I don't normally swear on the blog, but yesterday evening I received a packet from Lindsey, my strategist with Take The Fight, with all of my UCLA medical records. After three attempts, we finally have the records that were originally requested two months ago. Getting medical records can be such a freaking headache. (Thank God for Lindsey!)
So yesterday evening, Danny and I dove into the records and read every single page. It was terrifying. It's never good to read, "Comment: The degree of cellularity and Ki67 labeling are worrisome." Or the other comment that the tumor is "highly vascular" which means there's a lot of blood flow to the tumor which is how it gets food to grow.
This morning I have been trying to redact my medical number from the pathology report and cytogenics report so that I can post them online, but I'm having trouble. After rereading both reports I decided to pull up my original reports from my first tumor resection to compare my Ki-67 and p53 percentages and both numbers have increased greatly. This sucks. This means that the tumor cells are proliferating much faster, and the tumor is much denser (as I understand it). Just when I'm feeling better from the surgery, and starting to gain confidence, I'm hit with a massive blow. I feel sick about it. I couldn't sleep until 2:00 am this morning, and my blood glucose is up into the 80's.
It might seem crazy to some that I'm reviewing over this stuff, and I do have to say that I wish I didn't know the facts, that I wish I was still ignorant, but it is so important for me to look at the exact DNA and abnormalities of my tumor so that I can target my treatments. It is terrifying to see that my tumor is becoming hungrier and thicker and a faster eater. "Slow down!", I want to say. "Chew your food 27 times before swallowing!"
I'm terrified and sad. That's just how life is, though. Ups and downs. Just when things are looking up (or you think they are), you get surprised and you have to change direction, work harder, or try to find a new solution to a problem.
Looking at the entire path & cyto reports make me really see the problems in my DNA, and its' inability to repair itself. This shiz is serious.
On a happier note, my house is swirling with the scent of peonies. Aunt Anne brought them from her garden. I have to say that the flowers are exactly what I need right now. Instead of crying, my throat will get tight, then I'll stick my nose in the peonies and take a big sniff. Thank God I don't have allergies.
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Ever since the second surgery I have felt like I wasn't going to beat this. I go in and out of trying to believe, of trying to de-stress, problem solve, and survive, but I can't seem to shake the uncanny feeling that this will be the death of me. Maybe I just need more treatments in my protocol, maybe I just don't know enough to be confident or that I just haven't researched how to fix some of my tumor's problems, but it all feels like such a long shot at this point. Not that I'm giving up - so far I just don't have it in me to give up - but I hate being so shaken, so unsure. It's not good for my soul.