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Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Even Less Sugar: The Post We All Knew Was Coming

How do I write this post? Is there a gentler way to say we have reached the end of things?

Ian's last appointment showed no tumor growth ... however it also confirmed what the doctor suspected; the immunotherapy drug has had no affect on the tumor, and Avastin, the anti-swelling drug, is all that is keeping it at bay.

"And tumors figure out Avastin rather quickly."

Quickly, as in months.

So there it is: we have months.

We will continue to receive MRIs/treatments every two weeks, as Ian's able to tolerate the travel and desires to do so. At some point those treatments will not be beneficial, either, but I think we do them as long as we can. 

When the tumor starts to ignore the Avastin, decline will take weeks. There will be further cognitive and mobility decrease, but not necessarily any pain (at some point one would think the pressure would cause pain, but I'm unclear on that).

Yesterday was a decent cognitive day for us ... which meant a good talk, although it meant a substantive talk, as I have to take the opportunity when it arises to talk about important things ... and so it was a tearful talk. We went over the past year, as he remembers none of it. I showed him pictures on the phone that went along with events, both in and out of hospitals. Goat, I read your fb post following the reunion dinner; he said thank you many times and wept.

Monday there was a (no kidding) murder on our street. It was quite the distraction from the reality of our situation. All the commotion and excitement gave the kids some breathing room after I sat them down and discussed our coming weeks and months. 

MY KIDS ARE AMAZING.

I am tired.

But we press on ... this is not "news," even in its finality. Ian does not fear death and awaits meeting his Savior. He's just a little sad.

What can you do?

* Check in on us. If you've "been meaning to visit," do it soon
* Shepherd the kids. Please treat them like NORMAL KIDS plus a little tenderness. You don't need to "be sure they know you know" or are available to listen - they know Mom gets the word out and most people know. Don't ask about their dad. You can ask about summer plans, school in general, books, legos ... You can say, "how are YOU doing?" and give a glance ... But then let it drop. You don't have to "watch what you say" but if you could avoid talking about cancer or funerals or that type of thing, that'd be super.
* Fill needs as they arise, when you can (rides for the kids when I can't leave are most needed over the summer, and distractions for them as well, especially when things go "bad").
* Sometimes I need to blow off steam. Sometimes I do the ostrich thing, sometimes I do the sleep all day thing. Sometimes I really need some funny. (Really, I can almost always use some funny.) I know you don't know what to say. That's okay. Say it anyway - I promise nothing will be wrong. You can't help you don't know what I'm going through, and I wouldn't want you to. Just don't be silent for want of what to say.

If you want to contribute tangibly, I think I singlehandedly keep amazon.com in business .... we can always uses GCs to that and Giant Eagle. We don't get out much, so GCs to local restaurants aren't of much use right now, and people are generous with providing us meals. Special porch treat surprises are always a beautiful hug for the day, as are flowers, now that they're blooming. Cards are MAIL! which is always good.

Be kind to one another. Small kindnesses and smiles. Keep perspective, in Ian's honor, about what matters, who matters, how you can show love to your fellow man. Hug your kids, smell the flowers, breathe the cool air. Ian would not want you to be sad for him, he would want you to wrap your arms around us and keep us afloat, and to pour out God's love to one another.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Even Less Sugar: Running Out of Respite

Hello, friends.

For the past two weeks, Ian has been working hard at rehab. This stint has looked different than others, as he has had some decline in ability and mobility, but still he has made measurable progress in some areas. 

I don't want to focus on the deficits other than to say: he doesn't walk, he transfers. He doesn't use his right arm/hand, but he can eat just fine with his left 😃 .

The biggest issue is, and will likely always be, his inonsistent braining. Yes, he has declined in this area overall, but its very unpredictable nature has made this quite the experience in navigation. 

Example: his physical fatigue is easily correlated to time of day and activity. Late in the day, don't ask him to stand much. Ok- good, we can work with that. 

But right out of the gate, in the morning, we have a 50/50 chance that his brain will be talking to his limbs. Is he able to follow directions ("move your right foot," "now sit down")? or are we going to struggle with each direction ("Your spoon, hon. Use your SPOON."  And if that's the case, (and this is important), how will things be in an hour?? 

In other words, we're up and down, day to day, as well as within the day. I say things like "good braining day," but that's oversimplifying this web of confusion we live in. 

On Sunday he will return home. He's anxious to do so; hospitals are lonely, and I think maybe much more so for someone who is frequently confused and/or has little short-term memory. (Not knowing what time of day it is, what day it is, who was in to visit, etc). 

Back at the house, I have people helping me getting things more Rev-Ready. An outside ramp is in the works, in-home therapy will begin, and we're still working on that stair glide and shower ... 

In short ... the hard work will begin again, in the home setting. I'm going to call on those who have offered to help so we can maintain sanity and maybe squeeze some normal into our days, at least for the kids' sake. 

(Caregiving burnout is a very real thing.)