And home again

I have the best dad in the world. He just drove for 10 hours so that I could get my new cells – and while there may have been millions (or more) of them in this bag – this is the actual amount that I was given after all that driving.

So as it was explained to me, the kind of leukemia mutation I have is not that afraid of chemo! Why does that not surprise me??? There is very little that scares me any more so why should my cancer not be cut from the same cloth ;o) Giving me these cells means that it should reduce my chances of having another relapse, but again as my doctors explained (thank you very much ;o) my kind of cancer does not like to give up without a fight. They also had the grace to look a bit sheepish when they said that any reaction to this dose will probably start within 4 to 6 weeks. I know Christmas/New Year but really what other choice is there? However, I am totally full of faith tonight (or maybe that is the piriton, who knows) and I just know that this is going to work. I have not spent the last week trying to write an essay on ‘what is preaching and what is its chief end’ for it to not count for anything (I would like to say that I could tell you the answer to that question but I will have to wait for my lecturer to tell me if I actually know ;o). So there you go cancer, there may be very little that scares you but my God, my family, my friends, my donor and my NHS (I feel after this many years that they are mine ;o) are bigger, stronger, better and more courageous than you and we are going to win. If all else fails I also bought toffee on the way home to bribe my new cells, some might call it stress eating but if it works……so maybe it is the piriton AND the sugar that are making me so positive but as I have already said if that works….

On the road again.

So I got the phone call today. I have to go back to Glasgow for 10.20 on Thursday morning (although I am not able to stay in Glasgow due to Covid) to get my top up cells or donor lymphocyte infusion (DLI). The idea being that this should help prevent a relapse which is something that I actually think would break me at this point. While a DLI is not a cure-all and can cause problems of its own it is the best option available to me right now.

What amazes me about this whole process is that some stranger not only saved my life when he donated the first time, but he has repeated the process, and I know it was not easy for him this time around. I may not know his name or anything about him but I know that they only managed to get a small amount of cells from him because he was unwell. He was unwell and still donated. There are truly some saints who walk amongst us.

So maybe this is it. Maybe Thursday is the end to this nightmare? Maybe I can start to breathe again? Although I don’t know if that will ever truly be possible, when every few months they have to stick needles in my hips and spine and then I have to hold my breath until the results come in. I guess all I can do is hand it all over to God and see where we go from here. At least if nothing else this journey called life is not boring. I sometimes just wish mine had less needles and doctors in it (and maybe more calorie free chocolate and kisses ;o)

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em

Tonight I am struggling. Not something I often admit to but tonight the panic is getting the better of me. Today I thought about getting a kitten. Not a huge thing, just a little kitten instead of the puppy I was promised when I relapsed last year (yes my mother was panicking but she said those words ;o) However this coming weekend I have to go back down to Glasgow for some tests and things and it left me thinking what if I get the kitten and I am not here in 6 months time? What if I get the kitten and they find that I have relapsed again? What if? What if? What if?

This week I had my first assessment for Uni and while I was worried about it, it is nothing like the fear of having to go to Glasgow and sign the form with these words in it

“I understand that donor lymphocytes offer the chance of long term survival. However, I also understand that there are definite risks to my life and health resulting from the performance of this procedure.”

There are some days when I just don’t think I am strong enough to keep doing this. There are even more days when I don’t think I am strong enough to keep putting my friends and family through this – it just feels so selfish. In order to even attend the appointment I risk infecting people I love with Covid and that just feels crap (sorry but it does). It has been over 5 years of fighting and most days I am doing good, doing great even. BUT there are some days, days like today, when I know that tests and procedures are required and breaths need to be held as I wait for results that I just want to run away and hide. I know that none of us know the day we will be called home, but sometimes I get tired of looking death in the face and saying ‘come on if you think you’re hard enough’ because each time I do that I lose a little of myself to him. But the reality is what choice do I have? These are the cards I have been dealt and it is only by playing the game that I can find out if I hold a wining hand or not! Cue a Kenny Rogers song.

I’m coming home (soon).

It is hard to believe that I have been in Glasgow for over a year now but finally the doctors are saying I can go home soon. While it is true that I need a top up of cells from my donor, he is sadly unable to do this at the moment, so there is no real reason for staying down here. I spoke to the docs today and asked them what the chances are of the leukemia coming back yet again and they told me with a cell top up it is 50/50 – I did not bother asking them what the odds are without. So 50/50 I get my life back. With this in mind I have confirmed that I will be starting Uni this year (although I am not sure that my brain is agreeing with me on this ;o) Here I am now being faced with reading books that have words with more than one syllable when in reality Netflix has become my new best friend over the last few months. I can tell you everything you need to know about Hawaii 5-0 but when it comes to the differences between exegesis and hermeneutics that is much more of a struggle. I must admit there are days when I have questioned whether staring training now is a clever idea but if nothing else the last few year have taught me that life is short and while I may not be feeling completely up to the challenge I am not willing to run from it either. So for now I can start planning on moving forward, for moving home, for trusting that this is still the path God is asking me to follow, to pray that my donor is able to give me the cells at some point, to believe that a 50/50 chance is enough and that my brain can cope with something more than bad tv cop shows – this last one is probably the most doubtful but only time will tell ;o)

A Little Leap of Faith

I would never consider myself to be a delicate flower, more baby buffalo, but even I appear to have met my limit.  On Monday I had to go in for another bone marrow, lumber puncture and chemo.  I have lost count of how many I have had but lets just say I  am now a pro.  The bone marrow was as good as having a needle stuck in your hip bone can be, but then they moved on to the lumbar puncture and let me tell you it is nothing like you see on those made for tv films.  There I was sat on the edge of the bed, good as gold,  as they tried to push a needle in to my spine – well one minute I was sitting the next minute I was waking up to an oxygen mask being put on my face and then if that was not bad enough I decided I had to start throwing up.   You would honestly think by this time I would have seen/done it all, but obviously not.  To top it off I was told on Monday I will need a top up of cells as my donor count has dropped again.  This means that I will be stuck in Glasgow for at least another few months as there could be issues with this procedure.   On the plus side my mother does like a good charity shop rummage so she is in her element now the shops are open again.

With all this in mind, one might not think that this is the time for make huge life changing decisions, however it turns out that is not the case.  This week I had to decided whether I was going to start training for the ministry as well as start Uni and this has not been an easy decision.  While I could put it off for another year I have come to realise how short life is and after much prayer and debate I found myself ticking the yes boxes and as of Friday I start my training.  While I have no idea how easy or difficult the next stage of treatment is going to be I need to try to move forward.  While it is true that I am not in the clear yet, I feel that this leap of faith is the right one to be making, after all there is very little that can stop a baby buffalo (except for a needle in the spine ;o) especially if she has faith.

Still here

So I was asked a couple of weeks ago by a friend why I had stopped posting updates and it has taken me a while to find an answer to that question.  I guess I though that the main reason was that with all of us in lockdown we were all in the same boat and I should just get on with it and I guess that is what I have been doing up to a point.   On reflection however, I believe that the main reason that I stopped posting is that I have lost myself a little along the way.  Unlike the last time fighting this disease, the spark that is in me (that is me) has become a little diminished and I am not sure how to get that back.  I guess that this time I am more tired than previous and it means that everything is just that bit harder.  I have asked the hospital if I can go back home but they have said no just now to that little idea.  This is due to the fact that my own cells are not giving way to the donor cells (I always knew I could be stubborn but did not relies that went down to  cellular level) and they need to do some more tests to decide their next plan of action.  They have said that it may mean that I need a top-up of donor cells but that raises the risk of GVHD so they are just playing the waiting game.  On the plus side this would not mean having to go back in to hospital as I can continue to be treated as an out patient but really I am just tired of this disease.  So while I may have given up a bit in the last few weeks and months I have recently given myself a bit of a shake and have even been in contact with the Church of Scotland and Aberdeen Uni to see if my places are still available for this year (chemo brain beware) which they are.  So my plan now is to try to pull myself together, to continue with the tests and treatments but to get home as soon as possible as both mum and myself need out of here.  This is the view we have had for the last 3 months and I can tell you this even mum is missing Glenelg at this point.

mums window


All I can say just now is that I am so grateful to the friends and family that have supported me thus far and can’t wait till I can see you all in person again, but until then keep safe and be kind to yourselves and each other.  Love you all xxxx

Home (almost) sweet home.

This is just a quick post to say that as of yesterday I have been discharged from the hospital and am now home under the tender loving care of my mother (which is just as well as I feel around 1000000000 years old).   I have now to attend the hospital twice a week – Monday and Thursday – in order for the doctors to keep and eye on me (these may be the only days that I actually put day clothes on ;o)   It is funny how fit I thought I was in the hospital but now I am home I realise that I may have some work to do.  It is also notable how safe I felt in the hospital and now I am home and faced with the possibility of catching the corona virus how vulnerable I feel.  Yesterday mum and I did something we have never done before and bought some dry and canned goods just so neither of us will have to go out too much should it come to Glasgow (brave virus!!!!).  While it may see silly to some the fact that I cant fight anything means that it is better to be safe than sorry and if the virus does not come here then mum and I will have plenty to eat for the next few weeks, months or years lol.

Just me

Can’t sleep tonight (which is a change as that is all I seem capable of doing these days), so I thought I would let you know that yes I am actually in the land of the living (just!).  So many times in my past I have faced challenges which were hard (or I thought were hard)  but nothing, absolutely nothing like this.   Even just the energy taken to write this so far has my arms shaking which is so not like me.  There have been moments in the last week where I have not been sure I could get through the next minute never mind the next hour or day but I have, only because of the prayers and good wishes I know that are out there supporting me onward.  A transplant, I know now, is not something you can ever really prepare for as it would appear to be something that zaps every last drop out of you before even thinking of rebooting your system and I am so ready for that to start.  On the plus side the staff here are amazing, you could not get better, and the level of care is first rate and beyond.   For those of you who have been in contact and have not heard back from me, just let me say thank you now and I promise some time in the very near future I will be in contact but for now I am going to find something that does not involve my brain or my arms to pass the time.  Love always xxxx



Happy Birthday To Me

Fiona here, I have stolen Jades blog , ha ha that will teach her to leave the computer out.  Ok, so that is a lie, she has asked me to help her do it as she has chemo brain.  You can tell she is not firing on all cylinders, when her instructions were limited to” nothing rude.” So here goes

Jade had her transplant yesterday and therefore has a second birthday.  So I now technically have  a younger sister, mum and dad we need words.  She is doing well especially since mum and myself are here  to torture her.  Having done her sleeping beauty trick yesterday, she is now awake and functioning as best as she can. That being  said  she is still sitting around doing drugs, which is wrong.

When you really think about it, what this complete stranger has done for our family is out of this word, amazing.  We will never get to thank them, but I can thank everyone who tried to sign up, those who are now on the donor register and those who shared it.  You will always be in our families hearts.   Having this journey  to travel may not be fun, but we have it and will definitely find major laughs along the way.

I would also like to thank everyone of you that has sent positive words of encouragement, sent letters, followed her blog, prayed for us and those who have been able to visit her.  This has really kept her spirits up, when it all got too much.  It has also made it easier on my family, to know she always has someone to talk to, being that we are nearly spread for one end of the country to the other.  That is for noise control not because we don’t like each other.

At present she is on antifungal  drugs ( she did have the lurgy as a child lol), anti sickness and her blood sugars are all kinds of crazy, but all in all she is doing ok.  Unfortunately she has pet bugs in her line so she needs to have anti biotics. I have managed not to bring any germs up this time so no need to be vaccinated against her family.

Now you get to know the real Jade.  She is fleecing mum and myself out of a dog when she finally kicks this cancer in the bum ( not too rude ).  I think a mix would be good, so may be a bull dog crossed with shih Tzu, you can work out what that would be lol.  Who cares, she can have what she wants for this one time ever lol

So that is me for now and handing back the blog to Jade.

Love Fiona xxxxxxxxxx

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T -1

Who new eating as many ice-lollies in half an hour could be part of any medical treatment but it turns out that it is.  Today I was given a bag of heavy duty chemo and to try and preserve as much of the soft mucus tissue in your mouth and throat you have to eat ice-lollies.  I managed 5 – the max is 10.  Turns out that I am also starting to suffer from chemo brain as it took me about half an hour to remember the word cookbook and not menu when thinking I should invest in some good diabetic recipes.  See that the thing while I am still feeling mostly alright I am suffering from high temps, rigors, bugs in my line, rashes, allergic reaction and diabetes again.  On the plus side none of this is new to the team, and the team here are fabulous, so each new problem is investigated and treated well.  So today I am having more chemo and more chemo and more chemo, followed by antibiotics and antibiotics and antibiotics then they give antihistamine and that is good night from me as it just knocks me out.  Tomorrow I get my new cells and then from what I have been told the fun will really start but I am ok with that.   Over the last few days this has got me thinking and it is not because I think anything will really happen to me,  but because it might,  that I wanted to say that each and every one of you means so much to me and has enriched my life in some way, you have made my life’s journey more interesting and enjoyable and basically helped to make me the person who I am today (some of you might not say that is such a good thing ;o).  And in that respect I know I am not perfect and I want to take this opportunity to say sorry if I have ever hurt or wronged you in some way.  I hope that you can forgive me for I really did not mean to.  I also want to say thank you for the fun times, the laughs and the giggles, the nights of deep conversation, the meditations on God, the teaching about prayer and faith, the holding through the tears, the letting me in to your lives to do the same.  You are all amazing people. Just remember (and I know you will have heard it before) life is short.  Don’t put off today something that you should be doing, something that will make you happy, we don’t get do-overs in this life just one chance to make the right choices so make yours count.  Anyway here comes the antihistamine so it is time for my afternoon nap.  Love you all xxx