Saturday, October 23, 2010
I Want Yew To Want Me...
I need yew to need me,
I'd love yew to love me,
I'm beggin' yew to beg me...
Hi Friends,
Well, Thursday was quite the day. It was much longer than I anticipated, but we got through it. Julie dropped Catherine and I off at about 8:30, and they took us in by 9:15 (which was great). There were a few anti-nausea and anti-rejection drugs first, and they took about two hours to infuse. I had a hard time with one of them, it felt horribly toxic in my arm and then my arm went cold so Catherine got the nurse to make sure all was ok. It was. One of the drugs they use is Benadryl which helps prevent a histamine reaction. It also made me really dopey. Then they started the Taxol infusion. I could feel myself fading in and out, not sleep exactly, but pretty drugged. During one of my fade outs, I started hearing Cheap Trick's song "I Want You to Want Me" in my head, but imagined the spelling as "Yew." I was singing the song in my head, kind of amused at this, wanting the yew to be ok, wanting it to want me. (For those who missed the post earlier this week, Taxol is derived from the yew tree.) This song makes so much less sense now but in the drug-induced moment it was perfectly clear. I told Catherine about it and the two of us sang it quietly together during the drip. It was one of the sweet moments of the day. The Taxol took longer than normal because the first time through they have to graduate the dose. They first administer about a teaspoon an hour and watch you carefully, then they increase. I'm glad that's the protocol - a woman a few beds down had a reaction to the Taxol. I couldn't see her, but it didn't sound pretty. We left about 7 hours after we arrived, and I was done in, to say the least.
The nausea was rough the first day, but it has settled pretty well. Now it's dealing with joint and bone pain which is significant and will worsen tomorrow with the growth hormone. I'm saving the codeine in case I need it then.
I just heard from my cousin Ellen's husband, Gary. She had her surgery yesterday for ovarian cancer and all went well.
Above is a photo Jules took this afternoon of me beside the tree outside the house. The leaves on the tree are still pretty green, but those on the ground reveal its fall colours.
Much love,
Kip
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Only Yew :
ReplyDelete(Buck Ram and Andre Rand)
Only yew can make this world seem right
Only yew can make the darkness bright
Only yew and yew alone
Can thrill me like yew do
And fill my heart with love for only yew
Only yew can make this change in me
For it's true, yews are my destiny
When yew drip in me
I understand the magic that yews do
Yew're my dream come true
My one and only yew
and here i was thinking that we were going to get some lyrics from "yew too"
ReplyDeleteSay for example, the following (which sounds a bit like chemo to me):
See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for yew
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without yew
With or without yew
With or without yew
Through the storm we reach the shore
Yew give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for yew
etc.
or then there is the far happier sounding alternative:
"all i want is yew"
which ends:
Some people get squashed crossing the tracks
Some people got high rises on their backs
I'm not broke but you can see the cracks
Yew can make me perfect again
All because of yew
All because of yew
All because of yew
I am... I am
I'm alive
I'm being born
I just arrived, I'm at the door
Of the place I started out from
And I want back inside
All because of yew
All because of yew
All because of yew
I am
...
take care there. glad to hear that the nausea is diminishing. glad to hear that you have some codeine on hand.
xo
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Yew 2 are entirely too funny! as only Dr. Adams and Dr. MacDonald can carry it off.
ReplyDeleteKip,
May be different for cancer pains, but in terms of pain management, the general instructions that I always hear are to, "stay ahead of the pain." That is, to take the pain relief before the pain drags you to the depths. No need to be more tough than necessary. Be gentle with yourself.
I like the tree pic-- wish it were a yew. But then it appears you are quite attached to that tree-- Kip kisses trees!
Love,
Roberta
TREE
ReplyDeleteNo mortal tree, you will keep growing
inside me,
branching in my veins.
Inside me I hear
the rustling of your leaves.
Vasant Abaji Dahake, 1972
Translation (from Marathi): 2004, Ranjit Hoskote