Implant?

In the early morning hours of yesterday (Thursday) I dragged my tired self out of bed, showered, and got dressed to take my husband to the the hospital Oncology clinic for his implants. (https://alostwifesjourney.blogspot.com/2019/08/what-what-up-butt-slightly-naughty.html)

Sure, we both grumble about these early morning hours for tests and such, but it's kind of a new "normal" for us. Neither of us really slept well, but, again, new "normal."

For all pre-prep it took, and all the paperwork, the actual procedure was maybe 10 minutes.  In fact, I had just gotten settled when he walked out of the procedure room. This was the first time I wasn't allowed to go in with him, not that I minded.

We left our house at 7:30, and we got home about 9:15. He went straight to bed, and I stayed up to have some breakfast, and then joined him in bed.  When I got up, I did some research on our weekend plans.

Weekend Plans?

Saturday (the 14th) is 6 years to the day that we got married, and if you think about it, it's kind of sad that we're celebrating it by doing an item on our "Bucket List," but that's what we're doing. The plan is that I'll drive and activities we do together will depend on how he's feeling. I've picked out one activity I can do solo, so the plan is to do it when he's resting. I might add more once we get there, but we'll see. Most of the activities planned don't require lots of walking, and it seems that walking (or any physical activity) wears him out quickly, and then he gets (understandably) cranky like a toddler in need of a nap.

We just want to make memories and enjoy each other's company in a relaxed environment. The important thing (what I'm telling myself) is that we don't place expectations on each other. I so want this to be pleasant and fun, but I worry, because, well, that's what wives do when their husband is seriously ill.

We should be home by Tuesday (the17th) at the latest.

Playing our song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KT-r2vHeMM

While I Was Sleeping

My husband and I are mostly on different sleep schedules. It can suck, and we frequently miss out on important things for each other.

Like this morning. I don't know when it happened, but I do know that shortly after my 10:35AM alarm went off, my husband walked into the bedroom, and I sang him a special version of "Good Morning Merry Sunshine" which made him smile, and then he asked me if I saw the new event on my Calendar.

I was still in bed and groggy, so I answered no, so he told me.

The Radiation Oncology Specialist called him and gave him an appointment for tomorrow(!) morning! Naturally, it's at the butt crack of dawn, and we have to leave the house at 8AM, but just the fact they gave him one so soon makes me happy.

So, onward we go, no wait necessary!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Q9Gou6d9Uo

Does "Absence Make The Heart Grow Fonder"

Or is it "Out of Sight, Out of mind?"

Either way, here I am. My husband's health has been all over the place.  The Lupron injection raised my husband's testosterone to over 500, so he continued on Casodex  until June 20th.

You know how sometimes life just floats along with no surprises and stays quiet, relatively speaking? Well, that had been life at home until mid-June, when all hell broke loose at once.

This blog was intended to talk about my husband's health, and my concerns, so I could stay calm, butso many other things happened too, so here I am, going a little crazy.

Let's stay with my husband first: Between May and June, he had a sonogram and biopsy of his pelvic lymph glands. Those results were inconclusive, so he needs another one.  Approval from insurance takes forever, so we're still waiting.  At his June appointment, we were given some very good news.  His PSA is down to 4.1 (4 is "normal" 0 is target) and his testosterone is down to 25 (50 was target) so apparently, his numbers are good. We just hope they stay that way.

Now me: Have you ever heard the phrase "Lead By Example?" Since June 14th, I've been working on a health project for myself, and it includes taking supplements, taking my blood sugar every morning, and a nutrition chart, including fluid intake. Each chart is for a week, and my blood sugar goal is <145 at least 5 days a week, and I've met that goal,other than the first week, which was rough, but I've never gone over 160. When my husband saw what I was doing, he started doing the same (taking his blood sugar) unfortunately, his numbers have been about 450+ most days, so he was prescribed insulin a few days ago.  We see his doctor later today.  Did I mention that I didn't sleep last night?

It seems like there's a lot of hurry up and wait when it comes to my husband's cancer, and that's why there's been no journal entries.

I nearly forgot! On June 17th, my ex-husband was hit by a car on his way to work. He was riding his bicycle, and the driver didn't stop. He called me to pick him up and I was shocked by all the blood. He was off work until this past Monday (July 1st) Just another part of all hell breaking loose.

Of Note:

Since receiving the Lupron injection, my husband has had a few more good days than before, although he still has sick days more than we would like.  I'm starting to theorize that his out of control diabetes has something to do with it. 

I think I'll go back to bed now.

Some Nights Are Like This

It's well after 3AM on a Sunday, and I can't sleep. I feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I'm feeling more worried than usual, and I'm not sure why. Uneasiness will often creep in at the strangest times.  I get it. How could I not be worried?  My Husband has cancer, and even though I work hard to not let that fact color my life and thoughts, sometimes it does. 

Is he dying? Well, we're all dying. Some faster than others. Death is an unpredictable thing, but we're all going to do it (die) sooner or later.  I remember being about 12 and waking up in the middle of the night crying, and my mother came in my room when she heard me sobbing.  "I don't want to die!" I said. She reassured me that I had a long life ahead of me and to not worry about it. I've been close to death a few times since then, but medical science is amazing.  I don't worry much about my death these days, but I still do worry about death, especially as I watch my friends in their 50's and 60's die of all sorts of things.

So, yeah, I worry, and sometimes the worry keeps me up at night, as if my staying awake at night is going to help it.  (Spoiler Alert: It's not!) He saw me get out of bed, and get dressed to come into the kitchen where the computer is.  He asked my why, and I told him I couldn't sleep. What I didn't say is how worried I am. Some would say needlessly, but I think I have just cause. Hey! It's my life, and my nightmare, and I reserve the right to feel how I do. It doesn't have to make sense to anyone else. 

Just over 2 weeks ago, our Best Man died. His wife was my Maid of Honor.  They got married a little over 2 years ago. He was 62, same age as my husband. She's 5 years younger than me (52) and yes, he had a chronic condition, but he wasn't particularly ill at that moment. She's lost, easily as lost as I would be if my Husband died, maybe moreso. I don't know how she feels. I've even said as much to her, and I can only imagine her grief and despair. I have  what I call "anticipatory grief and despair." Mourning a loss before it comes. 

I had it when my oldest sister was dying. She was very sick for a few years, and I was her caregiver. I would often cry alone at night, knowing that one day (maybe today?) would be her last, and even with all my mental preparation, the day she died, it caught me by surprise. I told her friend "I thought she had a few more days" when explaining why she didn't need to come for her planned visit in a few days.

I don't know if writing this helps me or not, but it clears my head a little. Speaking of writing, I carried on 4 separate text conversations on Saturday afternoon.  It might not seen unusual to anyone reading this, until you realize just how much I hate texting. I detest it. Yet, I did it, because it was practical at the moment. None of them were particularly bright and pleasant, mostly commiserating about life and death, and bills, but I wrote a few gems, and I would be remiss if I didn't share what I wrote.

"You are living my worst nightmare, and knowing that is so very hard. I just want to give you what I think I would want. I have deep feels for you."

"Some people won't know what to say or how to act around you."

"You're just too damn young to have to go through all this."

"It's not like a divorce, where you know he's around someplace and you're trying things on your own, it's more like he skipped town and left you with nothing."

"I'm not trying to make light of this at all."

"I told her she is living my worst nightmare."

"I hope I can be there for you."

"Not much day to day stuff. Just the overall insanity."

"Some people are afraid it's contagious, so they just avoid discussing things with me. My friend gets the same thing."

"I don't mean literally contagious, I mean that they just don't know how to act, so they don't do much of anything. I don't blame them. It's scary. Besides, I know you're there if I really need you."

"You go through enough as it is, and I will admit that I've been pushing people away too. I'm not sad all the time like I was, but I still don't want people to see me like this."

"Cancer is just scary, especially when it can't be treated by surgery, and it's spread to parts unknown."

"How is he coming along?"

"Oh gawd, the hospital bills! Let's not even get started talking about that.. (squinting face) " 

"Pride? What's pride? I gave up on that one a long time ago. When you get old like me, you kind of give up on that one. It's easier to just relax."

Okay, now I feel better. Maybe I'll try to sleep.