Everything we see and try to understand is viewed through filters that we have each developed over time for the different scenarios and situations we find ourselves in. As we swap out our perception filters, based on our ever-changing situation and circumstance, the filters themselves become distorted through the almost constant handling. It is these marred filters which determine our view of the world... Cancer and Stroke contribute significantly to the distortion.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Keeping it positive...
And those bloody hiccups keep coming back at odd moments. If nothing else, however, the hiccups remind me that I need to keep consuming fluids to flush the toxins out of my kidneys.
And no, I haven't resorted to that new med for the hiccups. I'm hoping that they will pass today... if they don't, then I will try them for Wednesday or Thursday.
I'm also feeling pretty trapped by the cold and the generally bad weather. I've been denied the use of the Jeep, so I'm not particularly mobile, not trusting my shoulder to support the stick-shift in the car. And I really don't know how much fun it would be riding around in a convertible in this weather anyway. The cat is doing his best to blame me for the fact that he can't go outside. I just can't bring myself to let him out into the -30s in case I fall asleep and don't notice that he's back. Daytime television still sucks.
So I read, and nap and try to find all the little drafts that are infiltrating the townhouse. I put on my iTouch and pace around the place as exercise.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Hiccups are bad. Hate 'em.
New drugs are on the way... a little anti-psychotic called 'chlorpromazine-oral'. If they were to ever offer it to you, make sure you read the fine print. Its got some potentially nasty side effects that I personally don't want... and one that I might similar to Viagra. The warnings say 'in the unlikely event that you have a painful, prolonged erection (lasting more than 4 hours), stop using this drug'. Okay... four hours would be good, right? Not so sure about the 'painful' part though.
I'm also doing a bit of research on the nerve that may be causing all of this... I'm not sure that I got it right the last time...
Sunday, January 27, 2008
At midnight we finally made it home, after being given 3 litres of fluid to stave off dehydration and the potential kidney damage that cisplatin can cause. They also gave me a med to stop the hiccups, which it eventually did, and a big dose of the anti-nausea meds that I hadn't been able to keep down long enough for them to work.
I got home and slept for about 10 hours. I've had my morning pills, with an Ensure (meal replacement), and am sorta waiting for any reaction. Lunch is something that I very looking forward to, not because I'm hungry, but as a way post that says I'm starting to get the cisplatin under control.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
First Chemotherapy and First Radiation
At 2:00 am this morning, I had a mild hiccup which woke me. My immediate thought was that the bought of hiccups that I had while in hospital with the feeding tube in was back. Not to disturb Gail's sleep, I moved to the couch. And then it started. First, my mouth went dry, cold and clammy. Next all the of the muscles in my mouth, even those reconstructed during the surgery from my forearm flap, contracted, pulling down into my throat. Even my tongue got into the act. Ohmigod! These are my personal indicators that I was going to vomit, sorta like tidal wave indicators. I lept off the couch and ran to the ensuite, pausing to close the door adjoining the bedroom so Gail wouldn't be disturbed; tactical error. I starting spewing. I held my mouth closed, but the shear power of the spasm in my guts forced my lips open. Yuck! I caught what I could and dashed for the toilet where I unloaded the rest. Projectile vomiting. Yuck! Yuck! The whole event took about 90 seconds to completion. And then it took me about 10 minutes to clean it all up... and Gail didn't wake up. Yay.
I had another incident after trying to eat scrambled eggs about 11:30 am. No mess this time, just straight to the toilet bowl and whooooosh.
I've also had two serious bouts of hiccups in the last few hours, and one that just started moments ago, for which I'll have to get some help from Gail. What we find is working is she will rub/pinch my earlobs while I hold my breath... this somehow redirects CO2 to a specific nerve grouping which is assumed to be responsible for the hiccups. Its a nerve called the Vagas, I think. Hey, it seems to work...
So all of this is happening within the first 24 hours of my first chemotherapy course with Cisplatin. Thank goodness today in Saturday and I don't have any radiation. Now that would have been a nightmare.
The amount of vomiting has exceeded the baselines that we were given, so we called into the telephone triage centre... there's more medication on the way.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Lining it all up...
Up early this morning to head off to the Cross for my appointments with the chemo team. At 0900 I had blood drawn at the lab. Now that is a depressing place first thing on a Monday morning... busy, very busy with patients in all phases of their therapies. I was actually a bit embarrassed to be taking up a place in line, and a chair while dealing with the questionnaire 'cause I don't feel sick, and definitely not as sick and weak as so many of them obviously did. There wasn't a lot of joy there this morning, though a couple of escorts were trying pretty hard. A brisk walk back to the Area C desk to turn in my clipboard of answered questions, and then off to the Sunshine Cafe for a cup of coffee and a rice crisp square.
Mondays must the day for the local Mennonite ladies to volunteer...
I headed back for my 1000 with Dr. Koski and her nurse, and was surprised that it wasn't Nicola from the first visit. Instead, the nurse is an aggressively positive Jean. To give you an example, we were talking about issues relating to the healing of the skin grafts, and I moaned a bit about the scar on the right side of my neck not looking as neat and tidy as the rest. She pulled herself up to her full 4' 8" and forcefully announced that they were 'life lines', and went off to find the doctor.
Dr. Koski arrived in her usual swirl of energy, plopped down in her chair and dove right into the conversation. We now have an idea of where and when we get to poison the cancer cells. Friday of this week we start. (I made a joke about ruining my weekend and Jean gave me a 'giving up one weekend so the rest of your weekends will be joyful' response when she mentioned it before the doctor came in. Like I said, aggressively positive.) She ran through the litany of the questionnaire and settled on the c. Diff. I told her that my system was functioning very well, in fact slightly better than before the surgery. She was pleased. Several minutes later, on my way out of the Cross, I was not quite so pleased. Whether its stress, or a delayed hang over from the weekend, my digestive tract betrayed me. Its been an odd afternoon since...
By the way, I just poured out that chardonnay and opened a fresh sauvignon blanc. It, too, tastes like crap. This does not bode well.
With the rest of my day, I went to physio, went to the Westin to sort out that bloody parking ticket, tried to take a nap (can't sleep!) fiddled with my website and worked on this blog. I called Krista, the yoga woman and am waiting for a call back.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Time to build the delivery roster
On Friday morning at 0936 (odd time, isn't it) we go for the first radiation therapy session. This is the one that I've been dreading. Remembering what I've said about the mask and the way the session was explained to me, I'm a bit nervous about the claustrophobia. Gail will be with me and we'll make sure to take the atavan along with us, just in case.
So, part of this week will be building the 'delivery roster' for the next seven weeks; who is going to be responsible for getting me to and from the Cross each day of therapy. I'd like to think that, with the exception of the chemo days, I can handle this myself. I may be able to do it so long as the claustrophobia doesn't get the better of me and force me to use the atavan. I really do want to be somewhat self reliant. Macho bullshit? Independence. I do appreciate what everyone is doing for me, and wants to do for me, but there are some things that I'd like to be able to do for myself. Driving back and forth to radiation therapy is one of the things. If I can do that for myself, then I can make a better case for getting back onto one of the projects at work. Obviously, because of the compromised immune system, any work I do will need to be through the wonders of technology and telecommunication...
Friday, January 18, 2008
The Glove(s) are off... sort of.
Yay!
So now its just a matter of applying moisturizers a couple times a day, and protecting the site from extremes of hot and cold, and not using soap directly on the wound area. And we wait for the bit of staple to work its way to the top of the scar so we can get it out. Oh, maybe I didn't mention that. As I healed and the scabbing came off, we discovered the leg of three staples still left in the arm. Two of them were easily removed, but the third has proven difficult to grab. We're waiting for it to work its way through a few more layers of skin so we can grab it without having to excavate.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Quality of Light and Quality of Life

The quality of light in the kitchen this morning was not so fascinating. It was more on the annoying side as one of the florescent tubes began to flicker. With no one else around, and my generally impatient nature starting to surface again, I took the bulb out and reset it, successfully. But it took forever. The task is not that difficult, really. My shoulder complicates things. The damage to the spinal accessory nerve has not completely repaired itself, so there was a great deal of discomfort associated with the tube work.
I tried a few overhand swings, and windmilling motions with my right arm. I'm almost convinced that the motion is deteriorating, rather than getting better. Something is going wrong...
I have always enjoyed my height. I have always enjoyed not needing a ladder for some things, for being asked to get things from the top shelf at home, for being asked by strangers (or just doing it) to help get something off a store shelf. Not being able to is disquieting.
And the real question is how will this affect my sailing if I can't get the range of motion back?
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Cross Cancer Institute follow ups
Last night a volunteer from the Cross called to check in with me... to ask if there was anything that I needed to know, wanted to know, or generally needed.
Very comforting.
Forearm Flap Healing Well


Monday, January 14, 2008
Building the companion website
http://members.shaw.ca/rbspecht
Ya, I know... I gotta get a cool domain name to go with it, but for right now, just take a look at the site, okay?
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Status of the Mandibular Swing

I can't quite get three fingers, stacked vertically, in my mouth, but its really close. The hinges of my jaw are functioning brilliantly, clicking only occasionally. In fact, sitting here right now, I can't make them click. When I open and close my mouth I can feel the pull in my neck immediately under the jaw line. There is a region along the jaw line that remains numb, or has a reduced sensation that varies in width from about 1" wide to 3" wide. It actually feels like I'm wearing a scarf cinched too tight all the time. The numbness extends in an arc up to the scalp and encircling the right ear. And no, the right ear doesn't have all the feeling, but I can hear perfectly.
The other things that I feel when I open and close my mouth are associated with the split lip and the sacrificed tooth. There is a definite 'pull' slightly right of centre. And it feels as if the jaw is still trying to do something about that missing tooth. I'm pretty sure, however, that it is more about the musculature and the floor of my mouth trying to train each other in their new duties. The less than acceptable autonomic function of the tongue isn't helping.
My 'keloid' style of healing (big, lumpy scars) is really making itself an annoyance on the inside of my lip. The cut line, or the scar tends to find its way into the gap created by the missing tooth. While I'm waiting for the radiation therapy to begin, I've let my beard grow back. I am very pleased to say that it will, eventually, totally cover the scar on my chin. But I am not particularly fond of those unkempt beards that cover the neck/throat, so I'm, once again, thinking that I need to resume the use of the vitamin E goop to help with the scars from the neck dissection.
My lips are feeling much better. True, the lower lip tends to be dry, and is really sensitive to the cold winds of winter. I do not have much, if any, control over the lower right lip. The lower left looks slumped.
This morning I find the tongue to be even better. The range of motion is improved. I can 'swipe' all of my teeth, front and back, inside and outside, with only minor discomfort in a couple of locations. There is still quite a bit of numbness on the right side of the tongue, but for the most part, I do have significantly improved control. It sounds/feels like I'm still talking with unnecessary sibilance, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was less so than a week ago. I do have to be aware of which telephone I use, here at home. One of the handsets seems to amplify the speech defects making it a little tough on the person on the other end of the phone. The more I talk, the tougher it is to maintain a consistent level of elocution.
I am constantly aware of the various sensations, or lack thereof, in and around my mouth. A lightly metallic sensation coats my mouth. Its not quite a taste. What I actually do taste appears to be slightly skewed, or lacking in intensity, but even that sense is starting to rebound.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Medical News and Health News Blog » Newer Radiation Treatment Easier For Some Throat Cancer Patients
This link will take you to an article that deals with a newer form of radiation therapy (IMRT vs CRT, Intensity Modulated Radiation Therapy vs. Conventional Radiation Therapy) that is easier on the patient. I'm going to get in touch with Dr. Jha at the Cross Cancer Institute and find out if this is what they're planning for me... some of the things that the techs have said during the prep work sorta makes me think we're headed in this direction. Remember that the one woman who did the orientation with us (was it Susan?) mentioned that it looked like I was slotted to use the newer tomography machine, rather than the usual machine that she operated. Every little bit will help, eh?
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
But how do you REALLY feel?
But how do I really feel?
- Guilty
- Ugly, weak and damaged
- Useless
- Frustrated
- Annoyed
- Naive
Guilty;
I wake with my gorgeous girl in the early morning, and while she struggles out of bed, showers, does her hair and makeup, I lie in bed, slipping in and out of sleep. She has a tough day ahead of her at work. Yes, she went back to work shortly after New Year's day. She is already back into the 12 hour to 14 hour day routine. I, on the other hand, get to decide if I need to get up with her. After all, what is on my agenda for the day? A shower? Wow, tough job, that one, especially with the new mucking gloves to protect the skin graft site. Get dressed? I need to figure out who I'm seeing today and what the appropriate dress code should be. Breakfast? Toast a gluten free waffle, drink a can of Ensure with Fibre, take my meds and supplements, drink a glass of juice, skim the paper. What's next? A doctor's appointment? A physio appointment? A nap? What is there to read? Should I watch television?
If I actually do get up with Gail, I half listen to that fool, Ron Wilson, on CBC Radio One in Edmonton. Most of the programming is good, except when it actually involves him; I find his manner, his condescension, his gotta-have-something-to-say, know-it-all attitude annoying. Weather and traffic? I don't have to deal with them most days. But I feel for the folks who have to hustle off to work, people like the team I work (or worked?) with. Can I, should I be making a contribution? If I can read, watch television, and enter things into this blog, isn't there more that I can be doing to contribute to our home life, or to the team in my work life?
But no, I'm supposed to be 'healing'. When does it transition from 'healing' to 'goofing off'?
And damn, what an inconvenience for all the people I interact with! Getting sick now is just so badly timed for Gail, for my workmates, for my family and friends. Plans are postponed, arrangements gone awry, commitments compromised.
Ugly, Weak and Damaged;
As I prepare for my day, I do the normal things. I shave, I brush my teeth, I shower. And as I do these simple things I am reminded throughout the process of the depth of the damage to my body. When I shave, I pass an electric razor over my still swollen neck, over areas that I still can't feel, pushing deep into the scars to get the errant hairs. I need to run my fingers over the areas to touch, to sense, to assess how well the razor has done. The swelling is uneven, lumpy and makes me look so much older and out of shape that I truly am, or was. My beard has grown over the scar on my chin, but that bit of camouflage is temporary. I will need to shave once the radiation therapy starts.
When I brush my teeth, I am reminded of the tooth they needed to take out of my smile. My tongue still does not cooperate. When I spit, the material is thick, and stringy, and my lack of control over my tongue and part of my lower lip makes it messy clearing my mouth.
When I slip out of my robe to prepare for the shower, I am still startled by the full impact of the neck dissection. There are additional scars that run from my lower right jaw down into the front of my right shoulder. I can see suture marks and some discolourations. And my shoulder, itself pivots forward. I try to haul it back into line with the left shoulder, but its tough, and doesn't want to settle into place. I can see the deterioration or slumping in the trapezoids. And it aches. (Even now, as I type this, my shoulder constantly reminds me to keep it moving, that I shouldn't be sitting still, putting this much time in on one position, one activity.)
I pull on the mucking glove to protect the skin graft on my left arm, and fumble with a roll of tape to seal the glove, invariably glancing down at the place on my left thigh that they took the skin from to rebuild the left arm. And I feel the muscles wasting in my bicep, knowing that they are losing their tone, as is so much of my musculature, even as I wash my hair, my body, and fight with the towel, drying.
The annoying tugs in my shoulder as I dress, the softening of my belly that my jeans point out, all this contributes to the sense of unease I have with my body and how I present to the world.
Useless;
I'm not supposed to lift anything. I'm not even supposed to shovel the sidewalk. We go grocery shopping, or any shopping, and Gail insists, vehemently, that she will carry everything. I had to get John to replace some burned out fluorescent tubes 'cause I can't keep my arm above my shoulder long enough to do the job. There are maintenance things that need doing that will either have to wait, or that I will have to hire someone to do for me. I have to let people rummage through my tools, putting things back where they don't belong. I didn't even get asked to help with the Christmas tree. I'm just supposed to sit and relax, or nap. I hate having to be done for, rather than doing it myself.
Frustrated;
Most of my frustration stems from the speed with which I am healing. Ya, I know that the doctors say I am ahead of the curve on this type of surgery, but I still want my taste back now, and the full functionality of my tongue now, and this damn shoulder to stop plaguing me now! I want my lower lip to stop being an irritant. I want to be in radiation and chemo therapy now, and I don't want the therapies to stop me from going to the Pink Elephant ITIL conference in Vegas during February. I want to be able to sit for hours at my computer without discomfort. I don't want to constantly need to lie down, take a nap or just get the weight off my shoulder. My various discomforts feed my own, natural procrastination. I should be reading, writing, drawing, painting, anything but feeling this overwhelming need to veg out in front of the television. And I hate that there's nothing good on daytime television!
Annoyed;
I'm sick. I hate that. I have every intention of getting better. I just hate that I'm sick to begin with. And it compounds into silly things like the fact that I've got this time away from work but I get tired too easily to do anything really constructive with it.
I don't enjoy having to eat all the time, or being prodded to eat, to fatten up, to gain weight before the chemo and radiation therapy slam my body into the mat. I can't really taste everything properly yet (although its getting so much better!) so my desire to eat isn't there either.
I'm annoyed with myself that I can't get beat the inertia and get out to exercise.
Naive;
I was very surprised by the hoopla over the 'clear margins'. I never expected anything less than that. And why wouldn't I be talking two days after surgery, with a tracheotomy tube in? I will not be that sick with the chemo, and the radiation will not cause me to have trouble swallowing. We will get this damned thing out of my system with the first pass, and it will not come back. Period. End of statement.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Getting through your fifties appears to be the challenge!
But a conversation we had a few days ago with friends had a theme that pointed out that if something is going to go wrong, its probably gonna happen in your fifties, otherwise you'll sail through to old age with few problems. Well, Gail's got her traumas, I've got my cancer and now my dear sister-in-law is down. I'd be very curious to see if there are any real stats on this observation.
Visiting with Irene at COMPRU
We started off with the head shots: full frontal, three quarter frontal, both sides and half frontal, both sides. Then we went into another examination room where they took closeup shots of my mouth. It takes three of 'em to do it; one to hold the lip spreaders, one to photograph and one to manipulate the mirror that they use to get the top and floor of the mouth. They understood my concern about the irritation in my lower lip and used a smaller set of spreaders. Very cool, ladies!
Irene and I then went into the test area where we did the speech vs. soft palate tests and then recorded my voice for comparison. My soft palate is working brilliantly, in fact, one of the tests had the identical results to the pre-surgical assessment. As I read the lines she needed recorded, I noticed that my sibilances are still pretty weird and that I am having trouble with "p's". I'm pretty comfortable with just about everything else.
And off to do the video fluoroscope! I'm not sure how indicative the results really are. Instead of the pudding laced with barium paste, we just did the paste. The paste is exceeding easy to swallow. She and the radiologist seemed okay with it though. They also gave me a gluten-free muffin; dry, and it stuck to my teeth. She reminded me to keep working on the tongue and to try chewing on both sides of my mouth. As it is, I only chew on the left because I'm afraid of biting my tongue on the numb right side. I do need to exercise it.
I also managed to identify the plate that they put in my jaw to tie it back together after they split it for the 'mandibular swing' part of the surgery. It doesn't look like I imagined it would. We also identified a very fine wire with a tiny loop at each end that runs from the original location of the transplanted saliva glands to the new location in the front of the jaw. Apparently this wire is used by the radiologist when lining up the guns for the radiation therapy so they know what areas to avoid.
I wonder if they'll give me a copy of the video florescope to show here or on my mythical website?
Updated ForeArm Photos and other updates.


By the way, the Lee Valley Tools mucking gloves work quite well. I would caution those of you with really big hands to try them on first, however. I find them a bit tight in the hand portion. Of course, you could just cut off the hand and use the sleeve section only.
Yesterday I went to the Cross Cancer Institute before physio to try to meet with Dr. Jha to discuss the radiation therapy. He was not available, but the nice young woman at the Head and Neck Clinic reception area printed out the tentative therapy schedule for me. Again, we start on January 25, 2008 and go for 31 sessions, basically Monday through Friday with holidays off, with a projected end date of March 10, 2008. Oh well, so much for being back to work on March 1, 2008. I'm going to see if there's anyway I can handle some part time stuff during that period. If not, I will simply concentrate on my L2L program, the ITIL stuff, this blog, a companion website and generally documenting my current experiences. Gail is pretty insistent that I do some painting as well, but I worry about my shoulder...
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Some background reading...
Just a hint...

Saturday, January 05, 2008
Then, after flitting in and out of woman's clothing consignment stores, we ended up at Sears to buy a new refrigerator. {Insert Heavy Sigh here} On Friday we'll take deliver of a 24 cu. ft. stainless steel clad 'trio' or french door style Kenmore branded-though-built-on-a-Whirlpool-chassis unit. I suppose that I should just consider it step one in the kitchen renovations, eh?
Therapy Schedule Vague
I will assume that the delay has something to do with the presence of c. Diff in my system. By the way, my body is reacting well to the new meds for the infection. I've stopped using the Immodium, although I am downing a can of Ensure with Fibre every morning, with a couple of acidophilous capsules. Everything is working quite well, and not only am I maintaining weight, but I seem to have gained a pound in the last two days. Yay! But I must admit that I was quite bad earlier this week; Swiss Chalet chicken for dinner and Wendy's chili and french fries for lunch the following day.
I haven't heard from the chemo team. I'm not sure what their response will be, whether we can expect the first chemo on the same day, or the next day, or the day before, or when... I will try to connect with the good doctor on Monday. I'm also seriously considering running down to the Cross on Monday morning to have a chat with Dr. Jha during his open clinic.
In this coming week I have 3 physio sessions scheduled and a few hours with the speech/swallow folks at COMPRU. They are the team that made that video fluoroscope of my swallowing patterns. Now this one should be interesting! I may actually be able to see how much of the base of my tongue the surgeons removed. I also may get a few more hints (or at least some reactions) for the rehabilitation of my tongue before radiation and chemo.
I was reading a couple of articles on the eMedicine website about oropharyngeal rehabilitation which has raised some concerns... and I'm developing an appreciation for the concern of the team at the U of A. The radiation treatments could make swallowing ugly, really ugly... damn. The ladies have been trying to tell me, but I'm afraid that I've been a little dense.