[BY SUSAN]
I don’t know what to
compare this to. Certainly not something
exciting like a birthday or Christmas.
Not anything ominous, like a hurricane, though one seems to be brewing
on the other side of this ocean of expectancy.
What we’re waiting for is
Peter to feel better. We’re waiting for
energy and appetite to return. Since his
diagnosis in November, this life of illness and treatment has become the “new
normal,” and we want the old normal back.
All through the
chemotherapy there were some really good days here and there (plus a couple of
neutral ones and a couple that were pretty bad each week). With chemo ending on January 19th ,
I think we expected an upward trajectory. Maybe we weren’t listening the day when they told
us that “radiation effects are cumulative.”
Peter’s last really good days were January 28th
and 29th, when his band, Red’s Rhythm, played at the Depot in
Hillsborough (see previous blog). He
hadn’t felt well prior to the 28th, but the high energy of that
night continued right through Sunday for Peter, such that he even went out and
split some wood.
Then things declined. The last day of radiation was
Tuesday, the 31st, and Peter was too sick for either of us to feel
like celebrating. Today marks the two-week
post-treatment date, and every day had been pretty much like another, with no
appetite, little energy, weight loss, and a few meals each week that refuse to
stay where they belong. Peter had a cold
at the end of January and the cough and runny nose are hanging on. Still, the doctors tell us this is all “as
expected.”
I think it is more like
the diagnosis our dog, Buddy, got at the vet’s.
I saw “ADR” written on his chart and asked what that meant. “Ain’t Doing Right,” was Dr. Bianco’s
reply. These days Peter is ADR.
Still, Peter’s mood has
been mostly positive. He’s had a lot of
visitors, and really enjoys those. He
continues to orchestrate music events, and looks forward to those coming to
fruition (Green River Band reunion gig here at the house March 10th). Our friend Joe Coates has been a constant support,
and he and Peter urge each other to exercise when neither really feels like it. Joe came over and cut a tree for Peter this
week.
On the occasional day when
Peter feels a little better we assume that THIS is the beginning of the
improvement, and we latch onto that hope.
In this period between treatment and surgery he is supposed to return to
some robustness, gain weight, and be in the best possible shape he can be in
for surgery. Two weeks have gone by and
we haven’t set foot on that path yet.
But yesterday held a spark
of hope. Peter went swimming at the
Sportsplex, had a band practice, ate three meals, took a long walk in the woods
with his dogs, split a few logs (!) and it is nearing 9 p.m. and he’s still up
and moving and downright perky. We will
see what tomorrow will bring.
People ask me how I am
doing and I never know quite what to say.
I say fine and most days I am fine, just putting one foot in front of
the other to get things done so I can take off of work for the surgery. Most days I plod along and this new normal is
simply what is. I am eating really well
and riding my horse, doing some yoga, and most nights I sleep pretty well.
But Friday things caught
up with me for some reason. Trying to help
Peter to eat (and drink and take his meds) gets really frustrating for both of
us. Nothing was particularly worse on
Friday, but I woke up teary and stayed that way all day. One of the priests at work (Tammy) asked me
how I was and saw my tears well up, which I’ve always found embarrassing for
some reason. I seem to remember some early
60’s song that declared, “Big girls, they don’t cry-y-y,” that my family sang,
so maybe I took it to heart. (Peter just informed me that this is one of the
first records he ever bought…and corrected the decade I’d put it in).
So it seems that some days
the immensity of Peter’s illness breaks through and catches me off guard. Most days I keep busy and some days are
really joyful, as when we were interviewing for new interns last week. But the looming surgery is such a big
unknown, and I haven’t tackled it the way I tackle most things…by finding out
everything I can about it. In this case,
knowing seems scarier than not-knowing.
I realize that this
disease is giving me some real opportunities to learn about myself, for Peter
and me to learn more about each other, and for us both to see immense the web of
support that we have.
Each one of you gives me
that support when you ask, “How ARE you.”
Some days I’ll give you my elevator-speech answer and that is the best I
can do at the time. Some days I’ll just
start talking, and what I say will help me figure out the answer to that
question, because I really don’t know.
Hugs, Susan. Praying constantly for you both.
ReplyDeleteAwww Susan. Of course this is scary. Please be kind to yourself... You dont need to be tough for anyone. Horse women pride themselves on being competent and capable above all, hey, everyone knows you are. So be nice to yourself. And let us know if you need some wood chopped or whatever, or just to be left alone, Thats ok, too.
ReplyDeleteOh, Susan! We are thinking about you. Please let us know what you need. All our best to you and your lovely family,
ReplyDeleteMeg and Sandy
Susan and Peter,
ReplyDeleteJust finished my devotional time today and opened your blog to catch up on how you two are doing. The waiting is hard. You are gifted with the ability to describe so clearly the agony of waiting. For me, hope is my focus when I begin to feel that overwhelming mix of dread and anticipation that comes with waiting--esp.if the waiting involves things that we can't plan for or control. You and Peter have been very strong through this first phase of his treatment. I continue to lift you up in prayer for healing, strength, unwavering hope, and grace sufficient for your daily needs.
If you are interested in reading my devotional focus for today, you may find it in The Upper Room Daily Devotional.
Mary Spradlin
Hi Peter and Susan,
ReplyDeleteI hope that in the four days since this post, Peter has started to feel better, which means that Susan feels better. You have many people cheering for both of you.
Rhonda