Banquet of life: It is free.
August 15, 2015
t mass, the priest told the story of an immigrant family on a ship bound for the US. The father and his family kept to themselves in their cabin with their food and belongings. Until the son ventured outside and found himself in a banquet of food, eating to his heart’s content. The father found the son and was worried how he was suppose to pay for all the food his son ate, and the possibility of jail sentence. The son saw the worried look of his father, and said:
Father, it is free. It is part of our passage.
Life has many things to offer and it is free for us to enjoy. Everyday we wake up is a gift, as many have said.
That gift was recently enhanced by the news that my CT scan last August 7 was good and I can remain in my current clinical trial. I know I should have written much earlier as some of my friends have already sent messages asking for news. I am sorry but I was busy in a banquet.
Stable was in the medical impression. It means my current clinical trial is containing the tumor growths in my lungs and liver.
Unfortunately, my white blood cell (WBC) count took a hit, and I was not allowed to started my third cycle last August 10th, Monday. A low WBC makes me susceptible to infection and further treatment would make it worse. My doctors delayed my next cycle for a week to August 17.
So I have been busy eating any thing that will increase my WBC. I can almost hear my mother prescribing the latest herbal diet she heard of to increase white blood counts. Stop it, Mom.
There are drugs out there that can boost your WBC, like Neulasta, which is injected under the skin. It is painful, expensive, but it works. However, I am in a clinical trial program and cannot take it. Instead, I am eating my way like a rabbit: kale, spinach, broccoli, hemp., etc. More kale, spinach, organics, etc. You know what I mean. I am also keeping active by walking and yoga.
Living with cancer, and restricted by the clinical trial rules, is not exactly easy but I am not complaining. Right now, this drug has given reprieved in the growth of my tumors and gave me another week of chemo holiday. However, I am not naive to say I am cured only that I am still here. I know how this works. It is a matter of time that my cancer will adapt and I myself would have to adapt as well.
In the meantime there is the banquet of life to partake of, and it is free. Come and enjoy it with me…in appreciative moderation.
P.S. My doctors warned me that they might have to reduce the dosage of my treatment to help maintain my WBC. Huh? This is like winning fight by a draw resulting from a stable scan but next time they tie one hand to your back because your WBC is low. WTF. Later in the week they double-checked the counts and said, there was no need to reduce my dosage. I was .02 above the limit. Whew. I am glad .02 is not the alcohol-limit test otherwise I would have been in jail for drunk driving.