Tuesday, December 8, 2009

chemo 11 update

CHEMO #11 DONE!

I am at home resting/working comfortably (well, as comfortable as possible given the chemo/white blood count shot and all the side effects). In addition to the minor emotional turmoil I have had to deal with over the past two weeks... yikes! But, all for the best, I really believe that more and more as each day passes!

Anyway, back on topic:

Wow. One more to go. I won't know if I am non-cancerous until January when I get my last PET scan, and we will go from there. I don't know what the next steps will be if there is still some cancer left inside. The options will include radiation, and/or a different (more intense) kind of chemo. If those don't work, there is a bone marrow transplant that can be performed. My doctor assures me that no matter what happens re: treatment, he will figure out how to cure me. This gives me a lot of confidence (though of course I would reeeeeaaallly love your support in sending the vibes to the universe that this was it and I will be done with all this and put it behind me come January!).





Friday, November 27, 2009

Positively Fourth Street is just about right

Dylan's my favorite poet:

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it


And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you

-Bob Dylan, Positively Fourth Street

Thursday, November 5, 2009

exhale

Well, today was... interesting.

My PET scan results are in: the nodes in my chest (mediastinum) have started to shrink a lot. and the cancer in my spine has been "resolved." That's great!! I was hoping for more impressive results, but this seems to be about 80% remission, and I still have four infusions left. I will get another scan at the end of the treatments to make sure it's all gone (and if not, to discuss radiation for the remaining bits).

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I realize I haven't updated this thing in a while, but my mom just asked for the link so I am gonna do a quick recap:


chemo #8 went off without a hitch. Except ... my favorite nurse, Heather, is leaving to go back to Cincinnati and that is pretty depressing. I have gotten a bit attached to her. I love the other ladies there, though, so I know it will be okay, but she was just so good at not hurting me... Sam brought me greek food and I totally ate the HELL out of it. It was delicious. He read me a story from the newspaper and it was pretty interesting! And to be continued!

I almost forgot to get my anti-nausea meds, again, but remembered about a block away so crisis averted. Friday I had some crazy ass meetings at work that made me forget to go back to the doctor and get my white blood count shot. This caused me some mild panic as it happened right in the EFFIN' MIDDLE of swine flu season, hah. I called the doc and he told me no dice, had to just go without it this time and to not get sick. Got it. So I have been working from home this week. Going in for a blood test tomorrow (Thurs) and we will take it from there. 

No real side effects from the chemo this time out of the ordinary-- sore and tired, but really guys, compared to chemo #1-4, this portion has been mild. 

epic PET Scan on Tuesday November 3rd at 9AM. Results on Thursday November 5th. I am gonna reserve my freaking out until the morning of the 5th, so please don't make it worse! I am sure it will be a good result. Let's keep positive.

That's all for now! 

Love,
T

Monday, September 28, 2009

Lockup: Raw


ah yes. the halfway point. six of twelve scheduled chemotherapy infusions have been completed and, as per the usual unwinding of my life, i find myself at times completely overwhelmed with fear of death and failure, and at times incandescently happy and forgetful of mortality. This post is to celebrate the ever-growing number of moments i am spending in the latter. 

Now that I have learned to manage the side effects of cancer, innumerable, as gracefully as possible (and to forgive myself when it is not possible to be graceful), my fear wanders to what happens next. What happens when the october scan comes back and there isn't any improvement? Or when my hair really does fall all the way out? Most of my time, however, is not spent wallowing, but rather spent in oblivious joy, pondering life and my place (certainly a vain exploit but one that provides endless entertainment for a curious mind).

The past few weeks since Fall has descended have been inexplicably rhythmic, the world has rotated a half-turn and suddenly everything marches in step. Words and ideas and people and films and the stories read aloud to me have entered the space within which I exist; once so solidly established (know thyself!), transformed so subtly by rhythm since the brutal summer's cacaphony. Nothing new on the outside save falling hair, but the inside churning, peacefully, if that is possible, to this new heartbeat. Imperceptible except to me and now to you, reader, as I confess it. To describe the change simply: I am feeling more and more blissful with every moment of uncertainty that passes. I have found a way to drill joy from a well of fear, knowledge from ignorance, and it is intoxicating. 

I am excited by life and what might happen, graceful or otherwise, knowing that fear, disappointment, relapse, impatience, frustration, are all part of it. Their presence, in unpredictable patterns interlaced with sweet and loving joy, makes the contrast rich and more meaningful. Makes life more meaningful. 

And so it goes...

 


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

exceptions to the rules


I am pretty sure that Legends of the Fall doesn't count against my no tv during the week policy. Right?  I mean, if you can't make exceptions for brad pitt with a ponytail and  horse, then you're too uptight....


Saturday, September 12, 2009

Why Pamper Life's Complexity When the Leather Runs Smooth on the Passenger Seat?


I took a break from chemo and pushed everything back by one week so I could go out with my buddies to Shenandoah (pics to come later on today or tomorrow). We arrived around noonish? to Loft Mountain and all the campsites were full! We had two cars full of beer, veggie burgers, copious chips and dips, tents, sleeping pads, etc. all roughly packed with the assumption that we would be parking about 50 feet from where we were sleeping. Alas, Plan B: I was incredibly impressed with Jake's nonchalance to the point where if any part of me had even an inkling of "what are we gonna do now" it disappeared when he pulled over, sauntered over to the driver's side of Saif's car and said "so, let's just keep driving up to the campsite and see what happens, and if not we can just do backcountry." I was quite satisfied with that attitude and went back to loving the sunshine and breeze in the convertible. 

No dice at the campsite gate, but a nice ranger gave us the rules for backcountry and told us to try again for a site in the morning. We checked in at the check-in place, and went on a scouting mission. Decided on the Frazier Discovery Trail and found a sweet flat spot to set up our tents. It was me, Saif, Jake, Galen, Mike, and Jack Daniels, of course. All went smoothly until night started falling and a (really, really nice!!!) park ranger came upon us and noted that we were a little too close to the edge of the 20ft from the trail rule, but we compromised a bit and he said goodnight. I really liked that ranger guy. That night we just packed in our essentials (read: beer, beans, headlamps, tents, sleeping bags/pads) and left the rest in the car. All was well. 4AM the rain came and we scrambled to put the fly on (I should say Jake, Saif, and Mike did, and I pulled in some stuff into the tent, I am not that functional at 4AM...). Slept great after that. We woke up a bit early (9AM) to pack out and to try and get a campsite. 

We arrived again at the campsite checkin place, scouted around and found a good empty site, and the same nice park ranger with an inexplicable set of bandages on his face and arms declared excitedly that we had found a real gem that overlooked the valley and had an unobstructed view of the sunset. We were pleased as punch. We settled in, pitched tents, loaded up the bear box, and laced up our boots for a really nice hike. 

I think it was about 8 miles? There were some cool waterfalls, or waterfalls that would have been cool if there was more water, hahah), but Jake and Galen were able to at least put their feet in the water, and we all ate peanut butter jelly sandwiches and chocolate granola bars on the rocks, and made some other "pit stops" ...

I was pretty exhausted when we got back to the tents and I was ready for my beer and french bath (e.g., strategic wet towel in the bathroom followed by deodorant, teeth brushing, and face washing). It was good enough for me to work up an appetite for that vegan sausage. Mike manned the grill brilliantly and then we drank a bunch and played Asshole. I am actually not too bad at that game, but I think Jake was the clear champion... Time to crash out again and I slept brilliantly. Woke up with some wormy dudes under my sleeping pad but wasn't too skeeved about it. It's the woods. Packed out Monday around noon and had a great drive home with a few pull-overs for some nice views. Around 2PM in the convertible, somewhere about 30 minutes from DC maybe, it started POURING. Saif can't put the top up when car is in motion, but he deftly pulled over and put it up. I was laughing so hard that i was crying, getting completely soaked, and thinking this was the perfect end to the weekend...

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Chemo #5 Update:

So, had my chemo on Thursday. Everything went exactly as planned. Heather, my awesome nurse, Teresa, my other awesome nurse, and a new nurse lady that I haven't talked to before, all came over to chit chat about my adorable outfit, my plans for the night (which were pretty great), and their general advice on life... then Nora came carrying lunch and we entertained each other for the three hours I was there. It was a pretty uneventful day. My night was fabulous though. 

Next day I went back to get my neulasta shot. LAME. Hurt. Blah. 

Today I am good-- took my anti nausea meds, my tylenol, and my delicious corn flakes mixed with frosted flakes breakfast. I can't usually stand sweet stuff in the AM, but the chemo weekends really fuck with my taste buds to the point where my food can't be salty, sweet, or spicy enough! I can't taste it otherwise. And THAT is a very annoying way to live. So, I compromise a bit. I usually regain my taste sense around Monday or Tuesday. No other real side effects other than the typical minor bone pain and the "something in my throat" feeling (not too bad). 

Hair is still there, definitely still shedding and visibly thinned out to me. But mousse and volumizing shampoo is doing the trick until at least next week. I am ready to go back to Parlour with my cute little wigs and shave my head, but I am going to wait until the last possible minute. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I like to pursue things til the absolute, bitter, and undeniable end. What was that book, Shelley? The one that you loved and showed me with all the life advice, saying that sometimes you really have to push things to the explosive, crash into the wall, end in order to really get over them? That's how I feel most of the time. 


Hope you are all doing well. I am doing incredibly well. I am happy, sufficiently stressed enough at work not to be bored, but not overwhelmed, and looking forward to my favorite season which has already begun its descent onto DC... 

This week's special shout outs:

CARRIE PANZER! Nice note! Thank you!
NATASHA WILDER! Adorable post card! Thank you!!
All time hall of fame winner for a weekly, dependable note: JACKIE!!

And everyone else who loves me and has asked about me, thank you so much. Your support has made a huge difference! I get a PET scan at the end of October, and doc says the cancer should already be about 80 percent gone by then. I will let you know! Stay tuned. 


Anyway, it's time for my second breakfast before the day's adventures...

xoxoxo
Tiff






Sunday, August 23, 2009

chemo update 4. no frills edition.

Chemo #4 update and other stuff...

Thursday went well, Saif sat with me and almost taught me how to play chess on his computer except... I don't really remember what to do. Something about rooks and knights and L shapes and checkmates but it's all a bit blurry now. I think he thinks I have the potential to play this game based on my cunning in other games of strategy... Then we listened to music and did a whole bunch of time wasting tv show chatting with my awesome nurse... and then it was time to go. I forgot to pick up my anti-nausea meds on the way out, and realized it after I was already home. Luckily, our hero Saif volunteered to pick me up at 8AM and take me back to the doctor when they opened, in order to get my white blood count shot and to pick up my meds in time to take them. 

This round's side effects are still kicking in, as per usual. Friday was mostly fine (I hung out with Allie, Sam, and Mama G!), and crashed a bit early. Saturday was great, I slept in and met Greg (with a surprise appearance by Wojo and a lovely meet and greet with my favorite boyfriend of a friend turned friend in his own right, Roman) for the movies. We saw Inglourious Basterds, the new Quentin Tarantino movie with Brad Pitt. Not bad. A bit bloody but definitely funny and crazy in parts... (true QT). I came home and crashed some more, and woke up around 11PM to go to The Raven for Mike's little bday get together. So nice to live down the street from a great dive bar... almost zero effort to show up and buy someone a Schlitz and sing along to Al Green... Promptly crashed out again around 2AM...

Now it's Sunday, traditionally the worst day and has been consistently crappy. I woke up to some beautiful weather and had the strength to waltz down to the 7-11 for the Times and the Post but by the time I had made my coffee and gotten to the Travel section I was dozing off. Today I have been feeling really weak and tired, unable to really move around without a concerted effort, and generally sick... just like the mini-flu (thanks to the white blood count shot). At times I think about how much better I would feel if I was just getting chemo and not this stupid Neulasta shot, but then I remember the stories I have heard about people getting neutropenia (their white blood counts go so low that they have no infection protection)... they end up in the hospital for days, they can't eat fruits and vegetables, etc. and that sounds absolutely terrible! I would rather feel like I have a hangover for two days every other week than to be in the hospital. So, I will suck it up. 

Other side effects, same as last time, a bit of indigestion in my throat (like something's stuck) and a numb mouth that makes food a bit... uninspiring. 

Hair update: it's still there, though it's definitely coming out. I don't really know how to explain it other than I started out with a lot. As grateful as I am for not having to wear a wig just yet, I am feeling a bit anxious about it and afraid that I have lost some of the bravery I was holding for the big head shaving experience. I worked myself up to this point where I was like, "whatever it's just hair, it will grow back" and recently, as I keep waking up to hair, I find myself secretly wishing it will never come out. This is against logic however, because it is definitely coming out (just slowly). 

For those keeping track, this was four of twelve infusions, so I am 1/3 done! It is hard to believe that this much time has passed, but I am also aware that the effects might be cumulative and that it will be getting a bit worse. My hope is that I can just get through it with minimal damage to my work and social lives. In an ideal world I would actually be able to make progress in those two areas, but I will settle for equilibrium and maintenance...





Thursday, August 13, 2009

this post is probably only interesting to social workers...


Yesterday I listened to a short web training about interviewing traumatized clients... it started me on a big kick of continuing education... I have been a real life licensed social worker for a while now and it hasn't quite hit me yet that I am doing some real clinical case management! I have an MSW student coming in the Fall, so I am going to spend the next three to four weeks doing some intensive study into trauma theory, crisis intervention, and our preferred MOI 'solution-focused brief therapy'

for my grand social work overhaul of my program, i am going to re-institute eco-maps, process recordings, and all my favorite stuff from grad school! it's gonna be a party!

mmmm.... eco-maps.....

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

My family likes it the old-fashioned way, but here's a repost


Hi Family,

Well, I had chemo 3 of 12 last Thursday and it went OK, the side effects lasted a day or two longer than they did last time (BUT i had friends in town last weekend and might have pushed myself a little too hard). I am still feeling a little under the weather in a non-specific way, haha. My chest feels a little dry and wheezy and cold and I don't really know another way to describe that! I am not necessarily coughing a lot, nor am i necessarily out of breath, i am just ...conscious of my lungs like i haven't been before...

No pain though, except a really teeny headache that may be related to the outrageous heat/lack of caffeine/and stressful events at work. I am feeling quite tired when I wake up and go to bed... it takes me a while to get motivated but in general i have been okay at work once I get started. The Neulasta shot pain/soreness did come on Saturday and Sunday, but then was gone right on schedule with only one and a half days of tylenol this time. I heard that it does start to get better with each shot.

I have started to lose my hair as I noted in the last email, but it is mercifully hanging on (and it's weird because the longer it takes to fall out, the more anxious i am getting about it... like, effing just fall out already and be done with it!), but I am taking it as a little gift from the universe that i don't have to wear a wig during the first nasty heatwave of the summer here!! I hope it hangs on til next week!! I think the 12 or so years of dyeing my hair has done something to strengthen it... the other thing is my hair must be really thick, because it definitely falls out by the handful several times a day, and you can't really tell. (I can tell). I have to secretly admit that i am looking forward to having an all out dramatic shaving my head day. I sort of envision it like when Natalie Portman gets her head shaved in V for Vendetta... only of course I won't be in a secret fake prison...

my next chemo is august 20th. I thought you might be interested in my blog as well. I realize that i updated about chemo #3 on my blog and then posted the link on facebook but not all of you are on that! so here you go

Friday, August 7, 2009

Chemo Update #3



Hey all! 

Well, here is your third chemo update of twelve... but first a little pre-chemo recap...

Last weekend APL came to visit and we went to see some pretty awesome art at the National Gallery's East Building and the National Portrait Gallery, and we did the tourist thing which I hadn't done in years... 
He showed me the movie Atonement which absolutely shocked me and I loved it. 
Pictures from the galleries to come... 
I had an amazing weekend. 


Then Wednesday Jackie flew up from Florida to hang out with me for the weekend, and it's been great! We are getting excited about her wedding in March in Miami Beach (a beach wedding! cuban food, hot dancing, and I get to wear a fancy dress with no shoes, which come to think of it is pretty much how I end most nights that I wear a fancy dress....). Yay! 

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So, here's the dirt on chemo 3: I came in a little nervous because my red blood count was way low at the last blood draw, and they threatened me with yet another shot in addition to my white blood count shot if I didn't raise it. So, APL and I ate a fair amount of red meat, hahah, and I have been eating spinach whenever possible. And I have been spacing out my coffee and breakfast as I hear that caffeine reduces your body's ability to absorb iron...WELL... it WORKED!!! My count was way up and the nurse was really happy (no shot!... well, no extra shot!). So chemo went well, no issues. Took a bit longer than normal because I had the slower but thorough nurse (let's be real, it's not like i have plans on chemo days and I didn't mind at all), but afterwards Jax and I still had time to go to the post office and do some other small errands. 

Last night we just watched TV and vegged out and then sweet Noah who lives around the corner came over and hung out for a bit on the stoop (amazingly cool weather yesterday, i was in shock!)... and then he gave me a present of two framed beautiful photographs he had taken. Really, just gorgeous photos that were "cheer you up" photos and they worked! I am gonna bring them to my office so i can have something nice to think about and look at there (which those of you know what I do, know is important)

Today I have my white blood count shot at noon, and until then I am going to try to get some work done... This afternoon and evening I think I will do my best to keep Jax entertained and try to see some DC stuff...

Dani comes in the morning and then we go to CFA with Allie and Sam... then at night we are going to see Paper Heart with Farrah... Then Sunday we are going to have brunch with Wojo, perhaps squeeze in a museum, and then Dani and Jax leave for NYC. I wish I was coming with them!!! 

But alas, I have an insane day at work on Monday and I need to be on my top game...I am in charge of drafting up a comprehensive communications plan (e.g. target audiences, tactics, measurements, etc.) and I am more than a little nervous to get the feedback, but hoping it will be constructive so I can learn/improve. After all, that's what it's all about when you've been at your job for only seven months, right?!

Well, that's all for now, as I have to work on said plan!

I hope you're all doing well. 

Oh, and I wanted to give a special shout out to the following people even though I am about to send out thank you cards
Marie and Dave for the letter
Sophie and Rube for the letter
Al for the letter and coloring book page
Emily for the constant organic snacks
Janet and Jen for the vegan baked goods
Meghan McMillan for the awesome necklace
Allie for the Peopod card and watch
Jackie for coming to visit me and the .... well, the thing that's a secret but that I am so grateful for
Dani for coming to visit me!
APL for coming to visit me and for being sweet and for teaching me about modern art even though I didn't understand a significant portion of it...
Uncle Mike and Aunt Barri for the special package they sent me last week with Grammie's stuff
Saif, Farrah, Galen, and Josh for moral support, distracting and fun field trips, and just general fun and goofing off... :)

and of course, the universe. thank you, universe.



UPDATE Saturday: Somewhat rough day yesterday with fatigue and general yuckiness. Hoping today goes much better as it's quite packed with stuff to do! 










Monday, July 27, 2009

almost non-cancery update

Well, there's no reason this blog has to be all about cancer, right? Why not just keep you updated with regular stuff, too...believe it or not there's a whole lot of other stuff going on in my mind at any given time...

like this awesome surfing art film, for example, that I came across the other day. I like the photos and the music (includes bonnie prince billy! yay!), and it makes me want to be at the beach again (real bad!)

Tonight I am going out with Grace to see 500 Days of Summer and indulge her crush on JGL, and my girl-crush on Zooey Deschanel... should be a great distracting end to a weird day (I mean, really weird).

The side effects of the second chemo are coming and going, today's main event is unbelievably random fatigue (near narcolepsy, i am serious), and feeling like something is stuck in my throat (it's pretty annoying, and feels like swallowing a pill without water...except all the time). Good news is I haven't taken any tylenol in two days and the bone pain seems to be less than last round. 

Last night Saif and I went to Takoma Park (aka the People's Republic Of...) and had delicious vegan dinner at Mark's and ice cream across the street (though I got real ice cream coz it seemed just so much more delicious...). I told him next time he's in Brooklyn he should go to Penny Licks! They have really good vegan cookie dough ice cream that I tried when I was there last month. 

In other news, I am counting down the days til Dani and Jackie come visit me in DC in two weeks. FOR REAL! For my DC folks I can't wait to introduce you to two of my bestest friends! And also stay tuned for an email re: movies on the roof...

Love,
T

Friday, July 24, 2009

OKAY the return of the blog...and the cancer story

Unfortunately, recent events have given me cause to get back on this blog because I am exhausted with trying to update every one. I love you for asking, I really do! But it's hard to keep up with so many friends and family members (not complaining!!).

Here is the rundown:

In April 2009 I was having some pretty bad back pain that came and went and I assumed was a pinched nerve from sleeping funny. At the end of the month I went camping with my friends and jokingly mentioned this "weird bump" on my neck. My dear friend Saif suggested it might be an infection since it's my lymph node, and that I should go to the doc for a checkup. I did. The next week I had a referral to an ENT, Dr. Houtan Chaboki at GWU Medical Faculty Associates. He did a thorough job of going through all the possibilities (antibiotics, ultrasound, and finally, fine needle aspiration (that hurt!)). The initial results came in and "suggested Hodgkin's Lymphoma" so he referred me to Dr. Sedaghi, also an ENT there, but one who specialized in surgery like I would need to have an open biopsy (that is, to remove a whole lymph node for examination. Dr. Sedaghi called me on June 10th and said, yes, it is Hodgkin's Lymphoma and he referred me to Dr. Imad Tabbara at the GWU Cancer Center in the same building. The after-effects of the open biopsy were a scar on my clavicle area and a little bit of nerve damage right in that spot.

I met with Dr. Tabbara, who was very kind and patient, and he told me that the first thing to be done is to "stage" the disease and see how far it has spread. This includes a bone marrow biopsy, which was awful, don't let them tell you it isn't, hello! they are sticking a needle into your bone and digging stuff out. For real. The next thing they do is a PET/CT scan, which involves injecting you with a radioactive isotope and making you drink some nasty barium fluid in a room all by yourself for an hour, then lying still for 45 minutes or so in a tiny tube while they scan your body. I did both of these tests pretty much by myself, though Saif was waiting for me in the waiting room when i finished the pet/ct which was a huge relief.

Results from the tests came back on my 27th birthday, June 29th (some birthday present!!). The cancer was quite widespread throughout my chest and neck, and under my left arm, and surprisingly had metastasized to a spot on my T1 vertebrae. This spreading made my cancer Stage 4A (my only symptoms were the back pain from that tumor, no night sweats or fevers, which would have made it stage 4b). 4 because it had made its way to this other system (my bone). Luckily, somehow the bone marrow itself was clean so my chances were still pretty decent. The 10 year survival rate for my kind and stage of cancer is 80-85%. I will not lie and say I am happy with that, because there are times when I cry and wish that it could be somewhere closer to 99% --- this isn't some kind of infection, it's a cancer that apparently has magical spreading abilities and may have been growing for months and months. I also have these skin cancer scares going back years that still haunt me. I guess even though the survival number is still quite, quite high, to me it's not as reassuring as it might be to most people. Nevertheless I am staying quite positive because i know that makes a big difference!

So, with these results, the doctor said my treatment would be chemotherapy (ABVD- adriamycin, bleomycin, vinblastine, and dacarbazine) for six months. I go in every other week for the IV infusion of these drugs (plus some "premedications" which include anti nausea medication and a steroid to help my body take in the medicine). In order to save my veins, I opted to get a port implanted in my chest. This is a great little device that is surgically implanted at the hospital (under conscious sedation, meaning sleeping medicine, it was awesome- and Saif was also with me at the hospital for this procedure which calmed me down A LOT). It goes under your skin and there are two incisions, one small one and one bigger, gnarlier one. It took about two to three weeks for my scars to look tolerable and the bandages to be removed, but there really wasn't much pain, only a bit sore to the touch for a week or so. It was implanted on a tuesday and i had the first chemo infusion, without any complications, on that thursday. Oh, I forgot to mention the week before I had to have an EKG (normal) and a Pulmonary Function Test (where they make you inhale poisonous gases, for real!) which also came out "OK." and my blood was also "OK" though slightly anemic and i need to take a multivitamin.

The chemo infusion went well, everything as expected, and the nurses at the GW Cancer Center are amazing and kind. The facility is very, very comfortable and they have juice and crackers and magazines and laptops, etc. and you can also bring your own stuff (DVD players, food, etc.). They let you do whatever you feel like doing, and you can go to the bathroom as much as you want because the iv poles are portable and the bathroom is huge. haha. I just thought that was cool. I never feel like a super sick person. In fact, the second time around I wasn't even paying attention to what was going on with the iv's and the nurse coming around to put the next drug in... I was watching a documentary and eating a sandwich!

The day after each infusion I go in to get a shot called Neulasta. This drug prevents my white blood count from going down too far (which would delay my treatment), but unfortunately it causes some painful side effects, including flu-like soreness in my head, neck, and back. and BONE PAIN, like arthritis. The bone marrow expands with this shot, and that hurts. Who would have guessed? Thankfully, tylenol helps in this area. Regarding side effects from the chemo, yes, I feel quite tired usually two days after the infusion (so getting infusion on Thursday, I can work at least a half day on friday, and be home living quietly on Saturday and Sunday, then back to work on Monday). The nausea is almost completely controlled by a prescription called Emend which I take the two days after infusion, though my tummy and head feel slightly off-- my only point of reference is a mild hangover. My hair is coming out a little bit more after yesterday's second infusion (the doctor said to expect it around this time), and I already have a beautiful, natural looking wig that is ready to be fitted when it's time to buzz the hair.

So many of you have asked if there is anything you can do, and I thank you for that! For my DC friends, just trying to keep my life as normal as possible when I am having good days (e.g., hanging out, going to dinner/movies, events, etc.). And when I am having bad days, it means a lot for you to ask if you can bring me anything (even though i am so type A that i probably have prepared whatever I might need, hahah)... you never know when I might REALLY NEED a baked potato.

For my out of town friends who are within visiting distance, feel free to discuss visiting! I am so excited to have you, on good weekends we can do fun stuff, but if you come on a treatment weekend, we can watch movies and play games and try to go for a walk...

For my far away family and friends, just take comfort in knowing that I have made a great network of friends and colleagues here who have all stepped up to be my surrogate family. And everyone write me letters. You have no idea how much snail mail rocks my world. I cry every time i get mail because it's so special! 3165 18th Street NW Washington, DC 20010

The only thing I am scared about is that this treatment is a long-term thing. It is six months long at the very least, and if there is a relapse or any complications, could be longer. I want you to pace yourselves! I will need you just as much in November as I do now, so please don't overdo it now and burn out. I am really tough, and self-sufficient, so you don't need to bend over backwards now, and don't go into crisis mode unless I tell you to! LOL!! I promise to always be honest and tell you if you can help, and if you can't.

I am planning to keep this blog updated so people can follow along...


LOVE!!!
Tiffany

Monday, January 26, 2009







something pretty made with a camera, five dollars of yellow roses, and a sick day.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

cello song





Today this lovely Nick Drake tune, "Cello Song," came on right as sun hit steel over the Potomac and I was staring out the window of the train. This is a song that allows motion to be felt, one that actually evokes wooden wheels turning and pressing into the earth, rolling by strange, exotic landscapes. I had a vision of the train thrusting forward at the dead end of the tracks, and just flying. I thought of it flying over the river and landing a centimeter above the marshy muckwater and sliding over it, gently sinking in bit by bit while still pushing ahead. I imagined the train's passengers: painted women and siamese twins and men on unicycles, all in black and white against a dusty indigo sky, climbing out of the windows and helping each other to the top of the train as it kept flying and sinking. One of the painted women grabbed the hub of a unicycle and wrapped her long yellow and turquoise fingers around the silver spokes as two men braced themselves against a steampipe and pulled her up to the top. All the passengers were sitting crossed-legged and leaning on each others' backs and someone was playing the cello and someone was tapping the top of the steel train to keep the rhythm and then suddenly the backdrop turned to a blood orange as the sun fell from the sky and black smoke from the crushed and drowned engine started to creep up and wrap itself seductively around the passengers who continued to play and sink. And life in their peripheral visions started turning into newspaper illustration and the trees on the river bank lost all their colors and leaves and turned to black sketches on gray paper and soon the ground followed and turned to coal, and the muckwater dried up and turned to ash, and the wooden wheels halted and froze, and suddenly the train itself was a hollow illustration and the passengers couldn't move as they saw each other's fingers, lips, and necks turning into black sketches on gray paper until the scene was still and the good Americans on the morning commute could see it in the paper.


Cello Song - Nick Drake

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

hydraulic fracturing is SCARY

You have to listen to this: http://www.wnyc.org/news/articles/104157


My favorite (sickest) part:
KAPPELL: How are you going to dispose of that water and how are you going to treat that water so you can properly dispose of it with out despoiling the water resources of New York State?
REPORTER: The US Department of Energy considers the waste water that is produced in gas drilling some of the most toxic of all industrial byproducts. Kappell is particularly concerned about the chemicals used – he doesn’t even know what they are.
KAPPELL: Nothing. They’re proprietary; they’re particular to the company. They don’t have to divulge it.
REPORTER: But in sworn testimony before congress last fall, environmental health analyst Dr. Theo Colburn – an opponent of drilling -- said she was able to obtain a list of one fracking formula to be used in Colorado drilling. She says there were 171 substances on the list, and that 92 percent had health effects ranging from sinus irritation to reproductive organ damage.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

poverty and its discontents


This Sunday news broke that the Mayor and his Commission on Economic Opportunity (CEO), along with his Dir. of Poverty Research, Dr. Mark Levitan (formerly of CSSNY), were ready to release the new NYC poverty measure. Anyone interested in my personal opinion on this can email me. 

Sunday, June 15, 2008

his name is charlie marlow


Aside from being a really nice sounding name with a good tempo, Charlie Marlow was a natural fit for my precious little mess of a bicycle. Marlow looked into the visage of utter savagery (Kurtz) and understood fully, but chose not to cross, as my little bike was also looking into the the visage of utter savagery (Craigslist) before I soothed him with illusions of civility by getting him a new fork, handlebars, and brake calipers. We both know that savage existence is true and real, but a civil one is much easier for all in involved.


See this wikipedia article if you haven't read Heart of Darkness. Then go read it.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

REM!!!



My amazing, awesome roommate got me a VIP pass (ahem, that means front row in a separated pen and everything) to see REM perform live on the Today Show this morning. In a word, this was RAD!!!! 

They sounded great, really great, and Michael looked better than I thought he would. I am super thrilled to show you some good shots and a short clip I got. It was raining a little, and I hadn't had coffee or water or breakfast yet, but it was soooo worth it. 
I am going to see them in June, I think. I am in such a good mood today!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

dinner parties at ainslie street




















at these dinners, at least one thing is experimental (we've never made it before)

first: italian (naturally, a good starting point). No Pics! (lasagna, garlic bread, salad, apple pie)
second: south american-cuban (chips and salsa, empanadas, spiced grilled squash, maduros, cheesecake)
tomorrow night is med-greek night (hummous-pita-cucumber-feta plate, greek meatballs, greek cauliflower&cheese bake, green beans, birthday cake for dessert! 


here's some pics from night 2...

stay tuned for some from night 3, with a special guest appearance by Alex! 

Monday, March 24, 2008

Saturday, March 8, 2008

new obsession!

www.freerice.com

seriously! 

Friday, March 7, 2008

fun with video

short clip from last month's roadtrip to VT. I just wanted to share how pretty that snow was! NYC snow isn't quite as lovely... enjoy!!

Tax Credits Are More Socially Acceptable

The following post is my personal, un-endorsed opinion:

This week, in honor of Women's History Month (children are inextricably linked to women, and children's programs are apparently more palatable to big funders than women's programs- more on that thought later) , Mayor Michael Bloomberg announced an ad campaign to get the word out about something that will help many women (read: women with children): the NYC Child Care Tax Credit.

Now, of course, I am all for increasing (and advertising) tax credits for low-income women!, but as an enraptured member of the audience when this was announced, I have to admit that I was somewhat disappointed by the punchline: he acknowledged that a barrier to women staying in the workforce is the lack of affordable childcare. I naturally expected him to announce an increase in funding for subsidized childcare, or even an ad-campaign to help qualified women learn where to go to get it. But, the big news, which warranted an appearance by the model Iman, was an ad campaign for a $1733 (total!) tax credit that is estimated to aid less than 50, 000 families (the income limit is $30, 000 and the children have to be under 4).

The childcare subsidy's financial eligibility guidelines, on the other hand, serve families earning between $37, 000-$62,000 and allow them to pay substantially reduced copays (as little as $3/wk) for quality, regulated childcare.

Considering that the cost of childcare in NYC can be as much or more as rent (we are talking $800-$1400 per month!), any direct assistance will make a difference. A subsidy is the more effective way to ensure that women can retain employment month-to-month, not a once-a-year tax credit that may or may not get refunded in time to make a difference.

Again, I will take what I can get (as always!), but let's get real here: if the city is serious about targeting services to allow low-income women with children to maintain employment by securing access to childcare, they should put that money into subsidies.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Poverty Measurement Bullshit

This is a post written in my old blog that I thought deserved a place in the new blog

Regarding This Article in the New York Times on December 30, 2007

People working in the social service system in NYC, particularly those people like myself who work in the precarious crosshatch of "access to public benefits" and "career development for higher wages," understand that the current measure of poverty is not only outdated, but completely inappropriate for NYC. I knew about the mayor's plan a few months ago, through the inner circle of nonprofit buzz, but I was still happy to see it in the front page of the Metro section this morning.

The object of my frustration, aside from the ridiculously long time it has taken for the politicos in NYC to realize how wrong the Orshansky measure is for NYC, is the logic behind the objection to changing the method. Simply put by the journalist "skeptics predict [the new formula] is certain to conclude there are more poor here than previously counted...[which] could be met with opposition..."

So, in other words, we should all be living in denial.

The journalist interviewed Douglas Besharov of the American Enterprise Institute, who is, apparently, "watching the New York experiment intently and not without some cynicism that the city will come up with a far too generous formula."

I would like Mr. Besharov and others who think that setting a threshold of $17, 600 for a family of 3 is generous enough. I would like him to pay rent in Brooklyn, say, which averages out at about $12-$14K per year, and use the remaining $400-$500/month to pay for food, childcare, healthcare, clothing, cleaning supplies, transportation, telephone for three people.

Bare bones costs of living in NYC is about $40K more than this level per year, and doesn't even include buying birthday presents, paying for a cell phone, or enjoying cable TV, three things that I am sure Besharov and other "skeptics" have no trouble affording.