An Angel…

Reading this story is a great way to start 2023. Among other things, this “angel” can serve as an inspiration as we begin this new year.

A Must Read

If you are scrambling to get things done and can only read one thing, consider reading this Twitter thread by Conor Browne.

Resident-centered care?

“‘Two weeks ago, I told my wife, you know, ‘Bonnie, I’m really happy. I feel very happy.’ I’m dying. I have ALS. But, you know, I’m trying to enjoy my life the best I can.'”

Hope For Tomorrow

When you receive a serious health diagnosis one of the first things that comes to mind is, “Am I going to die?”.  Sometimes we are fortunate and hear the doctor’s reply, “No”, but there is usually a “but” associated with that and that “but” often means something like surgery or treatments of some type.  Other times we do hear, “Yes” and it may be soon or may be sometime in the future.

I was diagnosed with early-stage bladder cancer in September 2008. When my urologist gave me the results of the biopsy by phone about two weeks after my surgery to remove the bladder tumours, like many people my brain shut down the minute that he used the “C” word. Prior to his call, I had been hoping against all hope that there would be that last minute miracle and I would get the good news that the tumours were benign. That was not in my fortune cards. My official diagnosis in medicalese was “early-stage non-muscle invasive high grade transitional cell urothelial carcinoma.”  I will tell you those words sounded ominous to say the least.  So how close was I to dying and potentially leaving my husband with two underage sons to raise on his own?

My urologist explained that my diagnosis was a “good news” “bad news” scenario but most likely more good news.  The good news part was that it was early stage hence the term “non-muscle invasive” meaning that the cancer was on the inner surface of the bladder wall It had not invaded the inner layers. The not so good news was that the cancer was high-grade meaning aggressive and with some risk of progression should it recur.

To reduce the risk of recurrence and progression he recommended immunotherapy treatments, which involved a drug called BCG or Bacillus Callumette Guerin.  The drug is inserted into the bladder via a urinary catheter, and you hold the drug inside for about 2 hours and then void it out.  The protocol called for a treatment once a week for six weeks and then after about a month, I would see him for a follow-up cystoscopy exam (camera inserted into the bladder via the urethra) to check to see how things were. The way he explained it, it sounded simple enough, but my mind went in a million directions all at once.  I did ask about risks of the treatment, but he made it sound like a breeze compared to the traditional systemic chemotherapy that many other cancer patients receive.  My brain was too frozen at the time to ask any more questions, plus I could sense that my doctor was really busy, (are they ever anything else?) and needed to get off the phone. He finished the call by telling me that his receptionist would be in touch once the treatments were booked.

Once off the phone, the brain numbness started to wear off and my thought was, “What just happened here?”   It was too much.  I just started to bawl.  Thankfully my hubby was at work and the kids were still at school.  It gave me some time to get my head together.

Truth be told, I was terrified of the idea of those treatments.  While it was not chemo, I knew that it was a powerful drug from the description that my doctor had given me.  I knew people that had died from complications of chemotherapy treatments.  My urologist told me that most people that did the treatments just felt like they had a good dose of the flu for a couple of days afterwards.  So, exactly how right would he be?

As it turned out, he was right to some degree.  What he didn’t realize though was that I was a fifty-year-old woman just entering menopause.  The BCG made the hot flashes and night sweats far worse than they would have normally been.  So, I had menopause symptoms on top of BCG side effects – fun stuff.  And when I asked about HRT to relieve the symptoms, I was told that it was not advisable to combine that with cancer treatment. Oh, and I did have some side effects that many cancer patients receiving chemo have – chemo brain that affects concentration and memory, digestive issues and a whole lot of fatigue.  Thankfully hair loss was not one of them.

I powered through and after the six weeks of treatments were finished, I got good news at my follow-up checkup.  No tumours.  My doctor was very pleased and told me that all I needed to do now was come for a cystoscopy check every three months.  If I remained clear of bladder cancer for two years, I would graduate to check ups every six months. This checkup happened right before Christmas 2008.  At the conclusion of my exam, he wished me Merry Christmas.  It was the best Christmas gift I have ever received.  My hope was restored, and I felt like I had a future.  I would get to see my boys grow up after all.

I nearly made it to the two-year clear mark when a single tumour of the same type, stage and grade was found on the top of my bladder in July 2010.  I had been so hopeful that I’d make it to the two-year mark (Christmas 2010) because I had been doing so well.  I hadn’t even had a cold.  Well, after viewing that tumour on the monitor, my hopes were more than dashed.  I was devastated and felt hope for my future sinking fast.  What now?

Well, I had another surgery to remove the tumour and that was followed by another set of six treatments which were followed by three sets of three at three, six and twelve months after the set of the six.  This was my life for the next eighteen months. The side effects were cumulative and by the end of it all, I was feeling pretty crummy.  It would be more than a year before I started feeling close to normal.

I had suffered some pretty serious depression with the first go round especially because I had no one to talk to.  What I really needed was to talk to another woman who was going through the same thing.  Back then there were not the resources for this as there are now.  I did not want to go down the deep dark rabbit hole like the first time.  Somewhere, somehow, someone had to give me hope.

By this time, I had learned how to use the computer better and decided to google support for bladder cancer.  The link for Bladder Cancer Canada popped up.  Realizing it was a Canadian organization made me curious.  I went on their website.  As I perused all the information on the different links, I also discovered a discussion forum. From here I was able to connect with both men and women of all stripes and various journeys with bladder cancer.  They helped me put my situation into a better perspective.  After this, I was able to understand that while serious, my situation was not life threatening and that restored my hope that I was going to be okay.

Partially through communicating with others and my own personal reading, I learned more about eating a better diet, the importance of exercise, correct use of vitamins and supplements and most important of all – improving my mindset.

Before my cancer diagnosis, I was turning into a really negative person.  I’d been through a lot during the past decade or so, and it was getting to the point that I’d reached burnout.  Getting cancer was a real wakeup call and made me question everything: who I was, how I got to where I was, what kind of changes that I needed to make and where I should go from here. In other words, a potentially life-threatening diagnosis made me into a better person and gave me hope for the future.

As the months of “all clear” progressed to years, I realized the gift that I’d been given.  I have had a second chance.  A chance to do good, a chance to live better and best of all hope for tomorrow.

Bladder Cancer Calgary Walk 2018

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Season of Change

I’ve been a gardener most of my life. The three people that instilled this love of growing things in me were my mother and godfather and a former next door neighbor who Mom was good friends with. Mom was mostly into growing flowers in and outside of the house. My godfather grew roses (which he won awards for) and had an extensive vegetable garden. Mrs. V. the next door neighbor, could grow anything. She grew all kinds of flowers and some veggies.

While many of the techniques and knowledge that I gained from them helped me along my gardening path, I had to learn a lot of new stuff when I moved to Calgary. The climate is much colder in the wintertime and much more variable in the warmer months. The fickleness of springtime can sometimes lead to a total loss of one’s potential seasonal crops if they are caught in a cold and/or unseasonable spring.

The two times in my life that gardening has proven to be a real sanity saver are when I was diagnosed with cancer in 2008 and in 2020 when the world faced the Covid 19 pandemic. Gardening during these times gave me a sense of control when all seemed out of control. Feeling the energy from the ground as I sat or kneeled when I planted the seeds calmed me. The warmth from the sun on my head and shoulders massaged me in no way that any masseuse could.

With both times my ability to travel was limited so I knew that I had to find things to do at home. Not being content with activities that didn’t have some kind of “work” element attached to them, I knew that gardening would help with that. The exercise from the physical work strengthens my muscles, the vitamin D from the sun boosts my mood better than any antidepressant ever could.

After a gardening session I often sit in my swing on the back deck with a cool drink and take in the scene around me. Just this afternoon I watched a mother sparrow and her not quite totally fledged little one land on my fence so that she could feed him/her. A mother robin with a worm in her beak paused on my fence on her way back to her nest. A grey squirrel chased a magpie while running along the top of a neighbour’s fence all the while screaming with a mouthful of food. A family of six young magpies who can now finally fly properly flit between the trees, squawking at each other. Their sibling spats usually involve food as their parents have now left them to fend for themselves.

After a rather raucous start in the spring with all the birds declaring their love for each other and staking out their claims for nesting sites, all is much quieter now because most of the birds are raising their young and want to keep them safe by not revealing the whereabouts of the nest.
In another month or so, my garden will start to produce in earnest, and I will be pressed to keep up with all the bounty by canning, freezing and pickling things. At the same time the last few fledglings will be learning to fly and the birds that normally are in the mountains will return. I notice the seasons change not only by my garden and the weather, but by the birds as well.

The garden and the birds were not affected by my cancer diagnosis nor by the covid 19 pandemic. Life for them goes on as the seasons change.

Mid summer garden

A thread worth reading

If your time is limited today and you can only read one Twitter thread, might I suggest this one? You are apt to find it of interest and time well spent.

Something to Check Out.

Date: Tuesday, Sept 27, 2022
Time: 11:30 – 4:30pm
Location: Red & White Club
McMahon Stadium
1833 Crowchild Trail NW

“As our population grows older, we are also seeing an influx of technologies designed to make our lives easier and keep us better connected. This half-day event, presented by the O’Brien Institute for Public Health Brenda Strafford Centre on Aging, the Canadian Frailty Network and AGE-WELL, will host leading researchers who are exploring how accessible and smart technologies are influencing our aging experiences. This free, public event will begin with a lunch and networking session, followed by an afternoon of interactive talks.”

Click here for more information.

What’s Really Happening in Hospitals?

Who Am I? The Importance of Spiritual, Cultural and Religious Heritage

When I was growing up, most of my friends went to church services of some kind on a Sunday morning and the afternoons were usually spent at a relative’s or at a cultural event with extended family. I had none of this. My parents were not religious or spiritual, nor did they particularly identify with their Scottish/English heritage. We also didn’t have any extended family in Canada. My connection with them was minimal at best. This left me with a sense of loss, a deep longing to belong somewhere and/or to something and/or someone and a fair amount of jealousy of my friends and what they had.
I did try to fill the void on my own first by joining some of my friends’ church youth groups in my elementary and high school years, and then by attending several different churches as an adult, but nothing seemed to be a proper fit. I often felt like an outsider looking in, no matter what I was involved in when I attended a particular church. I even did a lengthy stint as a practicing Catholic, converting after my marriage, and raising our kids in the Church hoping that it would give them more than what I had growing up.

I now know that I married into a different culture because of my search for identity. Since I did not know who I was or have any strong feelings for my British heritage I thought I could change that when I married my Asian husband. But I did not become aware of this until my bladder cancer diagnosis in 2008. Like many people who hear the words, “You’ve got cancer”, I went completely brain dead and unable to comprehend the situation. When I finally came out of the brain fog, I realized that my life as I knew it was gone. I had no idea who I was and how I got to where I was in my life. I was at ground zero.

I have always said that I felt guided on my cancer journey and after a while I sensed that I would be okay. One part of my journey that was important to my healing process was to look at and into who I was. I started reading about my heritage. Who were the Scottish and the English? I knew of the British royal family and some basic things about England and Scotland but how did this relate to me?

I also started doing my ancestry search and thanks to a free link to through the Calgary Public Library I have been able to put together a fair bit of my family tree. Discovering who my family members were also led me to reading more British history and coming to a better understanding of what was happening in the world at the time that my family members were alive and how that may have influenced and affected them. By understanding them, it helped me understand myself.

That is why I’m glad to learn that in many health care settings, religious, cultural and spiritual practices are now allowed and encouraged as part of a patient’s healing journey. It is important to recognize the body, mind and spiritual connection of ourselves which is often fragmented upon receiving a potentially serious diagnosis like cancer. Just like they say, “It takes a village to raise a child,” the same can be applied to those that are ill. Religious, spiritual, and/or cultural advisors/support people can go a long way in offering support and helping that person hold it together when they are often facing one of the big challenges of their lives.

I did my cancer spiritual journey basically alone but that was what was right for me. After a lengthy time of reading different materials, participating in Wellspring’s Healing Journey program and doing my own ancestry search I would say that most of the void has been filled. I am who I am and for the first time at nearly 65 years of age have come to a place of peace and acceptance and have way more compassion, empathy and understanding for others.