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Being Different

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I felt like I was talking to an adult. To a friend or colleague who was telling it to me straight. Only I was talking to a five-year-old who has had to handle some pretty adult issues over the past few weeks.

Tanner had woken up from her nap in a great mood after having had a pretty good morning, overall. She was perched on the kid-sized table in our playroom. I was amazed. It was the first time I had seen her sit up without leaning against something in weeks. She was laughing at Jake and encouraging his wacky antics as he searched for the “monsters” she kept pointing out to him and telling him to run from. Then, the phone rang. It was my neighbor, Ashley, whose daughter, Corinne, is Tanner’s best friend. They wanted to come over for a few minutes and I thought it would be a great time since Tanner seemed to feel so good, so told them to come right away lest we lose the moment. That was where the fun stopped.

I told Tanner they were coming and she slid off the table and asked for a pillow so she could lie down leaning up against the table she was just perched on. She visibly slumped… face, body, legs. She looked miserable and terrified. I leaned down and said, “Don’t you want her to come?” She told me she didn’t feel good anymore. I asked her if she was scared and she nodded. I asked her why and she said, “Because we are not the same anymore. We’re different. I have leukemia.”

And therein lies the crux of the problem.

I would love to tell her they aren’t’ different, but I know exactly what she means. Corinne and her sister ran around the room, playing with our train table and a talking doll of Tanner’s, chasing Jake and generally, being kids. Tanner lay on the floor, being sick. She did liven up a little several times and talk animatedly about several topics, including, of course, food. But, right now, she sees huge differences between herself and her friends. They haven’t had to walk the road she’s had to walk over the past few weeks, they haven’t had to accept that they have a disease that will be with them for years to come, they don’t worry every day that their hair will fall out. She’s right… they are different… they are the kind of carefree kid mine was up until May 30.

Truth is, I don’t know what to tell her to make it better. I’ve never been through anything remotely like what she is facing. At five years old, she’s already topped my 40-plus years of living in the “difficult road to walk” category. I birthed her big self naturally, without any drugs, but that pain only lasted 22 hours and 17 minutes, not 3 years. I just don’t have any idea what she is really going through. For once, I am speechless.

In the end, our friends’ visit was exactly the kind of medicine we need more of. The more that Tanner sees that other kids still love her, still treat her basically the same, the more she may feel just like all the other kids. But, I still can’t tell her she’s not different… she just is. And, we’ll have to find a way to prove to her that different is okay.

Love,
Beth

Night Owl

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After such a scary day yesterday, fully expecting Tanner to wake up so sick this morning, I was pleasantly suprised to find that she was not nearly as sick today as she was yesterday.  She still felt crummy — none of the stomach medicine seems to be helping the abdominal cramps and she is constantly dizzy and short of breath, probably due to the drop in her red blood cell count — but she was definitely more spunky than I expected.  She had some really good moments.

More puzzling, however, was how she was last night.  Awake much of the night, she was good natured, talkative and sometimes even giggly.  John and I have talked to the doctors about how much better she seems in the middle of the night and they don’t really have any explanation for it.  I did read that a side effect of the steroids is hypersensitivity to light, sound and motion, so perhaps the dark, quiet of the night is soothing.  For whatever reason, though, if you want to see the old Tanner, stop by at 3 a.m.  We’ll be awake, chatting about any number of things.

Most often, she talks about food at night (another one of the side effects listed for steroids is food obsession).  She’ll wake up talking about how John promised her a McGriddle and those “big tater tots” (aka hashbrowns) the next morning.  Or asking why, for the 100th time, she is not allowed to eat cheese popcorn (because the kernels can cause scratches in the intestines, which if you have a low platelet count, can cause internal bleeding).  She will often ask for food, and after I explain how I’m not cooking in the middle of the night, will settle for cheese nips or pretzel sticks.  Tonight, she actually ordered up her nighttime food before she fell asleep (cheetohs) and warned us not to eat them all while she was sleeping.  Anyway, these conversations are usually very funny (unless it’s the 6th time she’s woken you out of sleep to talk that night) and remind us our child has a huge, bubbly personality that is contagious.

Other nights, the questions are deeper.  This is when you find out what Tanner is really thinking about when she lays awake at night.  The other night, she asked me, “Mom, will I have still have cancer when I’m in the first grade?”  I try to be honest, but gentle in my responses, not telling her more than she needs to know, but not lying either.   Most often, the questions are about losing her hair, which so far is as thick and beautiful as ever.  “Mom, do you think there is hair on my pillow right now?”  “When will my hair fall out?”  “Will my hair grow back in time for school to start?” 

She told me today that it is embarrassing to have leukemia because people know your hair will fall out.  I almost wish hers would go ahead and come out so we could just get this part over with.  How do you explain to a five-year-old that losing her hair will not change who she is, or make people love her any less?  I think the anticipation will be so much worse than the event itself.  Of course, it’s not me losing my hair, so what do I know?

Anyway, her nighttime antics, although amusing at times, can also be exhausting.  After she realized I would not talk with her anymore last night at around 4 am, she actually started talking to the dog.  That’s where my patience ended.  This morning she told John, “Mom yelled at me last night.”  Busted.  She prefers it when John sleeps up there because apparently he’s more chatty at 2 am than I am. 

I didn’t let her sleep as much during the day today in hopes that she would sleep better tonight.  I think I would miss the “night owl” Tanner, though if she disappeared entirely., though.  It’s like turning back the clock before all this happened and hanging with my silly, sassy girl.

Love,
Beth

waylaid

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So, today started out okay.  We had our second clinic visit, which went pretty well.  Tanner had blood drawn our of her port and chemo put into it, and we got a prescription for some extra stomach medicine that, hopefully, might help with the abdominal cramps caused by the steroids and exacerbated by the crazy cocktail of drugs she is taking.

On the way home in the car, her stomach is killing her.  We stop at CVS to see if they will rush the prescription for prevacid (she also takes prilosec and zofran) so maybe it will help her.  They are kind and take mercy on a sick little girl and we give her the prevacid, along with oxycontin (painkiller) and neurontin (to help with nerve pain) as soon as we get home.  She feels better within 15 minutes and is laughing and talking while laying on the sofa. 

Her blood counts were down this week, which they expected, but it makes her so weak and tired.  By noon, she is almost asleep on the couch after gorging herself on a buffet of food items.  I carry her upstairs where she naps for 3 hours and I have to wake her up so she won’t be awake all night.

I shouldn’t have worried…  the chemo has gotten her.  She is, effectively, waylaid.

I take Jake out for a scooter ride around the neighborhood and when we return, she is as sick as I have seen her.  Limp… lying on her back with her arms over her head in surrender, her beautiful face swollen from the steroids, the palms of her hands covered in a rash that will eventually cause her hands to peel the way her feet did last week, face pale, lips cracked… waylaid.  The only sign of life is a frantic pulse point at the base of her throat that looks as if it’s trying to say, “I’m still here… working hard, but still here.”

My eyes well up and I have to turn to gather myself in case she wakes up and sees me standing over her crying at the horror of this.  I want to hate this chemo… I want to curse it and beat it with my fists, but I can’t.  The irony is that these drugs that look like they’re killing my child are actually saving her.

While I take Jake up to bed, John scoops Tanner up and puts her in her bed.  I leave Jake’s room and stop to check on Tanner.  She is awake.  I creep in and feel her head.  She seems warm and I check her temperature to be sure (a temperature over 100.4 sends us back to the hospital).  It is normal.  I put chapstick on her cracked lips and ask if there is anything I can do for her.  She asks me to pat her and I do.  Then, I temporarily lose my composure and say, “I hate leukemia… I really, really hate it.”  She nods slightly.  Remembering to try to be positive, I add, “But we’re gonna get it, you can do this.”  Unbelievably, she nods again.  Humbled, I kiss her on the forehead.

She’s still under there.

Beth

Kindness

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Pardon my last vituperative post. Temporary negativity.

So, here’s a positive note. The kindness of strangers is amazing. Today, one of my neighbors came by to ask if a friend of theirs, Matthew West, a Christian music artist who has been following Tanner’s blog, can bring us dinner. We don’t know these people, but they are just kind and want to help.

Today, we get a package from Bob Chapek, the President of Disney Studios Home Entertainment. It contains videos, some Sleeping Beauty stuff and autographed publicity photos of the cast of Hannah Montana and High School Musical, some of which are personalized to Tanner. Seriously. (Melissa Dick, you were in Disney World last week and I strongly suspect your involvement here… a million thanks 🙂 If this doesn’t make my steroid-ravaged child smile, nothing will.

Jake’s preschool teacher has been sending Tanner letters almost every day from animals; we got one today from Keith the Cat. She doubles as a pet sitter and sends pictures of the animals and writes a letter. Tanner is intrigued. I know this takes time… taking the picture, printing it out, writing the letter, etc.

These are just a few of the things that happened today. Things like this have happened every day since we landed in the hospital.

My point is, these are extraordinary kindnesses. However big or small, they are extraordinary every one. They make this bearable for us. They buoy our spirits and make us smile. They remind us of the good things in the world when it seems a little bleak.

Tanner now has more than 300 friends on her Friends of Tanner myspace page. More than 300 people in less than two weeks… amazing. John and I find ourselves asking each other, “Do you know someone named…” and often the answer is “no.” Neither one of us know this person who has cared enough about a little girl with cancer, who they have never met, to post a word of hope. Kindness.

We are lifted, no carried by these acts of kindness. I’m hoping to be in a place to return the favor one day.

Love,
Beth

Now I’m just mad

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So, last night John mentioned to me that only 3,000 kids are diagnosed with leukemia each year in the U.S. I don’t know why I’ve not seen this number yet with the plethora of information I have pored through to learn everything I can about the disease that is trying to kill my daughter. But, somehow I haven’t.

3,000. How can this be? Do you know there are more than 75 million kids in the U.S.? I looked it up on the Internet. My child is one of 3,000 out of more than 75 million kids to get this disease. That’s a .004% chance that my child could be diagnosed with leukemia.

That makes me so outrageously mad. I really can’t explain why exactly, but maybe it just seems like a cruel joke to get something this rare. To have it rip everything apart this way.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m more thankful than you can imagine that more kids don’t get leukemia. I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But, as John and I both said in the surreal two days between the time a doctor first uttered the word “leukemia” and the time we knew it to be fact, leukemia is something you give money towards when you see the little bald kids on a telethon on TV or on a poster in the grocery store. It’s not something that happens to your kid.

Or, is it?

Beth

One little moment

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My post for today was going to say, “Steroids.  Mood Swings.  Enough said.”  That was it. 

But, after running away for a walk and trip to the grocery with my friend Kim while John handled dinner and bed for the kids, I returned home to find a picture that Tanner had drawn for Jake to try to explain leukemia to him.  John said she told Jake, “Tata has cancer, it’s called Leukemia and it makes me lose my hair.  Daddy, get me a piece of paper so I can draw it.”  She then wrote the word “loocemea” (I might spell it that way from now on!) and drew two pictures of herself.  She said, “This is Tata with no hair and frowning.”  Then she pointed to the other picture.  “This is Tata with hair.  See, I’m smiling.”  John said she was animated and happy telling him about it, and that then they talked about how the leukemia would go away and her hair would grow back, and she said, “Oh yeah, Jake, I forgot about that part!”

Of course, I bawled.  It would be the second time today.  The first time was out of frustration and anger at what these drugs and this evil disease is doing to my kid.  The second time was because I realized that she is actually processing what is happening to her and that she understands it and is able to articulate it.  That means she could be just steps away from wanting to kick it’s ass.

She and I read this awesome book today called “Chemo to the Rescue” (thanks, Ashley).  It was written by a mom and her 8-year-old daughter who has been diagnosed with leukemia when she was 5 and wanted kids to know that chemo helps them.  It was a great explanation of the disease done in a way kids could understand, without glossing over it with analogies.  It actually explained what is happening inside her body.  She was fascinated, and it allowed us to talk about some things we haven’t talked about.  It was a good moment in an otherwise trying day.

So, look out loocemea… Tanner Page is armed with knowledge and on the loose.

Love,
Beth

Quick Update

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I’m tired, so I’m going to just deliver the news and save all my ponderings and pontificatings for another day. Tanner had her first “clinic” day in the outpatient cancer clinic. She was terrified, but did really well. Had her port accessed by needle for the first time, which was a little rough, but I think she will get used to it. They have some amazing numbing cream, but she just hates needles and gets really emotional. She did awesome in her surgeries — a spinal tap with chemo infusion and a bone marrow biopsy. In fact, as John and I sat waiting for her to wake up in the recovery room, John said, “This is our new normal,” and sadly, it felt true. It was the third time in a week, we had been in that very room with the same recovery nurse (Thanks, Ms. Lee… you’re awesome!)

We will find out tomorrow what percentage of Leukemia cells are still in her marrow. Less than 5% is considered remission, but they think since she started out with a 95% infiltration, she probably won’t be there yet and we will have to have another bone marrow biopsy next week. So pray for low numbers to save her one more surgery.

Her blood levels were great, holding steady and even increasing in some cases. Her red blood cells had dropped some, which is the source of her tiredness, but her energy level has been up the last few days so we are thankful for that. It will be interesting to see how the spinal chemo infusion and the IV chemo today affect her.

The doctor was encouraging about her difficulty walking. She feels it is still leukemia pain and not a side effect of the chemo (this is a good thing, since leukemia pain should fade and the chemo progresses). With her very high infiltration, it may take longer than normal for that pain to recede for her. If it is a side effect of the chemo, it will likely be with her for the next 6-9 months until we hit the maintenance phase of her treatment. So let us hope it gets better so she can get back to the business of playing.

Okay, this post is still longer than I intended. I have no gift for brevity to be sure. Getting up at the crack of dawn tomorrow for Jake’s surgery (yes, this seems like a cruel joke, but it is not, I assure you). He is just having tubes put in his ears for chronic ear infections, which is supposed to be just a nothing procedure, so not a big deal. Still, it was pretty ironic that there I was waiting for Tanner to wake up and I am on the phone with another hospital arranging for Jake’s surgery… again, my life is just weird lately.

Good night,
Beth

Almost a normal day

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Today seemed almost normal, in a way. Tanner had a lot more energy and her personality returned to her. She spent lots of time bossing Jake around telling him to bring her things — see, normal! But, not really normal… she still can’t really walk. She can go about 10-15 feet and then it’s just too much. Today, Jake gave her an old cane that was in our umbrella stand and said, “help Tanner walk better.” Seriously, he did. And she did. The cane is sitting by her bed as she sleeps right now. She used it all day. It really helped and gave her a sense of independence (she’s been holding someone’s hands until now). We’re really worried about her legs. She can’t walk partially because it is painful, but she also just seems to have a lot of weakness. We suspect it is a side effect of one of the chemo meds.

Tomorrow, we go back to Vandy for a spinal tap and chemo to the spinal column, a bone marrow biopsy to see how effective the chemo has been and her IV chemo. They expect to see less than 1% blast cells (down from 95% just a week ago). This just gives you an idea of how brutal this chemo is. She’ll be under for these procedures, so no pain there. I’m praying that she doesn’t have great discomfort afterwards from the bone marrow biopsy, but suspect she will.

So, the appetite increase they promised as a result of the steroids has finally arrived. Just in time, Tanner looks emaciated. She ate, and ate, and ate. Chicken and tater tots for breakfast. A cheese sandwich, oranges, banana, a slice of bread. Had ice cream sundaes at 9 am this morning (thanks Rosemary, for the ice cream and fixings). Why not? Then Tanner says, “Do we have any mini corn dogs?” So off to Sonic we go. I told Tanner at bed time we were having an eating party at 4 am. She can’t have anything to eat after 5 am and I don’t think she’ll make it until 1:30 pm when her surgery is without gnawing her arm off. She requested bread and gogurt. This is a weird new life, for sure.

Love,
Beth

Today get better

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I started out today in a funk, wishing Tanner felt better, wanting her to get up because the doctor and the P.T. said she should be able to, frustrated with the whole situation. I think we all learned a lot today. We upped her pain meds, which made a world of difference. She stayed awake longer, was much less whiny, sat up a lot on her own and even went outside some (around the block in a wagon, and in the back yard watching Jake play). We decided to trust her, not the doctors, when trying to determine what she is capable of doing right now and how much pain she is in. We didn’t push as much and she didn’t resist as much. We held our ground when we needed to and gave her as much control as we could over things that didn’t matter. Everything went better. In fact, we had the best medicine taking time that we’ve had in days. She actually accepted that she had to take it and was a trooper. She even opened up a little and told me she was really mad at the leukemia and mad at being sick. Amen little sister… you said a mouthful.

I think we’re finally realizing this is going to be a long, long process and there will be good days and bad days. On the good days we should make the best of them and not take them for granted. On the bad days, we’ll just hole up and sleep and cry if that makes us feel better… another good day will come.

Thank you all for the unending outpouring of support, good food, thoughtful gifts and prayers. We could not do this without you… really. And, if for some reason, we don’t remember to thank you with a personal email (I am not even going to attempt to write actual thank you notes for the many, many kindnesses, even though my Mother taught me better), please know we appreciated it mightily, but were busy kicking cancer’s butt and didn’t get it done. Please forgive us.

I’ll leave you with one sweet thought that came from the innocence of my two-year-old son. Jake adores Tanner and is so confused by her sudden disinterest in playing. Today when she was laying on the sofa, he reached down and gently rubbed her leg and then patted her really softly. He then laid his head down on her leg and smiled one of his best irresistible grins. Then, he stood up and said, “Yay! Jake made her better!”

Yeah, buddy, we’re all making her better with love.

Beth

Tanner has cancer

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Today, for the first time, Tanner looks like a cancer patient. She is pale with dark shadows under her eyes and can’t wake up this morning, even though it is 8:45 am (for those of you who know what early birds my kids are, this will mean something). I know in my brain that means the chemo is working, killing all those abnormal cells along with what few good ones she had left, but in my heart it is killing me. I just want to fix it for her. Today is the day she gets the two horrible shots in her legs and I hope that she and I are strong. Tanner is terrified of shots and if there is any part of this that I could take from her, this would be it. Please pray for us today.

Beth