This morning I woke up with a narcotics hangover: migraine, nausea, and the roaring return of the same exact pain. Maybe I shouldn't have done the celiac plexus block last Thursday, because that was supposed to reduce or eliminate my pain, but I've had continuous pain since immediately after the procedure. Maybe this pain now, my usual dull ache pancreas pain accompanied by sharp pains down the left side of my abdomen, is all from my enlarged spleen. My spleen: holding onto platelets and making me ache, the little sneak. Maybe it's all brought on my stress, and that's all my fault right now. Maybe if I meditated more or stopped freaking out about the future so much, pain wouldn't rear its ugly head so much.
Well, the truth is that today, I have no idea what I'm doing with my life (or what's left of it). I found out yesterday that I didn't get a new job I thought I deserved, but that I might have a very good chance at the next opportunity (for a lateral move with full-time hours, not a promotion or any position that actually uses my master's degree). Then I wonder, from in the middle of all this recent pain, whether I can really do full-time work while I'm still actively in treatment. Chemo takes a lot of time. For me, it's at least 5 hours every Monday afternoon for 2 weeks on, 1 week off. Then it's the infusion recovery, when I feel like shit and can't focus on much (so often don't make it to work), for at least a full day after infusion. Then, of course, I still have to take my chemo pills, morning and evening, every day for those 2 weeks on. Those aren't so awful, but they still drag me down.
And now if I need some kind of interventional radiology procedure (to "shunt" part of my enlarged spleen so it will release more platelets and boost my natural platelet count, or something like that), that will take at least a day, plus possibly another day for recovery, if it's as painful and traumatizing as my liver biopsy was (also done by interventional radiology). Seriously, their jobs must be the worst, because they basically stab sick people who are still awake. All you get is local anesthesia, then they come at you with an ultrasound wand and vicious needles. Only after doing this procedure and testing my blood counts again to be sure it worked, can I go back to chemo to continue my treatment. In the meantime, who knows how much pain I'll have to live with?
So should I even be trying to get a new job in the first place? Should I just sit tight where I am, focus on doing that job well, and leave myself plenty of time for self-care and treatment appointments and recovery time? It's true, cancer is a full-time job. Or at least a part-time one I'm trying to work in around my real part-time job. And all of this is so exhausting and demoralizing that after a while I just want to curl up in a ball and make somebody A) Take my cancer away and B) Make decisions about my life for me. And even after that, I'd probably still wonder whether anytime I'm spending time on (work, household misc., etc.) actually means anything valuable at all when I have a possibly terminal disease, on top of two other chronic illnesses.
This time, instead of curling into said ball, I decided to take a little drive to my favorite part of Baltimore, Hampden. I went to the shop my husband and I always walk through, more for old times' sake than for actual shopping. (This time, though, I did need a nice birthday card for him.) And I happened upon some silly little tchotchkes for sick people (in the get-well-soon greeting card and gift section of the store):
I ended up not buying any of these delightful little things, but now that I'm home and I've looked up their websites, I definitely respect what they do. Maybe I'll go back and get these, despite my initial misgivings. The little crossed fingers pin really hit me at the right moment. I was feeling so down and lost, so unsure of what I'm even doing with my life. At those times, it's helpful to see a reminder of that age-old convention: "things will work out fine." Then I thought to myself, ever practical, where will I even pin this? Will I ever wear it? (For $11?) Then my darker side kicked in and I wondered, do they really, the things? Will things really work out? Honestly, I don't know, and no one does. That's part of life as we know it. But maybe I don't need a constant reminder that I have zero control over my own future, and that blind faith in my idealistic dreams is exactly that: blind faith.
I was definitely happy to see any representation of a pancreas anywhere, but this keychain one is maybe a little too doofy and spiky at the same time. The liver pin is pretty great, though. If I worked in health care, I'd definitely wear these. I might wear them to PANCAN events. I don't think I'd wear them at work, next to my name badge. But that just might be because I'm not ready to invite conversation about my cancer with coworkers or members of the general public (I work in a public library). And I like the chemo IV bag decals, and really appreciate the story behind them, but I'm not sure that the Sidney Kimmel Comprehensive Cancer Center at Johns Hopkins would allow me to put stickers on my IV bags during chemo infusion. But, something like this sweet little felt brooch from yourorgangrinder on Etsy, yes, this I could get behind:
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