My First Ever Blog Entry
Hello, I have recently joined this group to hopefully find some like minded souls who want to care, share and lift the spirits of those of us who fall in a periodic heap due to this awful disease in it's various forms.
I have been undergoing tests for about 6 months now. Firstly diagnosed with a solitary plasma cytoma on the base of my tongue. I have had 5 weeks of radiotherapy on that but dont know if it's been completely successful yet, appt on 2oth August. Meanwhile I've had para-proteins increasing in my blood which is an indication of myeloma, so I've had two bone marrow biopsies in the last 4 months, both of them were clear. I had a few lumps appear on my arms which the doctors seemed disinterested in. I had a PET scan this week to see if I had cancers elsewhere in my body and the only things that came up were my arms! It appears the lumps that the haemotologist told me were blood clots are possibly more plasma cytomas.....so more biopsies to see what's going. The doctors are perplexed, soft tissue myeloma is very uncommon apparently and by her own admission my haemotologist has no experience of it at all. I have looked on the internet and myeloma is always described as in the bone.
Anyway, whilst the medical team scratch their heads I am slowly but surely going off mine, I am grief stricken at the loss of my life as I knew it. The inability to plan anything more than a few days in advance because of doctors appointments and more potential tests. I live in Karratha and my medical appointments are all in Perth so any visit to the doctor involves a 2hour flight each way and having to stay overnight.
I know I am lucky in so many many ways and feel that some may read this and perceive me as a whinging princess but I'm not. I hope I'm not. I just am tired, so tired of the uncertainty, tired of trying to remain calm, optimistic, strong, unafraid. Tired of it all but yet knowing that I am only at the beginning of my battle with this diabolical condition. I can't talk like this to anyone. I am grateful for the opportunity to write down exactly how I feel without the fear of my family finding my journal and reading it. Living in a small town is not the friendly close knit community one would think, Karratha is a very transient population and I don't work so am out of the social loop and spend most of my days alone. I go to as many craft groups as I can to keep my mind from burying me alive. I normally have a great sense of humour but it's buried under a layer of shattered hopes and dreams at the moment. I really must try to dig it out soon.
Well that's it for tonight. I hope I haven't put too many of you off by my ramblings, hopefully I'll get better at this blogging, the more I do it.
Good night my friends my sleeping pill is claiming me. Sleep tight, mind the bed bugs don't bite