Hello again!! It's been WAY too long since I actually posted on here and it's definitely time for a new entry. First of all, thank you for all of the wonderful birthday wishes at the beginning of the month! Even though I had to stay in my princess tower (a.k.a. hotel room :)) as I'm not quite to day 100 after transplant yet, I had a great birthday! I had my regular doctor visit in the morning and one of my nurse practitioners made me an adorable cake, presented while the staff sang happy birthday. It was SO thoughtful...and so yummy! My Mom also made me my favorite carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, a family recipe that is absolutely to die for. I had a fantastic birthday and, as my Mom kept reminding me, I'm no longer a teenager! What a weird thought. I do like how one of my sorority sisters put it when she wrote on my facebook wall: I'm beginning a new, cancer-free decade. Being thankful for the healing I've experienced is something I've been working on a LOT.
As mentioned before, I'm still trapped in the hotel until May 15th, which means today is day 82 out of 100. I can't go into stores or any other buildings (besides my twice weekly doctor visits at the hospital), and when I'm in the hotel lobby or at the hospital I have to wear a mask to keep germs away. My immune system is getting stronger as I go more and more days after transplant, but it's still a brand new immune system, like a baby's, so I will have to slowly build up my immunity. Also, and I've been asked about this, yes, unfortunately, I will have to get my baby shots again in about a year.
I still have to do that hour of walking every day to keep my heart and lungs healthy. I thought over time that I'd learn to like it or at the very least tolerate it...but it seems that every time I have to get up and do my walks I dread it. I have to do a total of an hour of walking a day, so I split it into two 30 minute walks. The chilly Chicago weather has kept me inside for the majority of the 100 days, walking the hallways and climbing stairs to complete my 30-minute sessions. However, thankfully the weather has taken a turn in the last couple of days and I've been able to walk outside at a park just down the street from my hotel! At least walking outside is better than the hallways; warm sun, fresh air, and things to look at. Still, it's so hard for me to honestly enjoy walking. My leg muscles are still building back up so they usually ache, and 30 minutes seems more like hours.
When my Mom takes me on walks, she often comments how thankful she is. Thankful mostly that I'm finally out of the hospital, feeling the fresh air and sunshine rather than looking out the big windows in the infamous hospital hallway I'd have to walk in. I have so much more to be thankful for, too...thankful that my cancer was curable; thankful for the support of my family and friends; thankful for my sister giving me new life by donating her stem cells to me; thankful for my body responding well to the transplant; thankful for the families who fundraised enough for me to stay in a nice hotel for my 100 days; thankful that, although I can't go many places, I can go practically anywhere outside; thankful that I have a healthy heart and lungs; thankful that I have an amazing doctor who's giving me the best care I could get; and so much more. I'm trying so hard to be more positive and see these great factors rather than focusing on not being back at school, not having my hair back, or having to walk an hour a day for who knows how long. My Mom often reminds me that it's much easier in life to look at what you don't have...but it sure will make you miserable. Pray for me that I can begin to find more joy in warm days and finally breathing in fresh, non-hospital air!
Peace and love coming your way tonight!
Love,
Sarah
Saturday, April 27, 2013
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Sunday, February 17, 2013
I'm a SURVIVOR
I have some
AMAZING NEWS today!!!
I can now
officially say:
I AM CANCER
FREE!!!
Yesterday my
counts went WAY up, meaning that my sister’s cells have officially “engrafted”
to my bone marrow!! With my white cell counts coming up to an almost normal
level, most of the pain and side effects I’ve had have almost magically
disappeared and finally left a happy, comfortable Sarah. Today I was talking
with my Aunt and said something about me having cancer; she said, “Sweetie, you
don’t have cancer anymore.” It totally took me by surprise. I knew I was going
to be cancer free after my transplant, but the engraftment makes it official.
WOW. Thinking about all I’ve been through since this whole process began, from
mid-September to as little as 3 days ago, I can’t believe that I’m moving from
being a cancer patient to a cancer survivor. The word survivor holds so much
meaning for me: it means that I was challenged to fight for the rest of my
life, and I not only stepped up to the plate…I WON.
As I lay in
my hospital bed with tears of joy but exhaustion from a long and difficult
battle, I’m preparing for the last leg of my journey. Although it’s been one of
the hardest things I’ve ever done, I have worked my butt off through this
entire transplant. Although I was really sick, in pain, and exhausted from
getting chemo and radiation before my transplant, every day on the bone marrow
transplant floor I had to meet certain goals: Be out of bed and in a chair for 10
hours a day; eat 1,500 calories a day; exercise 60 minutes a day; and take 2
baths a day. All of these measures are to make sure that patients stay strong
during transplant since it’s such a critical time. Staying in bed all day, for
example, can very easily cause pneumonia, which could be fatal to someone with
low white blood cell counts. While it was extremely difficult to meet all of my
goals, I was absolutely determined to get out of this hospital as soon as possible.
In order to be discharged from the hospital, the nurses had to have charted
that I was accomplishing all my daily tasks no matter how high my counts were.
My doctor estimated about 2 weeks from transplant until I could leave, but my
social worker warned me that most people take 3-4 weeks to reach the eating and
exercise goals. However, my doctor told me I was ready to leave on DAY 12 after
transplant!!! I had worked so hard every day, even when I was feeling sick or
in pain, and it ended up paying off. All those prayers for strength and
endurance were definitely heard, so thank you for all of you guys who were
praying for me! <3
Here are some awesome pictures from the actual transplant:
Here are some awesome pictures from the actual transplant:
My brave little donor who saved my life <3 Love you, Mary!!!
As I said
above, I’m now on the homestretch: getting ready for the rest of my 100 days
that I’ll spend in an extended-stay hotel. It’s actually a really nice room
that’s almost like a little apartment for me! I still have strict rules to
follow about diet, exercise, and keeping myself away from germs. However, to me
this is like the sprint at the end of a marathon; the finish line is finally in
sight. Thoughts of going back to school, going on vacation, or even just little
things like going shopping or going out to eat are keeping my head up and
becoming more real every day!
Overall
right now, life is GOOD. I’m almost pain-free, I’m out of the hospital in just
a day or two, and I STILL have amazing family and friends supporting me every step of this final sprint. Tonight, I’m praising God and counting my blessings for a
successful transplant that is giving me years and years of LIFE and a life that
will be lived with more contentment and meaning than I would have found otherwise.
“Living life to the fullest” sure does have a whole new meaning to a girl who can now say that she is a SURVIVOR.
Love love
love,
Sarah
<3
P.s. This song was all I could think about while writing this post, so enjoy a little old school Beyonce ;)
Monday, February 11, 2013
Hope and pray!
Hi to all of Sarah’s family, friends, and supporters!
This is Sarah’s Mom, providing an update on her progress after the bone marrow transplant, with her permission. Sarah has not felt up to writing her own blog entry for a little while, so I thought I should let you all know how she has been doing.
As you all know, Monday, February 4 became Sarah’s new birthday! On that evening, Sarah received the precious stem cells which were harvested over a span of two days from her sister, Mary. Mary’s courage in undergoing this procedure was remarkable; she had to undergo injections for five days to generate extra cells. These injections cause muscle and bone pain. Then Mary had a central line surgically implanted and had to lay still for 8 hours the first day (and about 5 the second) as the apheresis machine did its work. Mary was the youngest and smallest donor that Loyola has worked with, so she received some extra attention to be sure all went smoothly.
During Mary’s time of injections and preparations, Sarah also garnered lots of courage in enduring four days of twice-daily radiation and then two days of aggressive chemo. The side effects of these treatments have been difficult for our Tough Cookie. We liken these days post-transplant to Marine boot camp. For these weeks, while we wait for Mary’s cells to engraft and Sarah’s counts to recover, Sarah lives on the transplant floor with a challenging regimen of exercise, nutrition, and other requirements, no matter how she feels physically. No excuses allowed. Boot camp, indeed…but all designed for a healthy outcome.
It is hoped that within two weeks, this engraftment will occur. After that, Sarah will begin her 100 days of isolation in a specially-contracted hotel room close by the hospital. She will continue to maintain the strict protocols for transplant recipients, and spend two days a week back here at Loyola in a special outpatient-type unit.
As you can imagine, it was terribly difficult to watch two of my children suffer through the pre-transplant procedures, as well as the transplant itself. But the strength that comes from watching the kind of unconditional love to which we all aspire kept me going. Mary never, ever complained, even once. Sarah has never, ever told me that this challenge is too hard to overcome. And we were astonished at what happened on the 4th, transplant day…nearly 1500 people pledged to pray for Sarah that day. Hundreds prayed and fasted, too, from all faith backgrounds and beliefs. Many were strangers to us—friends of friends, and some had simply heard Sarah’s story and felt called to lift her up to God. The Holy Spirit was moving powerfully that day, and we felt it.
And, so, we wait. We await engraftment. We wait for Sarah’s counts to rise again, so that her pain will decrease. As hard as it is, I have learned that waiting is holy. Waiting forces all of us to look to God’s face for help and hope. We train our gaze on Him, trusting in the promise of Romans 8:28…that somehow, in some way, good will come from these experiences. How about you? What are you waiting for? What is causing difficulty in your life? God undoubtedly uses suffering to advance the gospel, even when we cannot comprehend it. We wait, and we trust.
Know that Sarah remains firm in her faith. Know that your many cards and well wishes have lifted her up on some of her roughest days. Thank you to her wonderful friend, Megan, who traveled all the way from St. Louis just to be with Sarah on the 4th. Thanks to all the Kappa Deltas who continue to be such a support to their sorority sis—even sending her the largest teddy bear I have ever seen! Thanks to all for your love and prayers for our tough cookie. I’m sure she will be posting soon, when Mary’s cells have found their home in Sarah’s bone marrow. Hope and pray!
Love, Mrs. W.
Monday, January 28, 2013
This One's a Fighter
Today was the big day: the official START of the transplant process.
Yes, it was just my first day of radiation. I have 3 more days of radiation, then I'll be admitted to the hospital to receive my 2 days of strong chemotherapy inpatient, and have one day to rest. Then...my second birthday.
Yes, one week from today, Monday, February 4th, 2013, I'm going to receive my sister's stem cells, which will implant in my bone marrow that was wiped clean of cancer cells by the radiation and chemo. In just one week, I will officially be able to say that I have no more cancer in my body.
WOW.
As positive as that is, I am still going to be fighting for my life after my transplant, every single day. See, I'm moving to the official "bone marrow transplant floor" rather than being on the pediatric floor like I was before. Instead of spending days lying in bed and only walking twice during the day, I'm required to be out of bed at least 10 hours of each day. I also have to do a whole hour of exercise every day; walking on a treadmill or through the halls, pedaling on a stationary bike...whatever gets me out of bed and moving. Now, that probably seems like NOTHING. There is a comfy chair in my room I can cuddle up in (as long as my body stays upright), so technically I could take naps in it or watch TV. However, when you're sick, tired, weak, and nauseous from chemotherapy and radiation treatments, I know first-hand that all you want to do is lay in bed all day. Most days right after my previous chemo treatments, getting out of bed even just to go pee was the hardest thing in the world and took all my strength. However, back then I could simply crawl back into bed and curl up again. Not on the transplant floor. The reason for having to be out of bed so much is completely valid and for my own good: fluid can build up in the bottom of my lungs if I'm laying down too often, and if bacteria enters that fluid it can give me pneumonia. Tons of studies have shown that patients are much, MUCH more likely to develop pneumonia if all they do is lay in bed.
Why is this at all relevant to anything?
First of all, I wanted to give my supporters a heads' up about what's going on with me now! Second, I want to illustrate that the time after transplant is going to have to be my time to fight...and I need prayers and support as I've had through my chemo treatments to get through this. While I am definitely still a tough cookie and I have no doubt that I have the strength to get through the next few months, the fact is that it's not going to be an easy road. I'm going to have to push myself beyond my limits. Think about the last time you were really, really sick. What did you do? Take off work? Stay home from school? And what did you do in your free time? Most likely, you lay down in your cozy bed and slept or watched TV. When the human body feels sick, what it wants most is rest. But, in my case, I have to be up and exercising even when I feel sick as a dog. It's not what my body is used to doing, so I have to mentally push past my body telling me over and over to get into bed and instead obey my doctor's orders. Another example of my situation: when you get a bad stomach ache or feel nauseous, what do you do? Avoid food? Lay down? Maybe you even have to throw up sometimes to make your stomach feel better. However, since the radiation and chemo causes me to be nauseous most of the time, I have to make myself eat, exercise, and do my best to maintain my weight.
I'll be totally honest with all of you reading this: I DON'T want to have to go through this transplant. I don't want to have to lose my hair a second time just as I was getting my eyelashes back. I don't want to lose what I've built up since being so weak after my last chemo. I don't want to have to deny my body from laying in bed all day, and I certainly don't want to walk on a stupid treadmill when I feel like absolute crap.
BUT...
I am a FIGHTER, and I've fought so hard already to get to this point. I remember when I first got sick, my cousin played this song for me a lot, and I think it's gotta be my "theme song" for this whole journey: The Figher, by Gym Class Heroes. Here's a link if you haven't heard it! (Warning: there are two words in the song that some may find inappropriate, so if you're showing this to younger kids or something check out the lyrics first OR find a clean version on youtube! :))
"Give me scars,
Give me pain,
Then they'll say to me...
There goes the fighter
Here comes a fighter
Then they'll say to me...
This one's a fighter."
I was thinking about the lyrics to this song as I was making a mix CD to use during my radiation sessions. All I could think is how this song has summed up this entire journey and continues to have great meaning. I'll have two big scars on my chest from the "ports" they use to give medications and draw blood 24/7...I've been through more pain than I would have ever expected I'd have to go through in my life...but, the fact is, when all of this is over and I'm healthy and well, I'm going to be able to get through ANY obstacle in my path in the future. See, while right now I'm much weaker than I used to be physically, in all other aspects I am many, many times STRONGER. Having made it through all the twists and turns that come with such a horrible diagnosis, I've learned things I don't think I'd ever learn otherwise, and one of those lessons has been about being willing to fight for myself. When I have to be on that bone marrow transplant floor, and I have to get up every day and exercise instead of staying in bed, every day that I get out of bed and make my feet hit the floor will be a little victory. A little victory against the brick wall in front of me that's crumbling down more and more: Cancer. And very soon, I'll be able to say that that brick wall is torn down, gone, just a memory. Yes, soon...I'll be a SURVIVOR.
Everyone faces obstacles. Unfortunately, I had to have cancer standing in front of me...but what's your brick wall? If there's anything good that comes from this measly blog post, I hope it's that the people who have heard my story know that it's the story of a fighter; a fighter who never gave up. In the same way, I want to encourage all of my supporters to identify brick walls they face and break the walls down rather than running the other way. If I can get through chemo, radiation, and a bone marrow transplant, you can get through that crazy research paper or find a job somewhere. Sometimes, it just takes the will to get out of bed and force your feet to hit the floor.
Well, there's a little wisdom for ya I guess...take it or leave it! I'm not trying to sound preachy, but to be honest? I don't want my experience with cancer to be the worst thing that ever happened to me. I want to see it as a learning experience, even if it's an experience nobody wants to have to learn. Because I still have such strong faith that there's a reason and a purpose even for my horrible diagnosis, I choose to see my glass half-full. I choose to fight...to fight for my life. Although challenges are coming up quickly, I'd rather just get them all overwith so I can be healthy again and get back to the way my life used to be: school, an apartment, friends all around me. However, I can promise you I myself won't necessarily be the same; to quote Wicked (as my sorority sisters and I did all through recruitment), I've changed "for good."
I'm a FIGHTER.
Love,
Sarah
<3
Yes, it was just my first day of radiation. I have 3 more days of radiation, then I'll be admitted to the hospital to receive my 2 days of strong chemotherapy inpatient, and have one day to rest. Then...my second birthday.
Yes, one week from today, Monday, February 4th, 2013, I'm going to receive my sister's stem cells, which will implant in my bone marrow that was wiped clean of cancer cells by the radiation and chemo. In just one week, I will officially be able to say that I have no more cancer in my body.
WOW.
As positive as that is, I am still going to be fighting for my life after my transplant, every single day. See, I'm moving to the official "bone marrow transplant floor" rather than being on the pediatric floor like I was before. Instead of spending days lying in bed and only walking twice during the day, I'm required to be out of bed at least 10 hours of each day. I also have to do a whole hour of exercise every day; walking on a treadmill or through the halls, pedaling on a stationary bike...whatever gets me out of bed and moving. Now, that probably seems like NOTHING. There is a comfy chair in my room I can cuddle up in (as long as my body stays upright), so technically I could take naps in it or watch TV. However, when you're sick, tired, weak, and nauseous from chemotherapy and radiation treatments, I know first-hand that all you want to do is lay in bed all day. Most days right after my previous chemo treatments, getting out of bed even just to go pee was the hardest thing in the world and took all my strength. However, back then I could simply crawl back into bed and curl up again. Not on the transplant floor. The reason for having to be out of bed so much is completely valid and for my own good: fluid can build up in the bottom of my lungs if I'm laying down too often, and if bacteria enters that fluid it can give me pneumonia. Tons of studies have shown that patients are much, MUCH more likely to develop pneumonia if all they do is lay in bed.
Why is this at all relevant to anything?
First of all, I wanted to give my supporters a heads' up about what's going on with me now! Second, I want to illustrate that the time after transplant is going to have to be my time to fight...and I need prayers and support as I've had through my chemo treatments to get through this. While I am definitely still a tough cookie and I have no doubt that I have the strength to get through the next few months, the fact is that it's not going to be an easy road. I'm going to have to push myself beyond my limits. Think about the last time you were really, really sick. What did you do? Take off work? Stay home from school? And what did you do in your free time? Most likely, you lay down in your cozy bed and slept or watched TV. When the human body feels sick, what it wants most is rest. But, in my case, I have to be up and exercising even when I feel sick as a dog. It's not what my body is used to doing, so I have to mentally push past my body telling me over and over to get into bed and instead obey my doctor's orders. Another example of my situation: when you get a bad stomach ache or feel nauseous, what do you do? Avoid food? Lay down? Maybe you even have to throw up sometimes to make your stomach feel better. However, since the radiation and chemo causes me to be nauseous most of the time, I have to make myself eat, exercise, and do my best to maintain my weight.
I'll be totally honest with all of you reading this: I DON'T want to have to go through this transplant. I don't want to have to lose my hair a second time just as I was getting my eyelashes back. I don't want to lose what I've built up since being so weak after my last chemo. I don't want to have to deny my body from laying in bed all day, and I certainly don't want to walk on a stupid treadmill when I feel like absolute crap.
BUT...
I am a FIGHTER, and I've fought so hard already to get to this point. I remember when I first got sick, my cousin played this song for me a lot, and I think it's gotta be my "theme song" for this whole journey: The Figher, by Gym Class Heroes. Here's a link if you haven't heard it! (Warning: there are two words in the song that some may find inappropriate, so if you're showing this to younger kids or something check out the lyrics first OR find a clean version on youtube! :))
"Give me scars,
Give me pain,
Then they'll say to me...
There goes the fighter
Here comes a fighter
Then they'll say to me...
This one's a fighter."
I was thinking about the lyrics to this song as I was making a mix CD to use during my radiation sessions. All I could think is how this song has summed up this entire journey and continues to have great meaning. I'll have two big scars on my chest from the "ports" they use to give medications and draw blood 24/7...I've been through more pain than I would have ever expected I'd have to go through in my life...but, the fact is, when all of this is over and I'm healthy and well, I'm going to be able to get through ANY obstacle in my path in the future. See, while right now I'm much weaker than I used to be physically, in all other aspects I am many, many times STRONGER. Having made it through all the twists and turns that come with such a horrible diagnosis, I've learned things I don't think I'd ever learn otherwise, and one of those lessons has been about being willing to fight for myself. When I have to be on that bone marrow transplant floor, and I have to get up every day and exercise instead of staying in bed, every day that I get out of bed and make my feet hit the floor will be a little victory. A little victory against the brick wall in front of me that's crumbling down more and more: Cancer. And very soon, I'll be able to say that that brick wall is torn down, gone, just a memory. Yes, soon...I'll be a SURVIVOR.
Everyone faces obstacles. Unfortunately, I had to have cancer standing in front of me...but what's your brick wall? If there's anything good that comes from this measly blog post, I hope it's that the people who have heard my story know that it's the story of a fighter; a fighter who never gave up. In the same way, I want to encourage all of my supporters to identify brick walls they face and break the walls down rather than running the other way. If I can get through chemo, radiation, and a bone marrow transplant, you can get through that crazy research paper or find a job somewhere. Sometimes, it just takes the will to get out of bed and force your feet to hit the floor.
Well, there's a little wisdom for ya I guess...take it or leave it! I'm not trying to sound preachy, but to be honest? I don't want my experience with cancer to be the worst thing that ever happened to me. I want to see it as a learning experience, even if it's an experience nobody wants to have to learn. Because I still have such strong faith that there's a reason and a purpose even for my horrible diagnosis, I choose to see my glass half-full. I choose to fight...to fight for my life. Although challenges are coming up quickly, I'd rather just get them all overwith so I can be healthy again and get back to the way my life used to be: school, an apartment, friends all around me. However, I can promise you I myself won't necessarily be the same; to quote Wicked (as my sorority sisters and I did all through recruitment), I've changed "for good."
I'm a FIGHTER.
Love,
Sarah
<3
Monday, January 14, 2013
There's No Place Like Home...For Now. Finally, the Final Info About My Bone Marrow Transplant!
I wanted to add to the title: *clicks sparkly shoes together*...but it was just too cheesy to use a Wizard of Oz reference, and I was worried younger readers may not even understand the reference anymore! :) Anyway, I have LOTS of HUGE news to share that I know many of you are really eager to hear!
First of all, yes, I am finally HOME and it feels absolutely incredible! Getting to see both of my parents and my 3 younger siblings on a daily basis is a wonderful treat after spending so long in the hospital. I even got to see my older sister, who's normally away at school, for the first few days I was home since she was still on Christmas break! In case you've lost track, I've been in the hospital since September 19th, minus the one week I was allowed home between the first and second rounds of chemo sometime in the fall...October-ish?...so finally spending some time as a family was something I've missed being gone for so long. After the second cycle of chemo I was finally in remission, so my doctors wanted to start the 3rd cycle immediately rather than letting me go home for Christmas. When I posted that I was in remission, my INCREDIBLE friends and supporters I met my first summer working summer camp at Lifetime Fitness, Maryclare and Olivia Flores, made a video with their acapella group at Depaw University. I do want to say that I have had a HUGE number of videos posted in support, including one I'll talk about later from my sorority sisters, and I will definitely be including links to other cool videos people have made in future posts! However, I remember my Mom showing me this video in particular one night at the hospital, and I just remember sitting there absolutely SOBBING into my Mom's shoulder. It was so overwhelming (in a good way!!) to know that an entire acapella group of mostly strangers wanted to dedicate a song to me at their concert in front of what sounds like a big audience! In addition, the song that they chose was so perfect. Here's a link if you'd like to watch!
I posted this video in particular because I do have some news to share that at first will sound like pretty bad news; however, I PROMISE that it's not really that bad after all.
The reason I went through those first 3 cycles of chemotherapy, which I am FINALLY DONE WITH!!! :), was to prepare my body for my bone marrow transplant and hopefully get me into remission before the actual transplant needs to be done. We were told by my Pediatric doctors that the less cancer in my body at the time of transplant, the better my outcome will be. Back in December when I was told that I was finally in remission after my second cycle of chemo, my parents and I were SO happy! Although I was disappointed that I didn't get to go home for Christmas, I was totally fine with missing ONE Christmas out of a lifetime of Christmases if it meant I'd stay in remission.
After my 3rd cycle of chemo, I had a final bone marrow biopsy to make sure I was still in remission before sending me off to my new transplant doctor, Doctor Stiff. Before I keep going, I want to take a minute to talk about Dr. Stiff. Quite a while ago, I had to make a difficult decision of where I was going to have my bone marrow transplant; at Loyola, they don't have a pediatric transplant team, so I'd have to transfer to the adult transplant service. When I was first admitted I was on the adult oncology service for the 3 cycles of chemo that were planned, and I didn't have a great experience with the adult doctors. Transferring to peds made me much more comfortable and happy. However, meeting with Dr. Stiff changed my perspective on adult medicine at Loyola. Although he doesn't have the best bedside manner, which I had been warned about numerous times, he honestly treated me as an individual. I knew that to him, I wasn't just another chart or another patient. I was Sarah, a patient with a very specific type of Leukemia that he had treated many times in the past. He already had a plan for me based on the top-of-the-line, brand new research he kept extremely informed on, and he did his best to joke around with me about the Cubs vs. the White Sox (Go Cubbies!!). I also learned that he is a world-renowned bone marrow transplant doctor, and that people literally come from all over the world just to get a bone marrow transplant from him! After realizing that I was extremely blessed to have the opportunity to be treated by this doctor, I knew that being treated by Dr. Stiff and his team was going to be my best bet for a successful transplant. Prayer played a huge part in choosing a hospital and a doctor, and I still believe that God's plan for my transplant is to have the transplant from Dr. Stiff. Thank you to the people who were praying constantly for the "decision making" that my parents asked others to pray for to have a firm answer. After all of the prayers, God made the answer extremely clear to my parents and me!
Going back to my earlier story...after my 3rd cycle of chemo and the bone marrow biopsy done after, I got what I thought was horrible news: I wasn't in remission anymore. To be classified as "in remission," I had to have less than 5% of "blasts," or the leukemia cells. Instead, I was at 7%. My Mom and I began speculating what that meant for the transplant: more chemo? A worse outcome? Did it matter that I was only 2 or 3 percent over, rather than being 10 or 20 percent over? We had never been told that I had a chance to relapse after reaching remission, which also made us both feel like the truth had been withheld from us for however many months since we celebrated remission. If I had been told there was a chance for relapse, I think it would have made the news a little less shocking. Thankfully, the very same day we were told the bad news, I had an appointment with Dr. Stiff to go over the plan for my transplant. When we met with him, he explained to us that with my specific type of Leukemia, he wouldn't have considered me "in remssion" unless I had reached 1 or 2% instead of the 7% I was at...and, more surprisingly, I only had a 2% chance of even reaching remission because of the complications of my type of Leukemia. Again, this news was a shock to my Mom and me, but we were comforted when Dr. Stiff told us that he wanted to proceed in the exact same way he had had planned for a while now. No extra chemo, no hoops to jump through; Dr. Stiff anticipated that I probably wouldn't have been in remission anyway and planned accordingly. I still have a great chance of successfully making it through transplant, contrary to our previous notion that I'd need to be in remission before transplant. We had a little bit of a sigh of relief before LOTS of big news.
As we sat in Dr. Stiff's office and he told us exactly what was going to happen over the next few months during my transplant, I held back tears because of how overwhelming all of the information is. I was able to stay calm and collected while meeting with the doctor, but the second he walked out of the door, I lost it. Hearing things like "At this point of transplant, a simple cold can kill you" or, "I've had patients who have relapsed as early as 30 days after transplant" is really scary and hard to hear. However, as hard as it was, I appreciated so much that he was willing to be absolutely upfront and honest with me and give me all the details of what I was going to be going through. I want to share with all of you a basic plan of what my transplant will entail:
- I'll be at home for about 3 weeks total, going in for my transplant sometime at the end of January. During this time, I'm strengthening my body as much as I can with breathing exercises, walks, and trips up and down stairs to help me be as strong as I can when I have to go back for transplant. I also have LOTS of tests I have to have back at Loyola during this time.
- Next, I'll have 4 days of twice-a-day radiation (which is totally new for me) at Loyola. We haven't decided yet whether I'll have to be admitted or whether I'd be able to do it outpatient and come back home every night. After radiation, I'll be admitted for 2 days of chemo, which will be pretty uncomfortable. This is all to wipe all the cells out of my bone marrow to prepare it for my sister's healthy donor cells!
- My sister will come to Loyola on the day of my transplant, which will be very soon after I'm done with the chemo. They'll take the stem cells out of Mary with a special machine I've talked about in the past (they do it by IV, so Mary won't have much pain besides some needle sticks), and put the cells right into me.
- My transplant is considered "day zero." From then, I'll have about 2 weeks of recovery in the hospital.
- After recovering, I'll go to an extended-stay hotel that works with Loyola for cleanliness and such, and start my "100 days of isolation." I won't literally have to be isolated for 100 days; I'll be able to have visitors at certain points! However, at some points during the 100 days I'll be EXTREMELY neutropenic (meaning, in case you haven't read previous posts, that I basically won't have any immune system), even more so than I was with the chemo. At those points, I'm going to be using online video chats a LOT! :)
- Once I'm done with my 100 days, as long as I don't relapse...I'm done for good!!!
Your prayers and support are what got me through my chemo, and now I'm going to need lots of prayer and support again...as long as you aren't sick of me yet! :) Prayer for endurance here at home while I try and try to get stronger...for Mary, as my donor, that she has an easy experience and continues to be the brave little sister afraid of nothing...for the radiation and chemo, that I have as easy of an experience as I possibly can, although it won't be "easy" in general...for my time in the hospital, that I regain strength quickly and respond to the transplant well...for the 100 days, that they pass quickly and that I don't get sick or have any complications that hold me back...that I won't relapse after transplant...for my family, that they adjust easily to the changes that will take place for all of them during my transplant and 100 days...and for all of my friends, family, and strangers who have been more supportive than I could have ever asked for!!!
On a different note, I'm SO excited to FINALLY be tapering off of the strong medications I've been on and slowly finding it easier and easier to do little things I had so much trouble with before: reading, writing, typing, etc. I'm still working on all of those things for sure, but hopefully I'll be back to normal sometime soon, at least with reading and writing!!
Lastly, one more request: PLEASE text me or call or text my parents if you'd like to drop by or visit!!! I still have to take LOTS of precautions while I'm home, and both my family and I are still learning to adjust. Having drop-by visits is really difficult because of how much I'm sleeping and all that my family has going on, especially with all of my testing back at Loyola; so PLEASE contact one of us about visiting instead of making a surprise visit! As much as I'd usually appreciate being surprised by a friend, right now it's much easier for all of us to know who's coming on what day. I honestly haven't felt up to having visitors in probably months, and I haven't had anyone visit me at home yet because of all of the appointments I've already had and trying to fit in some family time. If I don't get to see all the people I want to see while I'm here at home, it's just because tests and appointments for me, and family time for all of us, is more important right now than having visitors. Keep in mind that there's always Skype video chats when I'm awake and other options for staying in touch! It's been kind of weird for me to adjust from college, where I'd see friends every day, to this life, where I barely see friends at all. I hate it. :( However, my health has to come first, and my family second, so I'm doing my best to balance everything. Hopefully by next fall I'll be back at school again, hugging all of my friends and not having to worry about stupid face masks and hand sanitizer! :P
Love you all and thank you, for the millionth time, for your unending love and support. You're all helping me get through this, whether you know it or not!!! :)
Love,
Sarah
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First of all, yes, I am finally HOME and it feels absolutely incredible! Getting to see both of my parents and my 3 younger siblings on a daily basis is a wonderful treat after spending so long in the hospital. I even got to see my older sister, who's normally away at school, for the first few days I was home since she was still on Christmas break! In case you've lost track, I've been in the hospital since September 19th, minus the one week I was allowed home between the first and second rounds of chemo sometime in the fall...October-ish?...so finally spending some time as a family was something I've missed being gone for so long. After the second cycle of chemo I was finally in remission, so my doctors wanted to start the 3rd cycle immediately rather than letting me go home for Christmas. When I posted that I was in remission, my INCREDIBLE friends and supporters I met my first summer working summer camp at Lifetime Fitness, Maryclare and Olivia Flores, made a video with their acapella group at Depaw University. I do want to say that I have had a HUGE number of videos posted in support, including one I'll talk about later from my sorority sisters, and I will definitely be including links to other cool videos people have made in future posts! However, I remember my Mom showing me this video in particular one night at the hospital, and I just remember sitting there absolutely SOBBING into my Mom's shoulder. It was so overwhelming (in a good way!!) to know that an entire acapella group of mostly strangers wanted to dedicate a song to me at their concert in front of what sounds like a big audience! In addition, the song that they chose was so perfect. Here's a link if you'd like to watch!
I posted this video in particular because I do have some news to share that at first will sound like pretty bad news; however, I PROMISE that it's not really that bad after all.
The reason I went through those first 3 cycles of chemotherapy, which I am FINALLY DONE WITH!!! :), was to prepare my body for my bone marrow transplant and hopefully get me into remission before the actual transplant needs to be done. We were told by my Pediatric doctors that the less cancer in my body at the time of transplant, the better my outcome will be. Back in December when I was told that I was finally in remission after my second cycle of chemo, my parents and I were SO happy! Although I was disappointed that I didn't get to go home for Christmas, I was totally fine with missing ONE Christmas out of a lifetime of Christmases if it meant I'd stay in remission.
After my 3rd cycle of chemo, I had a final bone marrow biopsy to make sure I was still in remission before sending me off to my new transplant doctor, Doctor Stiff. Before I keep going, I want to take a minute to talk about Dr. Stiff. Quite a while ago, I had to make a difficult decision of where I was going to have my bone marrow transplant; at Loyola, they don't have a pediatric transplant team, so I'd have to transfer to the adult transplant service. When I was first admitted I was on the adult oncology service for the 3 cycles of chemo that were planned, and I didn't have a great experience with the adult doctors. Transferring to peds made me much more comfortable and happy. However, meeting with Dr. Stiff changed my perspective on adult medicine at Loyola. Although he doesn't have the best bedside manner, which I had been warned about numerous times, he honestly treated me as an individual. I knew that to him, I wasn't just another chart or another patient. I was Sarah, a patient with a very specific type of Leukemia that he had treated many times in the past. He already had a plan for me based on the top-of-the-line, brand new research he kept extremely informed on, and he did his best to joke around with me about the Cubs vs. the White Sox (Go Cubbies!!). I also learned that he is a world-renowned bone marrow transplant doctor, and that people literally come from all over the world just to get a bone marrow transplant from him! After realizing that I was extremely blessed to have the opportunity to be treated by this doctor, I knew that being treated by Dr. Stiff and his team was going to be my best bet for a successful transplant. Prayer played a huge part in choosing a hospital and a doctor, and I still believe that God's plan for my transplant is to have the transplant from Dr. Stiff. Thank you to the people who were praying constantly for the "decision making" that my parents asked others to pray for to have a firm answer. After all of the prayers, God made the answer extremely clear to my parents and me!
Going back to my earlier story...after my 3rd cycle of chemo and the bone marrow biopsy done after, I got what I thought was horrible news: I wasn't in remission anymore. To be classified as "in remission," I had to have less than 5% of "blasts," or the leukemia cells. Instead, I was at 7%. My Mom and I began speculating what that meant for the transplant: more chemo? A worse outcome? Did it matter that I was only 2 or 3 percent over, rather than being 10 or 20 percent over? We had never been told that I had a chance to relapse after reaching remission, which also made us both feel like the truth had been withheld from us for however many months since we celebrated remission. If I had been told there was a chance for relapse, I think it would have made the news a little less shocking. Thankfully, the very same day we were told the bad news, I had an appointment with Dr. Stiff to go over the plan for my transplant. When we met with him, he explained to us that with my specific type of Leukemia, he wouldn't have considered me "in remssion" unless I had reached 1 or 2% instead of the 7% I was at...and, more surprisingly, I only had a 2% chance of even reaching remission because of the complications of my type of Leukemia. Again, this news was a shock to my Mom and me, but we were comforted when Dr. Stiff told us that he wanted to proceed in the exact same way he had had planned for a while now. No extra chemo, no hoops to jump through; Dr. Stiff anticipated that I probably wouldn't have been in remission anyway and planned accordingly. I still have a great chance of successfully making it through transplant, contrary to our previous notion that I'd need to be in remission before transplant. We had a little bit of a sigh of relief before LOTS of big news.
As we sat in Dr. Stiff's office and he told us exactly what was going to happen over the next few months during my transplant, I held back tears because of how overwhelming all of the information is. I was able to stay calm and collected while meeting with the doctor, but the second he walked out of the door, I lost it. Hearing things like "At this point of transplant, a simple cold can kill you" or, "I've had patients who have relapsed as early as 30 days after transplant" is really scary and hard to hear. However, as hard as it was, I appreciated so much that he was willing to be absolutely upfront and honest with me and give me all the details of what I was going to be going through. I want to share with all of you a basic plan of what my transplant will entail:
- I'll be at home for about 3 weeks total, going in for my transplant sometime at the end of January. During this time, I'm strengthening my body as much as I can with breathing exercises, walks, and trips up and down stairs to help me be as strong as I can when I have to go back for transplant. I also have LOTS of tests I have to have back at Loyola during this time.
- Next, I'll have 4 days of twice-a-day radiation (which is totally new for me) at Loyola. We haven't decided yet whether I'll have to be admitted or whether I'd be able to do it outpatient and come back home every night. After radiation, I'll be admitted for 2 days of chemo, which will be pretty uncomfortable. This is all to wipe all the cells out of my bone marrow to prepare it for my sister's healthy donor cells!
- My sister will come to Loyola on the day of my transplant, which will be very soon after I'm done with the chemo. They'll take the stem cells out of Mary with a special machine I've talked about in the past (they do it by IV, so Mary won't have much pain besides some needle sticks), and put the cells right into me.
- My transplant is considered "day zero." From then, I'll have about 2 weeks of recovery in the hospital.
- After recovering, I'll go to an extended-stay hotel that works with Loyola for cleanliness and such, and start my "100 days of isolation." I won't literally have to be isolated for 100 days; I'll be able to have visitors at certain points! However, at some points during the 100 days I'll be EXTREMELY neutropenic (meaning, in case you haven't read previous posts, that I basically won't have any immune system), even more so than I was with the chemo. At those points, I'm going to be using online video chats a LOT! :)
- Once I'm done with my 100 days, as long as I don't relapse...I'm done for good!!!
Your prayers and support are what got me through my chemo, and now I'm going to need lots of prayer and support again...as long as you aren't sick of me yet! :) Prayer for endurance here at home while I try and try to get stronger...for Mary, as my donor, that she has an easy experience and continues to be the brave little sister afraid of nothing...for the radiation and chemo, that I have as easy of an experience as I possibly can, although it won't be "easy" in general...for my time in the hospital, that I regain strength quickly and respond to the transplant well...for the 100 days, that they pass quickly and that I don't get sick or have any complications that hold me back...that I won't relapse after transplant...for my family, that they adjust easily to the changes that will take place for all of them during my transplant and 100 days...and for all of my friends, family, and strangers who have been more supportive than I could have ever asked for!!!
On a different note, I'm SO excited to FINALLY be tapering off of the strong medications I've been on and slowly finding it easier and easier to do little things I had so much trouble with before: reading, writing, typing, etc. I'm still working on all of those things for sure, but hopefully I'll be back to normal sometime soon, at least with reading and writing!!
Lastly, one more request: PLEASE text me or call or text my parents if you'd like to drop by or visit!!! I still have to take LOTS of precautions while I'm home, and both my family and I are still learning to adjust. Having drop-by visits is really difficult because of how much I'm sleeping and all that my family has going on, especially with all of my testing back at Loyola; so PLEASE contact one of us about visiting instead of making a surprise visit! As much as I'd usually appreciate being surprised by a friend, right now it's much easier for all of us to know who's coming on what day. I honestly haven't felt up to having visitors in probably months, and I haven't had anyone visit me at home yet because of all of the appointments I've already had and trying to fit in some family time. If I don't get to see all the people I want to see while I'm here at home, it's just because tests and appointments for me, and family time for all of us, is more important right now than having visitors. Keep in mind that there's always Skype video chats when I'm awake and other options for staying in touch! It's been kind of weird for me to adjust from college, where I'd see friends every day, to this life, where I barely see friends at all. I hate it. :( However, my health has to come first, and my family second, so I'm doing my best to balance everything. Hopefully by next fall I'll be back at school again, hugging all of my friends and not having to worry about stupid face masks and hand sanitizer! :P
Love you all and thank you, for the millionth time, for your unending love and support. You're all helping me get through this, whether you know it or not!!! :)
Love,
Sarah
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Monday, January 7, 2013
Update of Some Fabulous News!
Well, as much as I LOVE the peds floor, one of the downsides is the noise: I've gotten a whole hour of sleep tonight between crying babies across the hall and a seemingly always incredibly loud next door neighbor. While waiting to get something from my nurse to let me finally get some kind of rest, I figured I'd channel my frustrations into sharing the great news my doctor had for me today with all my amazing supporters! :) (Just wish me luck my neighbor lets me at least get a nap tomorrow...PLEASE!)
Today, or technically yesterday (Sunday), my doctor told me that my white count, the number that has to get to a certain point before I get to come home, is almost to the goal number...so, after another bone marrow extraction and spinal tap to verify that my bone marrow is doing what it should, I will be going home sometime this week!!! After almost 4 months straight, minus the week I was home between rounds 1 & 2, I am beyond ready to be done with being woken up to check my vitals all the time, being stuck in the chest weekly to change my port needle, and especially listening to unnecessarily loud neighbors...for starters. I absolutely can't wait to breathe in fresh air again and have more than a single floor to roam around. Sometimes it is comforting to be in the hospital, because if anything goes wrong, you have immediate access to doctors and nurses and all the health equipment in the world. Getting a fever, for example, can happen pretty easily to kids going through chemo, and we're given antibiotics right away to kill whatever bug we pick up. If a fever happens at home, I have to be rushed back right away to get my antibiotics by IV. Regardless, breathing in the sweet, fresh air versus the dry hospital environment is an incredible feeling...no matter how scary it is sometimes to think about fevers or getting sick, there's definitely no place like home!
When my doc told me my counts, he said right after, "That is YOUR marrow that got your white count so high; yours!" After 4 grueling months of chemo, surgeries, tests, tubes...FINALLY my marrow is ready for brand new, healthy stem cells to make my body healthy again. I've been through hell and back in a lot of ways, and I'm more than ready to just be DONE with treatment!
As I move on to the final phase of treatment, I'm remembering all that God has blessed me with so far, even through the pain, and I see that He is taking incredible care of me. Yes, there's going to be pain and suffering in life, and everyone has different life battles. But, remembering the "Footprints in the Sand" story I referenced in one of my very first posts, I know that there have been many times God has picked me up and carried me through; through my parents` nonstop love and care, through those special nurses and doctors who have gone above and beyond their call for my sake, and through the letters, packages, and undying support that reminds me to keep pushing and keep fighting. I'm learning that no matter what life throws at me, God either gives me the strength to fight, or carries me through when it just feels too hard. I hope someday I'm able to share this experience with someone ready to give up...reassure him or her that when you can't bear the cards you've been dealt, you sure as heck have someone bigger and stronger willing to take it instead.
Rambling, as usual, so I'll try to get some shut-eye. Goodnight and, as always, lots of love all around! :)
Love,
Sarah
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