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All Did Sparkle! – Jenny’s Birthday.
All did sparkle that special night
jewelled eyes and delicious delights,
hand painted candles on ‘twinkling’ tables
we laughed in fun and conversation.
Gathered together from near and far
in atmospheric fun filled bar,
shining ladies and handsome men
music, gaiety and many friends.
Cakes that glittered with golden stars
sprinkled gently in ‘fairy dust’
ribbons that twirled in whirls and whirls
something special for all of us.
We danced a little way from you
but you caught my eye in rendezvous,
you smiled that smile as you always do,
I drunk in the delights in coloured hues
but really …all I saw was you….
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Cup Cake Photos by Susie
Three Years Of A New Life – A Carers View
As Hamada approaches three years since his Stem Cell Transplant which undoubtedly saved his life, we are eternally grateful for the extra years he has obtained from this procedure. So many of us debate about which way treatment for Multiple Myeloma should evolve. What drugs to start as front line treatment? what choices of drugs to continue with, in an effort to help and support. Even with the risks that most carry, for the many problems that for nearly all MM patients, do arrive at some time or another.
Should it be the smallest amount possible? Should you be trying to support and protect with many of these not always proven drugs as Hamada has done and continues to do, or should you go it alone?
Then what about the problems that many of these drugs can bring to someone who is now so vulnerable. What is the right course of action to take? Don’t we all ask this question at the beginning of treatment. It seems there is such a fine line to balance the needs of these drugs and the damage that some may do. It is indeed a complex issue and one which must be constantly monitored by the specialists and also through the watchful eyes of the caregiver. How important to note these sometimes subtle changes in a patient, to try to assist your consultant with good clear voicing and so one day all knowledge gained, will go forward to finding a cure for this most complex and difficult of diseases.
Ideas have changed even in the four+years that we have been on this journey. We have listened and read of new transplant procedures coming to the fore in parts of America, where they are now very hopeful and talk of a cure. Still, looking back on the past four years of treatment for Hamada, there was really no choice but to proceed to SCT as quickly as possible. His kidneys were failing, he had succumbed to two bouts of pneumonia, one so severe that his body was shutting down and we knew this was really his only chance to gain extra time. Hamada’s spine was already damaged and he was in agonising pain which thank goodness was helped with radiation. As soon as he recovered from this, he fought hard to reduced the Para Protein as quickly as possible and to get to start his ‘new life’.
I have read so much about MM over this past four years and four months, learning as much as any lay person can grasp from many different areas and from the voices of many other sufferers worldwide. I have been grateful for all the knowledge gained from good “list serves†such as ACOR and from fellow sufferers of MM and carers alike.Their blogs have given me a good insight into how MM affects/unfolds in so many very different ways for each patient. For sure, no one with MM is the same, treatments will be different for all. Some do better than others as one type of chemotherapy seems to work for one person but not for another. Many appear to remain in remission or continue with very low PP for many years. How different we all are.
I am a poet not a medical person, so it has been the biggest learning curve of my life. Still my thoughts right at the beginning of this journey and also now, were that if I could record and write just the way our personal journey unfolded, using my words in the form I know of poetry. Just telling of my feelings of these past years may help other carers to know of the fears, sadness, the coming to terms with, and all that a Carer feels, that invade thoughts daily in an effort to try to help loved ones. Perhaps this blog may help others who are just starting their journey along the same path, for others it will not, unique as we all are.
For carers who read my simple poems will know, that each tells a story of that particular time in this journey, just as the changing seasons tell us what is happening daily. To convey my feelings in this fashion, also helps me to remember, just how I felt at the dates show on each poem.
Perhaps for some this is a strange form to write a diary of events, but MM is a complex illness as we all are and it is perfect for me, thus enabling me to remember every minute of it all and to free the emotions that often fill this time.
Hamada is continuing well I feel with Revlimid, now on his second course, not having any side effects that he cannot manage. Of course he is more than weary, managing his maintenance drugs daily and the dreaded 40mg of Dex weekly along with Revlimid, always grateful for these past extra three years, which many times prior to the SCT we never thought would be possible. I am aware of course that this is not always the way to proceed and for some if they are otherwise well and not with compromised kidneys or bone lesions, will not choose SCT until all other avenues have been exhausted.
There is no right or wrong way that I can see, only that each person should be treated in their own unique way, as symptoms present themselves and by good valuation of bloods and careful monitoring of precious bones, not from some ‘set out’ protocol. Still what do I really know? only that dear Hamada is still alive after a very poor prognosis and doing dare I say ‘fairly well’.
Stay well all who read this post and continue to make good choices as I continue to record this journey in ‘poems of love’
All Rights Reserved Sept 2010
As Summer Fades – A Cancer Prayer – by Susie Hemingway
As Summer fades and the air is filled with signs of Autumn.
As the leaves start their change in colour and their sprinkling fall;
the rhythm and flow of life continues its clever path.
This in-between state that suspends betwixt the seasons is all my heart desires.
To call on the Gods to allow a stay with compassion,
cleverly keeping this season of harvest and life.
Protect and preserve these mere moments of joy and utter no anguished change for me,
as grateful diamonds of joy, spill from my heart.
Take these vibrant days of colour with their smiles intact, allow for NO fear,
for you have always been my brave one but you are more so now.
Do not snap and break this plan I ask,
keeping this Autumn complete and in my whispered prayers.
All Rights Reserved @ 2010
Photo from Susie Hemingway’s Collection.
Hamada doing OK
Just to let you know that Hamada has completed his first week on Revlimid and so far so good. Back ache which he is coping with but no feelings of sickness or other worrying symptoms so far. Hamada is of course very weary but managing to eat well. First early blood tests are back but we won’t get the para protein/M-Spike yet. That I presume will be at the end of the first months course. Although sleeping most of the day which is pretty usual, there is a significant improvement in some of the blood readings Haemoglobin is up a tad and there is a substantial rise in the neutrophills due I believe to the injections of filgrastim three times per week.
July Blood Counts. HB10.06 – Platelets 63 -WC.1.7 NEU –1.04
Aug Blood Counts. HB11.1 – Platelets-71 –WC1.8 – NEU –7.1 !!
Para protein last reading 21.1 (which for those who don’t understand this very important reading is the number we are fighting to reduce)
We continue to go for weekly blood tests and then ring later in the day to confirm we can continue with this Chemotherapy regime. A real balancing act watching the condition of Hamada’s blood at every stage. Thank you Doctor C and Sister Tracy for this great attention to detail.
We Pretend ? – by Susie Hemingway.
Do we pretend dear one?
As judgements are made and disclosed
In fretful haze we nuzzle closer
To mirror the fears that we know.
Do we pretend dear one?
As smiles and platitudes wither my heart
Perhaps we do, as we dream anew
Of positive days that will last.
We laugh as we follow regimes
But I’m frightened of this new terrain
Praying, dreaming and hoping
That this time there will be some gain.
Still in the consuming darkness
When sleep will just not come
I hear you fretful in slumber
Are we pretending dear one?
As in the yellowing dawn light
As my heart pushes down the pain
I think of all the others fighting a similar game,
I think of how far we’ve all come
Such bravery that cuts through this bane
To push down this ‘Wicked Beast’,
And make positive steps to gain.
No! I don’t think we’re pretending
Not in the very least
I’m proud of my warrior
Who struggles through with steely belief ,
Proud of my friends who daily defend
Giving him cause to go on
And yes of course I know we can make it,
We’ve really no need to pretend,
We’ve really no need to pretend…
Picture: Arab Warrior Leading A Charge by Adolf Schreyer
My Clock – by Susie Hemingway
On the eve of Hamada starting more Chemotherapy,I felt it appropriate as we finish our lovely Summer without treatment, to post once again this short verse first written in 2008.
My Clock.
How peaceful in this pavilion
as the pendulum is free to swing,
I wish to guard these regulated movements
as you oscillate in free time.
I wish to savour your liberty of actions
your power of self-determination.
I need to imprison and restrain this time,
to mend this clock of mine.
All Rights Reserved – June 2008
Grandpa by Manu – July 2010
The following poem was found in my Grandson’s text book at the end of term. Nothing has been changed, it is just as it was written. It brought tears to my eyes when reading but I wanted to share it with you.
Emmanuel (Manu) is 10 years old.
My Grandpa’s really kind,
I knew he’d go to heaven,
since he got bone cancer,
when I was seven.
I think he laughs at any joke,
whether it’s good or bad,
and if he thinks it’s really good,
he laughs like he’s gone mad!
Usually he has to sleep,
since he needs his rest,
so when he is awake
he’s always at his best.
Before he ever got ill,
he used to play with me,
I used to kick a football
to him and back to me!
Alas not anymore,
we only laugh and talk,
it doesn’t stop me loving,
even if he can barely walk.
A Simple English Rose and Some Treats For Christina
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Sadness At News.
This week we learnt that our friend and Hamada’s fellow warrior, travelling the same MM road has passed away. He was a lovely gentleman whom we had come to know during the trips to Lincoln County and more so during the recent rounds of Velcade Chemotherapy (both having the same regimes). This gentleman was the subject of my poem “The Man With The White Knitted Hat†which is shown below in a recent post. It has saddened as both very much and we send our heartfelt condolences to his dear wife. God Speed Keith, your journey with MM was all too short.
The Gentleness Of Your Silence
As soft as the evening breeze
that trembles through the tallest trees
as meditative as your words allow,
entwined and tangled in these Summer days.
The crystal clarity in your eyes
tells more in a dear face of courage,
than the gentleness of your silence.
Not so much now a belligerent waging war
nor a stricken fight,
just a gentle silence that goes on into the night.
Words are difficult for you to find
It does not matter for I don’t mind,
the gentleness of your silence is far more
than feckless words that blow in the Summer wind.
The brushstrokes of our life unfold clearly
as you focus daily to capture strength,
this Summer of endless joys
nothing more is needed,
no more
than the gentleness of your silence…