I’m slowly sinking

Even more snow. Beautiful though it can look I’m already feeling overwhelmed at the moment, as though I’m slowly sinking and am about to suffocate.

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Positivity has deserted me and depression is settling in. I am intelligent enough to know it could be new meds with side effects but knowing that isn’t helpful. I just want it all to go away. I want someone to take any decisions away from me. I can’t handle the truth at the moment.

Feeling physically well and being told you have an incurable illness just don’t jigsaw together. My mind is going way ahead of me at the moment. I am not living in the now. I have neglected prayer and meditation these last few days which could have made a difference.

“Lord for tomorrow and its needs I do not pray. Keep me from depression Lord, just for today.”

I’m not feeling depressed or bleak

St Patrick’s day today, always a special day for my Irish college pal Esther back in the day. She faced cancer with great courage and faith so I know she’s rooting for those suffering with it now.

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Although it’s a cold bleak morning I’m not feeling depressed or bleak. Ironically I feel good physically. Meds are obviously helping.

MRI scan on Tuesday to look at brain and goings on there. I think it’s fair to say that what they find will be crucial so I anticipate getting more nervous as the day approaches. But there I go again not living in the moment.

I’ll enjoy my first cup of tea today and recent photos/videos of my delightful grandchildren. I’ll be grateful for a warm and quiet environment where I can enjoy doing what I feel like when I feel like it. Not sure though! I must not become self-centred.

St Patrick pray for us.

Pauline

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I feel really well

Another morning of miserable weather. I do need some sunshine to brighten my day.

Not a lot to say today. I don’t want to get boring and repeat myself or be like a dog with a bone. Enough to say I feel really well. I came downstairs like grease lightning earlier.

I thought the new meds to keep seizures at bay might have had an effect but it’s far too soon for them to be in my system yet.

I shall read my book for 10 minutes with a cup of tea. “Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine” is captivating and is making me smile with each page I turn. Thank you for my Mother’s Day gift Rachel.

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Another thing I’ve learned in the last 20 days, which my mother tried to teach me. Don’t feel guilty about sitting and relaxing for 10 minutes in your busy day, especially with what you enjoy. It does renew you!

Pauline

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Living with cancer

The visit to see the oncologist came round yesterday and meeting Dr Winter for the first time was a strengthening experience. I was impressed by his manner and his approach. He was purposeful, efficient without being insensitive, delivered the facts as he and the MDT assess them, and put a plan into action immediately.

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On the right, ‘wonderful’ Dr Matt Winter

There are still unanswered questions so many more diagnostic tests, MRI scans etc to be done but we are now engaging with the cancer in order to slow it down, perhaps even halt its growth. It cannot be cured but plans are afoot to work against it escalating.

It’s hard to explain but yesterday I felt I was dying with cancer. Last night, after the meeting, something seismic changed within me. I had become Pauline Bristowe, a person LIVING with cancer. It makes all the difference to your head space! I had a good six hours sleep and feel ready for my hair appointment.

I am under no illusion that the next few months are going to be tough. But what a powerhouse of beautiful people I have backing me.

It’s my responsibility to be positive, to show some guts, to apply my trust to God working through skilled medics, to continue my journey, short or long, over rough terrain just as millions of people are doing all over the world.

“Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy strengthen me and fellow travellers.”

Pauline

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Looking for solace and hope

Today has been a more measured day than I imagined. The sun came out as we went in search of plants for the “Golden Garden” and enjoyed a brief walk at Anglers Country Park followed by a coffee.

Having made and consumed dinner, I’m now trying to assemble my thoughts for tomorrow’s meeting with the oncologist. What to ask? What do I want? That answer is easy. It’s just a case of figuring out what I can cope with physically and mentally.

Are there any treatment options for my scenario? How devastating might these options be to the person I know I am. I have always been Pauline. Now is not the time for a personality change! On the other hand, I don’t want to say to science: “I don’t trust you,” but rather “Come on. Let’s give this a go! Let’s see if we can work together.”

After the initial diagnosis I was told: “We will keep you as well as we can for as long as we can”. I know the words were well meant, but I took them as a death sentence and cannot get their finality out of my brain. After all, isn’t that what a health service is all about?

And yet, we live with a death sentence from the moment we take our first breath. Some of us deal with this better than others. I’m not doing as well as I would have wished.

I hope I’m not giving my family a heavy burden by taking them to the appointment tomorrow. I’ve asked them to come with me to help me see my way through this maelstrom, this fog. I need others to ask questions I haven’t thought about or didn’t want an answer to. How selfish is that? Another big day tomorrow then, but I’m sure there’ll be another.

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I’m looking for solace. I’m looking for positivity. I’m looking for inspiration. I’m looking for acceptance. I’m looking for hope.

I shall seek out something green to wear tomorrow. I shall try to imitate the zest for life that baby Alexander is displaying at the moment. My great nephew, 25 weeks premature, in neonatal intensive care needs Pauline’s Prayer Posse behind him and his Mum and Dad just as much as I do. Help me to link up to all that courage, that spirit that’s out there both in our world and beyond.

Christ, be thou my vision.
Our Lady of Wisdom, pray for us.
St Nicholas, pray for us.
St. Winifred, pray for us.
St. Francis, pray for us.
All you angels and saints, pray for us.

Acceptance and living – a two-edged sword

I feel I need a good cry today. And I am angry with the situation. I haven’t felt this well for ages. My mind at the moment is clear and uncluttered. My thinking about things other than brain mets is functioning well.

I am looking at the tete a tete daffs I planted in the autumn which are now blooming and asking will I see them next year. I don’t want to do this. Living in the moment, though we know it is the positive thing to do, can be the hardest.

“Fair daffodils we weep to see thee haste away so soon.
As yet the early rising sun hath not attained its moon.”

I remember reading this poem about death and daffodils for the first time at college when studying 16th century poets. 19, strong and healthy it made an impression, but one I was able to put in a brain box for some time, but still a quote that has spoken to me many times over the years.

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I now have my appointment with an oncologist – tomorrow teatime. How much do I want to know? As much or as little as I can cope with? How much am I physically willing to put up with in the hope of an extension? I would be foolish not to work with modern medicine and yet I must harness my spirit, my soul and unite it with that of God and my loved ones gone before me.

This balance of acceptance and living is a two-edged sword. I must listen to John Denver singing “Spirit” today. We played it at Nicky’s funeral when it gave me great comfort and of course I have listened to it countless times since. Listening to it makes me cry. Wow! What a bundle of laughs am I.

We’re off to a garden centre today. Max has cleared a front border over winter so that we could make our Golden Garden in celebration of our Golden wedding last October.

Hopefully, choosing new plants to add to the ones bought for our celebration will be a positive thing, but it will not be a memorial garden at this stage Pauline!

It will be a shining garden of hope, positivity, purposefulness and love that our 50 year marriage has given us. I love my Max! I love my children and grandchildren. I love my large family and my many friends. And now, forgive me, I shall scream!

Pauline

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My amazing mother

To blog or not to blog – that is the question. I began the blog to occupy me, to put my thoughts down to try and clear my thinking, but I feel I’m going into overdrive. I’m trying to understand this disease – I know its cellular multiplication and migration to other organs, some renegades on a riot.

My problem is there have been no signs unless the back pain wasn’t arthritis, but x-rays showed wear and tear and damaged joints. It’s all crept up on me and that’s why I’m reeling.

I’m hoping that the team meeting this week to assess my records will be bright eyed and bushy tailed and approach the meeting with clinical wisdom, experience and interest.

I do not want anyone to look at them and not see me – a passionate, intelligent 74 year old woman with some living still to do. My job, my purpose, is to make my husband and family smile every day. I still have a role to play in this great world of ours. There are still people out there I can help and support.

Today is the day to write down some questions for the oncologist. Please dear Lord, inspire this medic I have yet to meet with positive answers. Give me the guts to ask some useful if difficult questions.

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As Mothering Sunday comes to an end I must pay tribute to my amazing mother who, in her latter years, faced so many challenges with extraordinary courage and prevailed many times. Dogged, determined, supportive of all her six children: funny, clever, generous to a fault. I temporarily forgot that she is still supporting all of us, she is still with us every step of the way. I must take courage from her. Thank you Mum.

Pauline

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Not such a brave lady

The day began yesterday having had a decent sleep. Enjoyed seeing the Geordie branch of the family. Children beautiful and growing fast. Little Max nearly 11 months but he’s so big! Emily put on a concert for us with four dress changes. What a star she is! And Cass face-timed after his team won a Futsal tournament in which he scored eight goals and played brilliantly his Mum said.

But then – I don’t know what happened. Things went into a downward spiral. Though I feel good, did some baking, prepared dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about death, my death, and it’s doing my head in. Not such a brave lady. All smoke and no fire. What a hypocrite I feel.

How do others deal with situations like this? Where do they get their strength, their peace? Is it in acceptance? In resignation? In fight? In contemplation? Stephen gave me some sound advice recently which I keep returning to. Poor Max. He keeps getting it in the ear.

I’ve decided to stay up late with the IPad and distract with drama – as if there wasn’t enough in my life at the moment.

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And so morning comes. A few hours of Lethe and then we’re off. A quiet early cup of tea with birds twittering in the garden. Many can’t hear birds, many have no garden – so be quiet Pauline. Seek out only the positives.

Stop measuring the worth of your life in human measurements of time. It’s mere jealousy of others that’s motivating your anger.

Dylan Thomas says in his poetry:

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While I feel well, I must rage. I must do. I must be. Live for the moment.

“Christ be with me. Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ on my right, Christ on my left…”

My forces of nature

Last night was a good night. For the first time since this shadowland began, I went to sleep with a feeling of relief and a quiet mind. I knew my situation was little different, but my green mood had resurfaced just a little. Weather wise it had been a fine and warmer day.

But it hadn’t just been about the weather. It had been about relationships, friendships and love of family. We spent lunch with our wonderful friends of 50 + years chatting about all things important: children, grandchildren, careers, holiday plans – only mentioning this illness once but not deliberately ignoring it.

We returned home for an expected phone call about an appointment with the oncologist hopefully next week but nothing came, so I tried phoning and left messages. But I shouldn’t have worried! My daughters, who are forces of nature, had been on the case all day, researching oncologists, e-mailing them and their secretaries. PALS had been contacted for advice and to inform, the Macmillan co-ordinator team in Barnsley had been phoned and filled in.

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By early evening some plans were in place. It appears that my case is complex. No-one at the Wednesday meeting wanted to make a decision since there is no obvious tumour in the breast, yet histology seems to support that brain mets are from breast cancer.

So, by teatime yesterday, my forces of nature, having joined up with the co-ordinator here in Barnsley, have sorted that my notes, samples etc are being taxied to Weston Park, Sheffield on Monday morning to be further investigated by a team there and scrutinised even more thoroughly so that the correct guide be found for my particular cancer treatment. It is hoped an appointment will be in place for next Wednesday.

In the meantime, I’m being plied and encouraged to join in with alternative therapies and complementary medicines by my girls to bolster my immune system and calm my spirit. I feel well. I have always been blessed with good health. And so:

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The inevitable waiting begins and I pray for patience. Max might be pleased if I get my “Haven’t you done it yet?” attitude sorted.

Pauline
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I need the clear facts

A blissful, unbroken five hours sleep during the night. Many a parent would be cheering at that announcement this morning, as am I! There are many forms of “sleep thief” including anxiety, which I’m currently dealing with and sometimes not dealing with well.

I know that I’m too focused on myself and my illness at the moment and the diagnosis seems bleak. But I haven’t even spoken to an oncologist yet.

And there in lies the problem. I need the clear facts. I don’t WANT  them, but I do need them – some of them anyway – perhaps a few at a time. I’ve always had a good imagination, but it’s currently in overdrive.

I’ve just read an excellent book called, Cancer: A Pilgrim Companion by Gillian Straine,  bought for me by my sister.

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In the chapter Diagnosis it says: “Cancer forces us into a disorientating wilderness where the pressure is real and terrifying, because it is a word and a diagnosis with a powerful message: you are not in control. Uncertainty hangs in the air: it is not as if you don’t know you are going to die, it is just that the threat of cancer slaps you in the face with it.”

Like Gillian Straine and many others before me, I can’t relate these events to me.

“Take this cup away from me for I don’ t want to to taste this poison” – another Gethsemane moment in my life. I’m sure there will be another!

Support me through the day, O Christ, and all those with even greater burdens.

Hopefully, news of a clinician’s appointment today.

Pauline
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