep, can get lots done. The downside is that you often lose sight of reality when you’re going through this period, meaning you might make inappropriate decisions, say the wrong things, or even suffer delusions or take actions that you wouldn’t normally (apparently shop lifting is common – not me thank god!)
Depression – it speaks for itself, but even the days when you’re not on dex can be an issue as you’ve no longer got that mania, have spent hours (if not days) awake and then get the come down. Not pleasant for the patient or those surrounding them!
Impulses – lots of people talk about going on spending sprees when they’re on dex! I’ve managed to keep it in check thank god, but there have definitely been times where I’ve thought perhaps I can’t wait for that Breville toasted sandwich maker (after all who doesn’t need removable plates for the dishwasher – Cath I blame you!), or that after 20 years of making decisions with Nick about artwork, I can choose something without him!
Weight Gain – I swore this wasn’t going to affect me this time. WRONG!!!! OMG. Somehow I need to get back on track with it as it makes me miserable that I’ve put on soooo much weight in such a short time. Partially, it’s just increased water retention, but partly it is that no matter how much I say that bag of crisps is a bad idea, I still eat it…and then eat another pack! And top it off with a few other bits from the cupboard.
And then the general side effects: Aggression, agitation, anxiety, blurred vision, dizziness, fast, slow, pounding, or irregular heartbeat or pulse, headache, nervousness, numbness or tingling in the arms or legs, pounding in the ears, shortness of breath, swelling of the fingers, hands, feet, or lower legs, trouble thinking, speaking, or walking, troubled breathing at rest
I’m on a couple of Facebook pages where patients and carers can discuss and share information and Dex really is known as the most awful drug around. Even the consultants know it is the devil drug. Everyone who has seen it in action, knows how it can almost destroy some relationships. It is rare patients aren’t impacted (like me first time round). It is rare that families don’t see a different person in their loved ones. It’s rare that spare rooms don’t come into their own!!! It really is awful – no exaggeration if you’re thinking I’m over egging this!
Those of you that have been following my blog will know that I found my first week horrendously hard. It seemed to ease a bit after that and whilst I definitely had my ‘Jekyll and Hyde’ moments, they were pretty short and not too horrendous. But I’m definitely feeling that it is building now. I’m not sure whether it is that I have a ridiculous amount of stuff going on in my life at the moment (….I don’t really have time to have flipping cancer, let along a bad temper!). Or whether the drugs are solely to blame. Or whether I’m just turning into a miserable old cow in mid-life. But it’s not a particularly pleasant time and I seem to spend about 2/3 of my life not in a massively smiley place. I hear myself talk to friends and for once, can’t really put the positive spin on things while I’m on this drug. And I don’t like that much.
Living with being miserable is really horrid. I feel like a terrible wife and mother, despite Nick and the kids being amazing about it all – they couldn’t have been more supportive of me. I never take Nick for granted with this – he really is outstanding and no-one around us will ever know how amazing he is in holding the whole family together. But the way that the kids are coping really shows what amazing young people they are growing into. They support me, they love me, they cuddle me, and most importantly, they forgive me when I am just the most awful mother to them. And in return, all I can do is apologise and keep trying to keep myself in control.
I write all this though, with other thoughts in my mind. This is not an excuse for me. I don’t want to allow myself to behave badly because i have the drugs as an get out clause. I will fight really hard to be reasonable and thoughtful to the people around me. But in the same vein, if people who don’t know what is truly going on, start saying the only reason I get cross, or grumpy is because of the drugs and that my opinions aren’t valid, or true, or allowed, that will drive me round the bend. The drugs don’t impact me 100% of the time, and especially with longer term values and morale issues, my views are still valid!
I hadn’t realised that when I go to daratumumab three weekly, I still had to keep having the velcade and the dex every week! Gutted doesn’t begin to explain how that made me feel when I’d been counting down the days to a more normal existence. So, I’ve decided that I am going to speak to my consultant when I go in next week. I’m going to see if we can reduce the dexamethasone slightly if my numbers are still looking positive. Just a bit. Just to ease the impact and hopefully allow us a slightly more pleasant run into the time of my transplant. My paraproteins are currently down at 12 so I’m hoping they might have dropped under 10 by next week and he’ll be happy about doing that.
OK, so I’ve finally finished this post because it’s a Dex day…..I started it 5 days ago! So the two manic days or in process now…might sleep a couple of hours tonight, might not. But at least I’ve finished this and can move on to a bit of my work….massively behind at the moment while I’ve tried to fit in other stuff like house, family and friends. But Monday’s at least are my catch up night…there’s a positive to end on!