Hi dear readers. Right now I am sitting in bed with a heating pad against my back. The current chemo regimen I am on makes my back incessantly ache. Tylenol doesn’t help it; neither does aleve. A heating pad helps the most, although it makes me pretty immobile. Try taking care of a one year old while limited to a couch with a heating pad against your back – it is doable, but not ideal.
You see, my one year old wants me on the ground with him. In all honesty, that is what all kids want. They want you literally and figuratively on their level. For most of my son’s life I have stuck to this – every day I am on the floor with him playing with blocks or balls, or whatever toy he is interested in at that moment in time.
Unfortunately, the past week or so I have been unable to be on the floor with him, because crouching over him hurts my back even more, and I really need some relief from the unrelenting aching of my back. It sucks.
I am starting to be seriously limited by symptoms from both my cancer and from my treatment of that cancer. I am getting hit from both sides. I am still getting short of breath with exertion, which means by the time I carry my son up from the living room to his bedroom to change his diaper I am quite out of breath. I can no longer put him down for naps or bedtime, because I don’t have the energy or lung capacity to rock him in my arms while standing anymore. My husband has taken over nap time and bedtime.
This means that my husband is working from home everyday for times when I need his help. My son LOVES his daddy – he is very much a daddy’s boy. It isn’t surprising that he is. Since my son was 2 weeks old I was off getting chemotherapy on a weekly or every other week basis. My mother in law, who is the biggest kid person I have ever met in my life, watches my son on those days. Since he was 2 weeks old, my son has adjusted to my essential disappearance for one to three days weekly or every other week.
After I had my mastectomy, I was not allowed to lift him for four weeks. Every change in treatment has brought a new rift in my bond with my son. Once our bond has seemed to strengthen there is a new reason I can’t see him or lift him or take care of him. It is not surprising that he prefers his dada or his grandma. They are consistent. And in all honesty, they have the energy and stamina to be fun with him the entire time they are taking care of him.
You guys, this all really sucks for me. In case you haven’t noticed, my son is my entire world. I love him more than anything; more than anyone. It is physically painful to not be with him. But, he seems to be unaffected.
This new chemo regimen along with the cancer, like I said, is really taking a toll on me. I am out for the count the day of treatment and the day after. So, my son is with grandma and dada those two days. When I emerge from my bedroom the evening after chemo, my son is uninterested in being with me. He wants dada. He always wants dada now.
Of all the pain I have endured since diagnosis, this is by far the worst. It is by design, though. I know what it is like to grow up motherless. I know it takes a village to raise a child, especially in this case. I want my son to feel loved and cared for, even when I am not around. In all honesty, it is better for him this way – that he is so happy to be with grandma and dada.
It is by my design. But, that doesn’t make it any less soul crushing for me. Because, I want him to light up when he sees me. I want to feel loved by my son. But, that is another thing cancer is taking away from me. One of the many.
I will most likely die before he is three years old. I will probably die before he is 2 years old in all honesty. He won’t remember me and he won’t miss me. And for him, that is probably the best. But, it breaks my heart, because I will miss him so much, in every fiber of my being.
Sometimes when I watch my son with my husband, it occurs to me that this is what their life will look like after I am gone. I feel like I am watching myself be erased from my life. That is how it has felt since I was originally diagnosed.
When I was pregnant and recently diagnosed my mother in law and sister in law came to help set up the nursery. This is normally something I would have done methodically on my own, but since my son was going to come early, I figured I could use the help.
My mother in law and sister in law are wonderful and quickly took over energetically getting the room ready. I just sat there, feeling exceedingly depressed. My mother in law mentioned that it was that I probably felt overwhelmed with decisions and couldn’t take making any more decisions. I agreed, but that was completely off the mark. I felt even then, that I was being erased from my life. I was just a vessel for my son to enter this life. This could all be done without me. It was paralyzing to say the least. I have felt like that many times since my cancer diagnosis. I will be missed, but life will go on without me. I am not necessary.
I saw my oncologist yesterday and she looked at the bump I had messaged her about a couple of weeks ago. Her nurse practitioner didn’t seem to think it made sense to image it. She was wrong. I knew this at the time, but didn’t want to bother arguing with her.
My oncologist saw it and immediately said we should scan it. I had a CT scan of my head yesterday – it confirmed that the nodule is cancer. It also showed two spots in my brain that are likely cancer. I will see a neuro-oncologist and a radiation oncologist tomorrow, to see what treatment they have planned for these new lesions.
The incessant and relentless bad news is soul crushing. When my oncologist called and told me the news I wasn’t surprised. My oncologist told me she wished she had had better news for me. I told her that the bad news would stop once I’m dead. I have been thinking that a lot recently – the bad news will eventually stop. Either something will work or I will die, but the bad news for me will end eventually. So, I can take some solace in that.
That is where we are dear readers. Love and light to you as always.
To my son, if you read this one day, which I hope you do, please know that I am in no way mad at you for wanting your dad all the time. I have no anger towards you, only love. You have not caused me pain, only joy. You are the best thing I have done in my life and you are the love of my life. All I want is for you to be happy and healthy – with or without me. If you are happy and healthy, then my job is done. I am so sorry I couldn’t be with you all the time when you were a baby. I wanted to. Everything I have done, has been for you and what I have felt like is in your best interest. I would do anything for you, my sweet baby boy.