The Waiting is the Hardest Part

Dictated by Carina, typed by Lesley.

I know that people are asking for updates, so this is the best I can do for now.

On December 11, I had an infusion of the new treatment that my doctor’s had been recommending called Avastin. I got it at UC Davis (because I live in Sacramento, this is where my community is and it made the most sense). The infusion was in my left arm and it took an hour and a half and when it was done, about half an hour later, I could no longer move my left arm or leg to its normal ability. This persisted through the weekend, causing me a scare because all of a sudden I was unable to take care of myself.

I called my neurosurgeon in San Diego because he has always been very thorough with my care and he said that I needed to immediately go to an ER and tell them about what was going on and to get a CT scan to make sure that there was no brain bleed. I also called UC Davis to tell them what happened and they took 3 hours to call me back and tell me the same thing, to go to the ER.

I ended up flying to San Diego because my doctors in San Diego provide me with better care. I was admitted into the hospital for the night. A CT scan revealed no brain bleed (Yay, that’s what we wanted!), but a lot of swelling on the right side of the brain pushing over to the left. So I was immediately put on steroids to reduce the swelling and I was also given a drug called Manatrol to suck all the fluid out of my body. Neither of these things would help in the immediate sense to give me movement in my arm and leg on the left side.

I was sent home from the hospital on high dose steroids for a day and I am now slowly tapering off the steroids on a week by week basis. Though all of this came by a surprise, I wish to extend my love and gratitude to my friends, to my family at church, to Scott and Jennifer, and to countless people who have offered to help me in anyway they can, just to make being an invalid a little easier. I have tried to be strong because I thought that’s what God wanted me to do in all of this and it has been hard and I have lost my hope a couple of times but because of everyone’s help, each day gets easier and I can stretch my left arm a little bit, even though it still won’t move like normal. I can walk for the most part, but I look funny on my left side because my arm is basically dead weight.

Last night my friend, Marianne, took me to the gym to try and loosen up my muscles with a spa treatment. I was very buoyant in the water and almost fell over but got to relax for a little while, which was nice. I still cannot stretch out my arm, move it freely, or open and close my fist. At least my left leg is slowly coming back to life and if feels good to walk for the most part.

There have been people who have been so friendly. For example, a kind woman at the gym helped me get dressed after my shower because I could not do it myself. A stranger came up to me in the spa and asked if she could pray for my arm and she also gave it a massage. It is an uncomfortable practice for me to learn how to let other people help and love me when it is so hard to do things for other people. So a lesson I’ve had to learn is a little bit of humility and its been rewarding to watch how when I let someone help me, they seem to feel good about being able to be useful and sometimes just allowing them that opportunity is enough of a blessing for them as opposed to me slapping them in the face and rejecting their help.

Today I am excited to go out to a movie with a friend who struggled with breast cancer and who has been through quite a battle. We are going to go shopping and I am going to finally get some new walking shoes! We are also going to have a girl’s day at the movies.

I love everyone and I appreciate your prayers and support.

And Carina wanted me to type that I am awesome (she made me type it!!). And this is from Lesley – I love Carina and my prayers are daily going out to her!!