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The Cancer Dentist

These days I rarely learn anything new about myeloma. For preservation purposes, I tend to avoid reading about occasional medication advancements. I prefer ignorance on that subject for it does not assist my day to day. Such ignorance means that there really are few days in which I can learn or experience anything new about the wonder that is myeloma. My current treatment can quite easily be described as monotonous, and thus most days, I feel I have encountered everything this stage of My Myeloma can throw at me. Even the unpredictable delays and detours no longer surprise me. It’s an old hat. A black, old, slightly smelly, definitely frayed, hat.

On Monday of this week, as you may have guessed, I did experience something new. Be warned, this does not mean it was interesting (it was not), so feel free to skip to the end. Interesting or not, new is new, and I have been talking about it ever since. It beats me describing how I felt when I had a cannula put in on the same day, which is exactly how I felt 18 months ago and how I have felt almost every time I have had one since. There are only so many times you can spin the same tale, or else one risks becoming as monotonous as the treatment.

In case you wanted to know, the cannula on Monday stung for a few seconds as the nurse inserted the tube into my right hand. I like to use the right hand for cannulas because the left veins are sucked dry more often for blood. The sting was followed by the word I utter without fail, after a successful insertion: ‘blood’. It is a word that denotes relief that further prodding is not necessary. As soon as the tube was removed the bruise appeared and it remains still, or as I view it; the unmistakable mark of illness…. That is the end of that tale of my normality. I do love digression. I do love repetition.

Monday’s appointment came about because I have been experiencing an occasional pain in my jaw, and it was decided that the first step of investigation into the cause would be a trip to a dentist. The dentist in question, would be what I have been calling, the Cancer Dentist. No normal dentist for me. Exercising caution is key.

Did you know that having cancer treatment can make a trip to the dentist a dangerous thing to do? The reasons were explained to me, but my appointment was four days ago and many of them, especially the reasons with scientific jargon, have since left my brain. In a unspecified nutshell, there is an extra risk of infection for us types due to there always being an extra risk of infection. That is pretty standard, but for those with myeloma, the administration of bone juice adds a further complication. Although bone juice helps me elsewhere, there is a chance that if I were to have a tooth removed, it would cause more damage to my jaw and prevent recovery. I recall something being said about ‘flaking bone’. Nobody wants unwanted bone in their mouth.

Drugs do so much more to the body than you think they do. Apparently, I will have to give any dentist a full list of my medication should I decide not to be lazy and I must make sure that O give specific mention to the bone juice. I was told that I would have to mention the Zometa up to ten years after I last received it. That my friends, is an optimistic thought.

The moral of the story, if you have skipped straight to the bottom, is that when you are with cancer, take extra super duper care of your teeth. In the paraphrased words of the the Cancer Dentist, fixing problems in the mouth with everything else going on is difficult, almost dangerous. Prevention is key. Heeding her advice, and I have only been too tired to brush my teeth two times since the appointment. That, is called progress.

I told you this was an exciting blog.

I should probably mention what was wrong with my mouth huh? After finally admitting a problem when I could not wrap my jaws around a bratwurst, two appointments and an x-ray of the jaw via A&E, I got the the diagnosis. Do you know what was wrong with my jaw? Absolutely nothing. By ‘absolutely nothing’, what I mean is, nothing cancer related. I did not think that was even a possibility in this day in age. In fact, my jaw ache is something many normal people suffer from; the teeth grind. How tame. I almost feel like a wuss for one day, it even prevented me from eating a cherry tomato.

Okay, there was something else said at the appointment, something far more serious, but I fear you will judge me… I have a build up of plaque around my molars. It’s not like anybody can seem them. Worse than that, at the ripe old age of 30, I was given a lesson in how to brush my teeth.

So there you have it. It may have been new, but my oh my, was it boring.

I should add, to make this blog even longer, that even though I do not know how to brush my teeth, I have never had a filling… I do still have myeloma though.

EJB x

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Cilit Bang – User Survey Spring 2014

Today is a Friday and thus there is 50/50 chance of today being a Velcade Day. Velcade Day always promises to be eventful and by eventful, what I actually mean is a day that features waiting, a short sharp scratch or three and fatigue. The following fortnight between the next Velcade Day will feature fatigue, pins and needles, dead limbs and an attempt at living.

Today was a Velcade Day. I awoke with great enthusiasm at receiving what will now be my 51st injection of the magic bleach. Alas, that did not happen. My Velcade has been postponed due to an increase in the side effects from it, which as I have said before feels like I have rubbed my hands and fingers in fibreglass. Occasionally, it feels like I am shooting lighting bolts from my toes whilst something simultaneously attempts to remove my toe nails. More often, my limbs will go dead after a short period of rest. Since my last injection, I have also noticed an increase in me dropping things. I need little assistance in being clumsy. Last week, whilst reaching for some toilet roll for reasons that are obvious, I dropped the roll and recreated an advert for Andrex minus the Labrador puppy.

So, yes, no Velcade for me today. Instead, I get to wait a fortnight to see if things improve and the Medically Trained People will then decide what to do next. I suspect, I will continue on the disinfectant, but it will be more like a dose of Detol kitchen cleaner than the full Cilit Bang.

Recent events create a mass of questions in my head about the future and length of my remission. It is further complicated by the fact that I was told a fortnight ago that my treatment would come to an end in five more injections. The week before that I was told my treatment was indefinite and today I was told the same thing. In my life, I value consistency and people not getting my hopes up.

On the subject of consistency, as much as I appreciate everything the Medically Trained People do in the wonder of 60 Huntley Street, the timely administration of my Velcade is an annoyance. In the last 10 weeks, only one of the six appointments have gone ahead without some sort of glitch. The most popular cause of delay is due to the Pharmacy not making the big juice in advance of my arrival. The same thing happened today, it was then made by the people in white jackets, to then find out that I would not have it. Ever the cautious tax payer, I hope it now does not go to waste. Maybe that is their argument for not making it before I get there, but I am a busy woman. I do not want a two and a half hour appointment for something that can take thirty. I value my employment.

Right, I think that just about covers where we are with my treatment. But before you jump out of your socks, ecstatic that I will no longer get my Velcade fatigue on Sunday and Monday, I did still have the bone juice today. The bone juice, as much as they say it should not, has sent me to bed. And thus, the normal Velcade Day feeling resumes.

I have got that Friday feeling. I think it feels different to yours.

EJB x

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Daycare

I have been coming to the Macmillan Cancer Centre since the 29 August and only today, the 10 January, have I discovered the mystery place called ‘Daycare’. I have always thought that ‘Daycare’ was on the second floor where I am always treated, but no, I was wrong. ‘Daycare’ is actually Haematology Daycare up on the fourth floor.

It’s a dreamland up here. To be clear, I like the second floor where everybody knows my name and I mean them no discourtesy when I say it is a dreamland in ‘Daycare’. A quiet dreamland.

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Cosy.

First things first, after I was directed upstairs by Joint Favourite Second Floor Receptionist 1, I discovered some new art designed to put us cancer patients at ease.

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Thanks, I do have a pretty face.

I then booked myself in at the new reception to find that I had a designated seat booked for my treatment (the bone juice), number 8 and I was given a token for a hot drink. To top it all off, it turns out there is a nurse up here who knows my name too. It was all very pleasant, and was only accompanied by a 25 minute minute wait.

So now, I am sitting on a reclining chair, getting my Zometa whilst listening to something that wants to be Magic FM. Hang on, an advert just came on, it is Magic FM.

Bliss.

If only my consultation could be like this.

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