More ER and Catheter placement

You know what I learned the last few weeks?  I’ve learned it not so easy to write when you are tired all the time and can’t concentrate.  I just spent the last several minutes staring the the screen trying to figure what to write and how to start.

So this post will be informative only -sorry.

As most of you know, I have had two ER visits now for shortness of breath.  Shortness of breath,  Ha!  That’s funny.  Getting my chest cavity drained made me feel much better for a few days but it wasn’t long before I was struggling to breathe again.  I went to talk to my oncologist after the lung doc visit to find out why he was recommending the surgery vs the catheter.  He told me that he changed his mind and thinks the catheter is the way to go since it would allow for the surgery later if needed.  Then he sent me to the ER.

Not only would the ER help my breathing issues but they could make a draining happen faster than trying to schedule another one.  This time, they admitted me.  More xrays, blood draws, Ct scans,  breathing treatments and a blur of different doctors, nurses and specialists.

It was decided to put a catheter in so I can drain the pleural fluid as needed.  This procedure happened Friday afternoon.  It was another “twilight procedure” which I’ve decided I pretty much hate.  There was a question if they would need to call anesthesia after all because I was having such trouble laying supine enough.  After about 10 seconds of laying flat, I couldn’t breathe.  So they tested me first.

I was given some “relaxation medicine” in the IV and once it took affect, they tried laying me down again.  I did much better so they went ahead with the procedure.

This procedure involved inserting a catheter into the pleural cavity and leaving the other end out to connect to a bag that collects the fluid.  After they got me on the table and spent several painful minutes getting me situated, a little more “don’t care” medicine was given then they prepped the area.

Prepping the area also involved sticking me several times with Lidocaine.  That sucked.  Despite being numbed up, I also still felt much of the actual insertion.  I hate to admit that I cried thru most of the procedure, but couldn’t let it take over.  I couldn’t move.  Yuk!

Afterward, they drained 500 ccs and sent me back to my room to recuperate.  Another 500 ccs were taken later that night.  I discovered that as your lung re-inflates, it hurts. A LOT.  Like I had a knife inserted under my right breast and there it sat, making me me see red any time I took a breath in.  Anytime the lung would touch the cavity, it made me cough -which made me breathe in hard…. well -do I need to go on?  It sucks.

It does settle down after awhile tho and thankfully, I was in a hospital where they could help me manage the pain and coughing.  Another 350 ccs were taken the following day (Sat) and they finally sent me home.

How sweet home is!  After a real shower, some clean jammies donned, I spent the rest of the weekend on my wonderfully narcotic couch.  It was Heavenly.

The idea was to drain fluid every other day, but in the days that followed we found the need to drain daily.  850 ccs on Tuesday, 800 on Wednesday and another 750 today.  Already we are experiencing issues with the insurance company covering these supplies and I’ve had to chase down a home health company to come change the bandages.  Ugh! This is the last thing I need to deal with now.

I got a ride to chemo today and sucked it up and let my son-in-law scoot me around in a wheelchair.  I had no choice really.  It was all I could do to with my limited breath.  He drained me after I got home and now I feel much better.

OK-tired now.  I hope most of this made sense.  Many have reached out to ask how I’m doing so I knew it was time to post something.  Please don’t be offended if you don’t hear back from me -or get a quickie reply like a thumbs up.  My best wakeful hours are devoted to doing my job and the rest of the time you just never know if I’m awake, snoozing, just tired, in the middle of coughing…etc.

Rest assured, if things were NOT ok -Ariel would let people know.

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Chemo Fatigue

How you doing today?  Feeling any better?

I LOVE that people care and check in on me – I really do.  But on “chemo fatigue day” I would throw my phone across the room every time I get one of these message…if I only could.

I think everyone knows that fatigue is one of the most common side effects of most chemos.  And this fatigue is different for each drug and different for each person.  So I know there is no way anyone could possibly know what it’s like and am not upset at your good intentions.

So this is a quick post to try to help explain.

Oncologists know that this fatigue usually takes a day or two to set in which is why they schedule treatments for working people on Thursdays and Fridays – so it hits on the weekend and won’t disrupt your job.  Last time around, I was in much better shape and able to exercise thru it which helps minimize it.

Last time, when the fatigue hit on Sat, I would sit and stare at my shoes and force-ably will myself to put them on and go for a walk.  It helped.

This time, if I can get my head off the pillow at all in the morning it’s a miracle.  Seriously,  even finding the energy to lift my phone up to look to see who just texted me takes the breath out of me.  Literally.

So please do not be offended or worried if I do not respond to texts or calls on chemo fatigue Saturdays.  Luckily, it seems to only happen monthly – when I get BOTH chemo and Keytruda on the same treatment.  Sure, I get tired on chemo weeks only, but it’s a double whammy once a month.

I will endeavor to remember to post on FB when it’s a chemo fatigue weekend so you can check if I don’t respond to your text.  Thank you for your understanding and your continued prayers!

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Lung Doc Visit

“I’m sorry, the doctor is running late.  There are three patients in front of you.”  The reception girl didn’t LOOK at all sorry and if I had the strength I would reached across the counter and slapped her.

But I could barely breathe let alone talk.  I had chemo earlier that day and finished up with more than enough time before this appointment, but not enough time to go home and come back – like I had the energy to do that.  So I had been sitting in that waiting room in an uncomfortable chair for over an hour before my appointment time even came up.

Given the option to sit and wait longer or reschedule my appointment I shuffled back to my chair and tried to stop the tears from streaming down my face.  What the heck?  This new chemo makes me over emotional -coupled with being over tired and sick.  Ugh!

At least the doctor was a kind and educated man.  He was also a talker.  Hmm -maybe why he was running late?  Anyway -he asked me a bunch of relevant questions, listened to my lungs then left to go review my scans.  The long and short of it is that he set up an appointment the next morning to get fluid drained out of my chest cavity.  The fluid would be sent to a lab where they can better determine what is causing this build up.  Apparently, no scan can really tell them the difference between pneumonia and tumor fluid.  But they can send the actual fluid out to get some answers.  FINALLY.

So after another sleepless night, I was back at the hospital to get my Thoracentesis procedure done.  This is done in radiology and you are awake through the entire process.  Everyone kept asking me if this was my first time – which worried me…ALOT.

They have you sit on the edge of a hospital bed and have you lean on a bedside table that is raised up high enough to keep you upright.  First, they check the area with an ultrasound (why is that gel ALWAYS cold??) to see how much fluid might be in there.  I was told yup – there was enough to need draining.

Next, they sterilize the area – just below where the lungs would be.  On my back, but mostly on the side.  Then, they inject you with some Lidocaine to numb you up and insert a small catheter.  I got to watch this process on the ultrasound.  I didn’t feel anything but could see the dark area (indicating the fluid) slowly get smaller.  I wish they would let me take a picture but alas -no such luck.  Perhaps I can find something online.

I was warned that they know when to stop when I start coughing.  Apparently, your lung gets used to floating around in liquid and gets highly irritated when that fluid goes away and the lung touches the chest wall again.  I told them when I started to feel a dull ache but when that coughing started – HOLY COW!!

In a matter of seconds, the coughing turned into gasping coughing thinking I can’t breathe and am gonna die right there kind of coughing.  They immediately stopped and helped calm me by saying it was normal and I would be ok.  I was told they didn’t get it all because my body obviously wouldn’t tolerate any more.  But they showed me the bag they filled.  900 ccs total!  I was amazed.  Where was it all??

The tech told me that he once took out 1.5 LITERS of fluid out of someone once!  And they also do this procedure for belly fluid.  One guy who thought he just had a beer belly had 5 GALLONS of fluid taken out.  Man!  Instant weight loss!

I was really hoping that I would instantly feel better – like ahhhhh! (angels singing)  But no.  They said it can take a few hours for my lung to re-inflate and that I WILL hurt for a while.  They sent me to an x-ray right after to make sure my lung did respond well and then sent me home when the picture came satisfactory.

I guess worse case scenario, the lung completely deflates in which case they would put in a chest tube and keep me over night.  Egads!

So I’m home now.  My right lung still hurts and I still have coughing fits, but for the most part I DO feel better.  My head feels a bit clearer and I can take deeper breaths without coughing.  I am SO looking forward to seeing if this helps me sleep tonight.  I’m sure I will notice a difference tomorrow.

This was a before and a REALLY before pic. I was hoping to see what i looks like now, but was not given those scans today.

So that “is this your first time” question they kept asking me…. well, chances are pretty good that this will not be the only time I will need this done.   Even if this was mostly caused by pneumonia, the mere fact that I have lung cancer will likely cause more fluid build up in the future.  See Pleural Effusion.

Thank you for all the concerned texts and check ins.  I will try to keep this blog updated more quickly.  Please continue those prayers!  ❤


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What’s it REALLY like?

Have you ever had that milk you were drinking “go down the wrong tube?”  Or get smacked unexpectedly in the face with a big wave while at the beach?  Or worse –  been screwing around with your friends in the pool and nearly drown?  Remember that gasping for breath and coughing so hard you almost threw up?

That’s about the best I can describe this.  But now add to it that once the coughing is done, you gasp for breath for another several minutes till you can calm your lungs down.  Coughing up fluid is best.  At least that doesn’t raunch your throat so much.  And it makes it feel like the cough was “worth it”.  Finally coughing up fluid takes some pressure off your lung which constantly hurts now.

My visit to the ER revealed that half of my right lung is partially collapsed and filled with fluid.  I’ve learned that actually laying on that painful side makes the hurt subside and laying DOWN on that side helps to bring the fluid to the top of my lungs, making it easier to cough out.  I SO can’t wait to see the pulmonary specialist today after chemo.  I have hopes he will be to do something (perhaps drain the lung?) to make breathing easier again.

Sure, the physical part of this sucks, but it’s the over all “it’s kickin my butt” thing that bothers me most.  I’m the girl who used to be so chipper in the mornings.  I used to go for 2 miles walks daily – even thru chemo.  I used to be active and fun.

Now, I walk up the stairs like an old lady and spend several minutes gasping when I reach the top.  My heart rate soars, my body temperature raises and the worse thing – I gave birth years ago and am one those women who never “recovered” so I now have to wear pads all the time for the cough leaks.  Aarrgh!  I feel so damn OLD.

Now, I need help cleaning my house, cooking, walking…etc.  My brain (though admittedly not as quick these days) works just fine, but my body is betraying me.  So I’ve had to learn to deal with people checking in on me, coming to help me, looking at me with such pity.

What gets me through this (other than God, of course) is knowing that I would be all over helping my friends if the roles were reversed.  I’m learning to shove down my pride and be grateful to have such wonderful people in my life.

But just so you know – I AM keeping score!  I have every intention of being able to pay it back (or forward) when I get better.

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Chemo Round 2 and the ER

I see the concern in my oncologist’s eyes as he listens to me barely able to squeak out the answers to his questions.  My daughter told me that last she came to chemo with me that he has a terrible poker face.  She’s right.

I had asked him if it was time for a stronger antibiotic to kick this pneumonia out for good.  It was kickin my butt and I’d been feeling weaker and weaker as the days went on.  Although I had been running a low grade fever on and off for the last few weeks, I didn’t happen to have one now so he was suspicious.  And he didn’t want to give me more antibiotics if they wouldn’t help me.

In the end, after listening to my wheezing and coughing, he told me we would do the chemo today and then he was sending me to the ER after.

Lucky for me, the hospital is RIGHT NEXT to the clinic.  In fact, they are joined by a serious of tunnels and hallways so I could leave my car there and simply walk over.

If I could walk that far.  One of the chemo nurses ended up wheeling me over in a wheelchair when chemo was done.  That was about 4:30.  I texted my father who had just driven in from KY to spend the weekend with me to let him know what was going on.  Thankfully, I left a key under the mat for him just in case chemo went long so at least he wasn’t stuck in his car waiting for me.  I told him to settle in and that I would let him know when I was finally seen.

For someone having trouble breathing, wearing a face mask is not pleasant.  But the flu is an epidemic right now and that ER waiting room was full of coughing people.  I found a little corner and settled in.  I will spare you details of the ER waiting game.  Suffice it to say that I did not get home until 2 am.

By the time I was finally called back, my boyfriend has finished work, picked up my father and took him out for dinner.  It was a small room with an “easy chair” in it but at least it was quiet and all mine.  Several different nurses/tech/docs came in and out to take vitals and blood work.  The chemo ward had left my port accessed but apparently one of the blood tests they were doing to check for various infections I may have needed to be drawn from two different locations so despite the port, I got stabbed in the crook of my arm anyway.  He had a light touch so it wasn’t bad.

At some point, my dad was brought back to the room.  They had finished dinner and came to hang with me.  They had said there was only room for one so Simon waited in the lobby.  It turns out that the room I was in had a second door that opened to the lobby so we snuck him in anyway.  Once Simon was back with us no one told him to leave.

While waiting for someone to get me to take me for a chest x-ray, a respiratory person came in to give me a nebulizer breathing treatment.  That was interesting.  It didn’t taste great, and it made me cough a bit.  But the nurse who listened to my lungs at the beginning of the treatment and said that everything sounded clear, told me she could now hear wheezing.  The treatment was designed to help break up the mucus inside so I could cough it out.

They also swabbed my nose to check for the flu.  THAT was unpleasant!  I think they actually got some brain matter on the swab!

Someone came with a wheelchair to take me to X-ray.  It was quick and easy.  As long as I could sit quietly and not talk, I was pretty ok.  Unfortunately, every darn person who walked in the room wanted to me tell them why I was there.  I wish I just recorded myself the first time.

I was finally brought to a real room with a bed in the ER.  I did not see this a good sign.  I was hoping they would just tell me I had the flu and send me home, or confirm the pneumonia and give me that antibiotic.  But I was told that the only reason I didn’t get a “real room” before was that there were none open.  At least now I had an uncomfy skinny hospital to lie on and someone brought me a wonderful warmed blanket.  I was having trouble keeping my eyes open but was no where NEAR being able to sleep.  So the three of sat around watching TV while we waited for the next step.

I had another two breathing treatments in the room.  They really did help and my chest began to feel less tight.  Someone came in to tell me that the Xray DID show  issues, but that couldn’t differentiate between the cancer stuff and potential Pneumonia stuff.  It all shows up as opaque whiteness.  So they wanted to give me a CT scan to get a better idea what the deal was.

This did not come as any surprise to me.  In fact, my onco had told me he would need one before prescribing any more antibiotics but if HE had set it up it would not have gotten done till next week.  He knew the ER would give me all the tests I needed that night.  Plus, they could give me some immediate breathing relief.

It was after 10:30 pm by that time, so we sent my dad home so he could get some sleep.  I was told that they could NOT use my port for the contrast dye because they did not know with what size/kind of needle it had been accessed with.  So guess what?  Another stick in the crook of my arm.  This time, it hurt so bad that I cried out and immediately teared up.  I HATE when that happens.

The CT scan (my third now with a month) went quickly.  Although I had a coughing fit while lying in the machine, the tech said it was all good and they got good images.  I was wheeled back to the room to wait for the results.

Simon and I napped a little while we waited.  I was SO ready for someone to come in to tell me that pneumonia was worse, take all these ports and needles out of me and send me home to my own comfy bed with an uber antibiotic.  Soon the constant nose drip, the sore throat, the constant coughing and mucus would stop and I would finally be able to get a decent night’s sleep so I could get my immune system in shape to help the Keytruda I will be getting next week.

Instead, when the ER doc finally came in to talk to me, the news I got was that I did NOT have pneumonia any more.  I did not have the flu.  My breathing problems were coming from the lungs mets.  In fact, half my right lung is filled with fluid (called pleural effusion) and is partially collapsed.  Of course I was devastated.

BUT.  At least now we have a handle on the situation and know how to move forward.  They finally unpincushioned me and sent me home.  The breathing treatments had eased my discomfort and I knew I was going straight to bed.  Still, I didn’t sleep any better that night.  The ER doc called at 3 AM!!! to check on me.  She kept asking if I was ok and comfortable and that I should come back if I wasn’t.  Leave my comfy couch to go back there?  HELL NO!!

The next morning, Miss Google Queen looked up any home treatments I might try to help until I was able to get an appt with a lung specialist.  My onco had told me he would get me set up with someone when he sent me to the ER.  We both knew I would need this at some point anyway.

I found the usual anti-inflammatory herbs and such to help keep the fluid down, but the best thing I found was a simple breathing exercise.  Take as deep a breath as I can – hold it for 10 seconds (NOT easy since it immediately me want to cough!) and THEN cough it out.  Sure enough, doing this makes me actually cough up bits of the fluid.  They suggest doing this 10 times a row every hour till symptoms ease.  READ HERE

I could tell it works as I am coughing up little bits each time. But man!  This coughing is taking a toll on me.  It wears me out big time.  And now my right side hurts – I’m sure where the fluid is being forced out.  So I’m not sure if this pain is good or bad.  Still – doing this exercise cleared things out well enough that I was actually able to get a bit of sleep last night.  Woohoo.

So many friends and family are checking on me -thank you.  It’s a bit surreal to be well aware of the fact that I may not make it through this.  That it is likely.  Every time someone else says they want to come visit I know why.  I want to say no, no.  I’m fine.  But this weekend made me realize that it is SO much harder to do things on my own.

I’m sure things will get better once I see the lung doc.  I get my second Keytruda treatment next week and now I know that there is no pneumonia getting in the way.  I will spend the time doing everything I can to build up my immune system.

Please keep those prayers coming!

I get to be a couch potato!

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As you can imagine, I’ve had some serious life/death discussions with people lately.  I’m thankful for the people who feel comfortable enough with me to have these talks.  Most people want to be POSITIVE and uplifting and OMG -you can’t talk about potential impending death at the same time.

But I believe you CAN.  It all comes down to how you view things.  And talking about death doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen tomorrow or that you are giving up your struggle to stay alive.  In fact -I want to have this talk about death to put all your minds at ease.

“You are so strong and such a fighter – you WILL beat this.”  “But you are such a good person – it’s not FAIR this is happening to you.”  “How could a loving God let this happen?”  “If your faith is strong enough God WILL heal you!”

I’ve heard all these statements more than a few times.  If you will bear with me, I’d like to address them all and explain why each one makes me roll my eyes.

You are a strong fighter and you will beat this.  I agree that I am a strong fighter and I am not about to go quietly into that dark night.  HOWEVER.  I am not a superhero.  My body has limitations.  Even the strongest man on earth can be felled by a microscopic virus.  I think a person’s strength has more to do with how they handle their body failing them.  No matter how crappy you feel there is no excuse to treat others badly.  And you can still find ways to be a blessing to others even if the darkest days.  THAT is strength.  And it’s not gonna save me from the eventuality of death. No amount of physical or emotional strength can do that.  So please stop telling me I can BEAT cancer.  That’s not up to me and if I fail I don’t want you to think I wasn’t “strong enough”.

You are such a good person – it’s not FAIR this is happening to you.  First of all -thanks for thinking that.  HOWEVER.  Who is to judge who is “good” and what “is fair” other than God.  And God never promises any of us a fair, good, pain-free, perfect happy life.  If you are one of the rare people who have actually never experienced hardship or heartache, sickness or loss then WOW -consider yourself lucky!  I think the hardship and horrors I have experienced in life have actually MADE me a better person.  Like my daughter’s tattoo says:  What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.   I hate those commercials that say you should buy or do something because you DESERVE to be happy.  Really?  Says who?  Maybe it IS fair that I got cancer.  Lord knows I abused my body with cigarettes (back in the day), alcohol, too much food, toxins, stress….etc.  If I’m honest -I really DID “deserve” to get cancer.  And it is kinda “fair”.

How could a loving God let this happen? I know that God has always been there in my life.  And I am ashamed to say that when things are going great, I tend to forget about putting Him first and giving him the credit.  I tend to forget about my purpose on this planet – to serve Him.  I get complacent.  And because He loves me and wants me to remember Him, I have gotten “God smacked” more than a few times.  Oh how I turn to Him when things suck!  How I pray and ask for His help.  Personally, I think the crappy things that have been allowed to happen to me were little nudges for me to come back to Him.  I thank Him for that!  Which is better?  A hard life where in the end God welcomes me with opens arms and calls me daughter… or a wonderful life where in the end God doesn’t even know who I am cuz I was too busy enjoying life than getting to know Him?

If your faith is strong enough God WILL heal you!  This saying bugs me the most.  On one hand, I agree – “Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20).  But this verse talks about why the apostles couldn’t drive out a demon on their own.  It wasn’t JUST their faith – it’s the “on their own” part that is more important.  I have great faith.  God knows it.  He knows I trust in Him complicity.  Sure, I have asked Him to heal me and I absolutely KNOW that He could – IF He wanted to.

THAT’S the part these “by the stripes of Jesus” fanatics tend to forget.  You can’t DEMAND that God do what YOU want.  He is God and you know only an infinitesimally small part of the picture He is painting.  Maybe it is His plan that I die early from this.  Maybe not.  Maybe He is using this illness to reach someone else.  Maybe my purpose on this earth is even smaller than that.  Maybe I am Mother Theresa’s great grandmother whom no ones knows or cares about and may not have done a single great thing in her life -other than give birth to one of the people who would bring a really amazing godly person in to the earth who affected millions.  In the olden days, I longed to be famous. To be someone great.  Now, I am just happy to be redeemed and know whatever small part I play in the grand scheme of things, it matters to God.  And that’s all that matters.

Some people chose to blame God for their ills.  To no longer believe in Him if He doesn’t grant their fervent prayer.  That’s not me and never will be -no matter how ugly this may end up being.  Sure, I’d rather die peacefully in my sleep at a ripe old age.  But if I don’t and if the end brings me some serious suffering…. well -it’s still a small price to pay for the suffering Christ did for me and the prize at the end of it all because of His sacrifice.

So please, when my life finally does end -let there be rejoicing at my funeral, not sadness!  For I will be happy, pain free and in my Father’s arms waiting for all of you to join me.

I’m at the very end of this video…that tiny little dot…

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Keytruda #1

OK, I’m not gonna lie.  These last few weeks have really sucked.

At my last writing I had said that I wasn’t suffering any chemo/Keytruda side effects.  That was on Friday.  Saturday was a completely different story.  I woke up (and I used that term loosely for someone who spent most of the night coughing)  Saturday morning feeling like death warmed over.  The only reason I even got out of bed was that I knew the kids were coming over.  I think I got dressed.  I shuffled down to the couch and there I laid barely able to raise my head let alone keep my eyes open, for the rest of the day.

It didn’t occur to me till the next day when I had a massive improvement that apparently Saturday is “chemo fatigue day”.   It wasn’t so bad my first round of chemo but then again, the pneumonia wasn’t as bad then either.

It also took me a day or two (cut me slack man – my brain is oxygen and sleep deprived) to look up the side effects of Keytruda.  I had it in my head that the Keytruda is an immune booster and it would help me feel better.  WRONG.

The top three side effects are:  FATIGUE, COUGH and SHORTNESS OF BREATH.

Well crap.  Doesn’t THAT makes sense!  Now how am I supposed to know what symptoms are from the Keytruda or the Pneumonia?  Does it really matter?  Web says I should call the doctor if I get a fever over 100.4.  Well heck – I had that fever while I was at the doc’s office and all I was told was to alternate taking Ibuprofen and Tylenol till it goes down.

The next several days had been a routine of getting up, shuffling downstairs for some more water and force feed myself something so the uber antibiotics I was given would stay down.  Shuffle back upstairs and go to my office where I would sit in my chair with my head hanging down trying to catch my breath and not cough.  Bleah!  I felt like such an old lady.

I have a humidifier with me in any room.  It helps.  I have friends and an awesome boyfriend who check on me daily and make me dinner.  As much as I don’t feel like eating, I know the calories do me good and I always feel energized afterward.  I hate that I can’t walk more than 30 steps or so without getting winded.

So you can imagine with all this sitting around, how my house has slowly turned rotten.   You can also then imagine how ecstatic I was that one of my BFFs come for my birthday weekend.  I don’t want to embarrass her by going on and on about all she does for me but damn Gina!  Kris is great.

I know its hard for all my WI friends that I moved to so far away.  So many of you help in other ways that I appreciate too so please don’t feel the need to travel down here.  Kris’ timing just happened to be super perfect.  She totally cleaned my house and made me a ton of meals that I can easily reheat.  She understood that I couldn’t do much but sit around and better still -understood that I could barely talk from all the coughing so she didn’t try to engage me too much and acted perfectly happy to sit with me and watch TV all night.

One of the things we watched was a cancer documentary.  It’s free on Amazon Prime.  It’s called “Cancer Can Be Killed“.  Something in the movie reminded me of an “alternative” treatment I had read about and actually tried for a few days then got bored and moved on.  Hydrogen Peroxide.  Please take a moment to read this article.  The doctor does a great job explaining all the science behind the molecules and such, where natural peroxide comes from, the differences in the 3% stuff you use on your boo boos and the 35% food grade that I am now ingesting.

Yes, ingesting.  Like 4-5 drops in a full glass of water -so don’t freak out.  If you read the article (which is just one of many I have researched on this topic), You will see how our modern day, first world bodies are quite oxygen deprived.  This super cheap treatment is something that would help improve us, our pets and plants.  Hydrogen peroxide is basically still a “miracle treatment” (not cure) for emphysema.   It has brought patients from needing a wheelchair and oxygen machines back to a relatively normal life.

It was remembering this and re-reading the article that made me go back to trying the treatment again.  I’ll admit it, I’m a “wants immediate obvious results” girl which is what made me give it up the last time.  Last time, I was relatively healthy.   I didn’t see any obvious results any more than one would see how eating a healthy diet keeps you healthy.

This time tho – I have pneumonia and was looking for anything that would help me breath better.  If it helps emphysema patients, it might help me….

Now yes, these are completely different  situations (those patients get infusions and I am merely ingesting a few drops).  But damn if I didn’t have a better night sleep and although I coughed even more in the morning, I finally coughed stuff OUT which felt great!  My voice was even improved a bit.  Two days into this treatment and I continue to improve and feel better.  This time, I will definitely keep this up even after the obvious improvement slows down.

I know this post has been a bit gloomy.  But how sick I had been feeling the last few weeks kinda leads to that.  It’s also why I haven’t been posting much on FB.  I didn’t want to worry anyone.

I DID do something fun this weekend on my birthday.  It relates to the other chemo side effect I’m dealing with.  I’ll just let the pics tell the story:


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