Leukoencephalopathy1It has been a little longer than usual since my last post. There have been a lot of things going on, a lot of good and developmental projects that have been taking up my time and creative energy. I have also been working on a special post that has been a little bit difficult for me to complete.

I would hope that it comes off pretty evidently that I am a positive, strong, passionate and genuinely happy person but it would be a mistake for someone to think that I was always that way. I may have always been positive, strong, passionate and happy but I didn’t really understand myself, who I was or how to use and appreciate all of these truths until I lost myself. And when I found myself again I was different, better than I was before, I was the person that I am now, today, and hopefully will remain for the rest of my life. Now, I would like to share with you all the story of how I died and came back to life.

I have decided to make this post in several parts, it is a lot for me to relive all at once and I’d imagine that it would be a lot for a reader to take in as well. There are also some delicate topics that I need to discuss and I want be sure to take the proper amount of time and care to translate them appropriately.

Just over a year ago this photograph was taken of me in the hospital. This image documents the most disturbing time in my life..

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..and here is the first part of the story:

I’d been planning a trip home, to Los Angeles, to visit my best friends. The tickets were purchased and all that I needed were some decent looking blood counts and a check off from my doctor. I wasn’t feeling well the morning of my appointment but that wasn’t exactly newsworthy, I mean I am a cancer patient. Things only got worse when the doctor told me I wasn’t going to be able to go on the trip I’d been planning. My counts just weren’t going to be where they needed to be and it would be too risky. Now, I’m not one to cry but I was pissed off, and if there’s anything that can bring me to tears its frustration. I rolled over on the examination table so I was facing the wall, tucked my legs knees up to my chest and quietly let a few tears out while waiting to be escorted to the procedure room.

I was still upset when they came to get me. I walked in to the room and laid down on the gurney, it was my last week of a four week cycle of spinal infusions. Comfortable with the routine at this point, I welcomed the anesthesia and the brief moments of peaceful and deep sleep that awaited me. But this was not just another routine back poke.

I woke up in the recovery room. Everything seemed normal at first, but I couldn’t shake the fogginess of sleep from my eyes. I didn’t seem to be able to focus my eyes on anything. No stranger to unusual body sensations, I tried to calm myself down, telling myself that it was just a sensation and it would pass. But it wasn’t passing. Our scheduler, Camie, came by and introduced herself. I’d heard of her and my mother had met her but I had not until this moment. When she walked away I laid back down on the gurney and realized that I had no recollection of what she looked like. I had just looked at this woman and had a brief conversation with her but I couldn’t remember what she looked like at all. That’s when I knew something was wrong, really wrong.

I turned to my mother and told her that their was something not right, I didn’t know what but something was not right and I needed a doctor. I tried to explain what happened but they doctors didn’t seem to be understanding. It just seemed like the cognitive functions of my brain weren’t working, my eyes weren’t working. After that all I remember is patches. I really had to go pee but I couldn’t go. They were trying to get me to take some medicine but I wouldn’t or couldn’t do it. I vaguely remember going in for the MRI and CT scans. The next time I was fully cognizant was later that night when I woke up in a hospital room with an NG tube shoved down my nose. I quickly decided that those were the worst things ever. Have you ever swallowed a bit of spaghetti and had a long piece of noodle get caught going down your throat, and then you kind of have to pull it back up from the end that’s still in your mouth? Yeah, children live weeks on end like that.

And the party didn’t stop there, having not yet decided what was wrong with me, my doctors decided to give me a dose of Vancomycin in case of a blood stream infection. While my pump was administering the dose my mom took the time to fill me in on what exactly had happened while I was unconscious. Specifically my constant whining about needing to use the restroom and the nursing staff’s various attempts to allow me to do so. None of which actually included taking me to the bathroom which is why I refused all of them (or so I imagine as I was unconcious). While we were talking I began to feel very hot and itchy, an allergic reaction to the antibiotic running through my veins (as if I hadn’t had enough!). The nurse came in to give me a dose of Benadryl to counteract the effects, consequentially knocking me out once more.

~To be continued~

This is only the first day of a two week long nightmare that will be with me for the rest of my life. Check back for part 2 later this week!

xoxo Kathy

NPR TFIOS Interview

Hello friends!

If you read my last post, you’d know that I have been taking advantage of some really great opportunities lately! One of which, was participating in an interview with NPR about The Fault In Our Stars (perfect timing since I just finished my review of the book and saw the movie). NPR’s Nancy Shute wanted to write an article comparing the way that YA/teen life with cancer is shown in TFIOS to what it is like in real life, so they contacted my hospital. They gathered a few patients who fit the age group and had read the book in order to get their perception. I was one of those patients, and it just so happened that I only read the book so that I could make those comparisons on my own blog!

Of course, I am very grateful for having had the chance to participate in this interview. It is exciting to me that a larger platform like NPR would do a story like this, drawing attention to the fact that what we see on TV and in movies is not always the truth, especially when it pertains to cancer. You can read the NPR article, written by Nancy Shute, here. If you took a moment to read it, you might notice that I did not have an answer to every question. In fact, I was not asked every question that they included, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have an answer! So I thought that it would be fun to answer all of the questions here on my own blog.

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So is the movie version of cancer anything like cancer in real life?

I was weary of the movie because blockbuster cancer movies are typically unrealistic and over-dramatic. For example, they hang giant bags of horrible looking red chemo all over, people are constantly vomiting, and that’s just not how it is. I was so relieved and surprised to see that they didn’t do that! I feel strongly about this because I had a hard time convincing myself to sign the papers necessary so that I could begin chemotherapy because the only perceptions of chemo and cancer that I had were from movies and television. My nurses literally had to tell me, ‘If you’re thinking it’s like what you see on TV, it isn’t.’ I had this warped perception of how the chemotherapy would affect me. I don’t want other people to feel that way.

Truthfully, the movie doesn’t show much of what cancer, in terms of chemotherapy, is like. Neither of the two main characters are going through intense chemotherapy for the majority of the movie, this is also why they have full heads of hair. Instead, the movie focuses on life after cancer, or at least, a more stable prognosis. It shows more of the mental and emotional struggles that us cancer patients face, especially at the teen/young adult age. Of course, everyone’s experience with cancer (mentally, emotionally, physically) is different, but I thought that this was a good, realistic representation of what someone could go through.

Hazel and Gus joke about “cancer perks” and the “stereotypical Disney wish.” Did you get those?

Being over the age of eighteen at diagnosis I did not get a Make A Wish, Children’s hospital or no. To be honest I didn’t even know that everyone got a wish. Also, I was in Disneyland the week before I got diagnosed, so I don’t think I would have asked for that even if I did get a wish. I do really relate to “cancer perks,” it is something I say and hashtag on my Instagram posts. I think those kinds of sarcastic, ironic remarks are just part of being a young person with cancer!

Loneliness is a real theme for Hazel, the idea that she’s so isolated from regular teenage life. Did that happen to you?

When I got diagnosed, I was living in a different state than my family. I was just beginning my life and building my own community. Deciding to get treatment back at home with my family meant leaving my best friends and my independent life behind. I was never alone, but I definitely felt and still feel that I don’t have that social aspect in my life here, not with people my age. I don’t even know where to make friends now that I am not in school. I don’t feel like anyone isolated me on purpose, but I do feel isolated sometimes watching my friends go out and have fun without me. I know that they are still my best friends and that I will be able to get back to them soon.

Let’s talk hair. Did it bother you that Hazel made it through the movie with a full head of hair?

This did not bother me. People who go through chemotherapy do not always lost their hair. I wouldn’t have expected Hazel to be bald because she is not going through high dose chemotherapy, she is on a maintenance drug. I have begun growing my hair back since starting maintenance chemotherapy (low dose). It would have been unrealistic, in my opinion, for her to be bald.

Do you think the movie will help teenagers and adults be better prepared for their own health crises?

When I was first diagnosed, I wracked my brain for anything that I knew about cancer, leukemia and chemo. Most prominently I thought of A Walk to Remember, a story about a girl who had leukemia, she dies. Then, My Sister’s Keeper, oh wait, she dies. There were a few TV shows I remembered like Sex and the City, Samantha gets breast cancer and is seen with a giant bag of bright red chemo going in to an IV, yuck. Also Parenthood, Christina gets breast cancer and spends weeks in front of the toilet barfing her guts out. If anything, these things made me more afraid than I already was for this new chapter in my life. I figured I could either die or wish I was dead from overwhelming amounts of nausea. So no, speaking from my own experience, I do not think that The Fault In Our Stars would prepare anyone for a health crisis. It is about a girl who is going to die and a boy who dies. And when you are sitting in your hospital bed thinking, what is going to happen to me? you are not going to think of Hazel or Gus and feel comforted. You are going to push them out of your mind and think about how strong you are, how you are different, how you can do this and that whatever happens you will be okay. I don’t know that anyone will ever be prepared to hear that they have cancer.

**I would like to note that I do not intend for this post to symbolize any kind of negativity towards NPR, Nancy Shute, or her article. I had a lovely conversation with Nancy and am so grateful to her for allowing me to participate as well as for touching on this subject matter at all! I just thought this would be a good follow up post for my blog.**

Thanks for checking this out everyone, would love to know your thoughts/answers to these questions too! Comment below if you’ve got something to add!

xoxo Kathy