Before dinner we often talk about what we are thankful for. Like a prayer in a sense…or a cheers in another sense. Tonight Maya went first.
“I am thankful for Love and the Earth”, she said.
Maya is doing well. She had her 5th and final dose of the escalating methotrexate as well as vincristine on Friday. This marked the end of Interim Maintenance 2 and we head into just over two weeks of a break from chemo for blood recovery. She has tolerated well, as she does, with some lethargy, leg pain, nerve issues, and head aches. She rarely complains but Scott and I can tell when things are off. Her stamina is incredible.
Friday at the clinic went quickly. Scott had taken her in for a lab check the day before (since the escalation in dose requires her to meet the lab parameters of an ANC above 750 and platelets above 75). They had already made the chemo and Maya’s access was quick. Some tears appeared only when Maya got her flu shot. It’s so predictable – anything out of the ordinary is cause for concern with the dragon. While she cried at the shot, she recovered and moved on.
Some tears welled up into my eyes as well at that visit. We commonly talk with the doctor at each visit. She looks over Maya and answers questions and reviews Maya’s medications. Since the next time we see Dr. Salo will be on day one of Maintenance…we had some questions.
We have heard Maintenance is the “easiest” phase. Mostly we have heard this from the physicians and RN’s or Case Managers. Of course it’s the “easiest” phase….for them. They will see us once a month. There is more “homework” than anything. I have been monitoring and assessing our family schedule (or some version of schedule…or some vague desire of schedule) because we are about to hit a very rigid phase. One that lasts for over 18 months. Maintenance. It sounds innocent. It sounds like a dream compared to Induction. But it has more oral medication than almost all of the other phases. One of which requires an empty stomach and the only research (completed 50 years ago) shows that it is best to be given in the evening. 6MP has to be taken 2 hours after a meal and an hour before a meal. No milk or citrus can be given anywhere close to it either. Oh and a missed dose can be destructive to Maya’s prognosis or cure rate.
So – at what point is my child’s stomach empty? In the morning. Right, but the only research about this shows that it is most effective when given at night. I asked how important this is with the doctor. She is smart. She is saving my child’s life. But she has no idea what it feels like to wonder when I will safely (and efficiently) give my child her chemo with out interference of food. The doctor mentioned after dinner. After dinner? Do you know what its like putting dinner on the table on time? Some times we can have dinner on the table at 5:30 so she can be done with any food at 6 (a miracle). She could take her chemo right before bed at 8 (even though we try to get her to bed at 7:30). But with no milk. She is used to milk before bed. It’s part of her day. And what if dinner isn’t on the table till 6:30? Then chemo at 9? Then we discussed after nap. The first time she was on 6MP she would sleep for 2 hours – perfect. Wake up, take the chemo, wait for 45 mins to an hour, then dinner. Well – now she sleeps (if we are lucky) for an hour. And it is a bit variable. There is no “easy” answer.
Dr. Salo could tell my eyes were welling with tears and that I was getting upset. She put her hand on my leg in attempt to comfort me. She is a very interesting person. Not a cozy person in my opinion, but as someone who works in hematology and oncology, I don’t doubt there is a need for emotional disconnection. I think she did her best at trying to make me feel better. She knows I’m educated. She knows I’m realistic. She hasn’t seen my emotional side and I imagine I threw her off a bit. She said “don’t make this harder than it is, this is supposed to be the easy phase”…I really start crying. I wanted to scream. I wanted to holler. I feel terrible saying this but…I wanted to shake her. I wanted to laugh with disgust. I didn’t want to cry in front of her.
She hasn’t seen me cry before – maybe on the day she told us Maya was Standard Risk- but those tears were different. These tears were frustration, inconvenience, pain, worry, confusion, wonder, torment, suffer….fear. I’m scared. I’m scared to death. I’m frightened and get sick to my stomach at the thought of relapse. Giving Maya her medication at the right time, every day, on time, safely…contribute to her success. Her survival.
“…Harder than it is”. There hasn’t been anything harder than this. She doesn’t get it. Luckily, most people don’t get it. Do I explain it to her? She’s does so much for my family, I would hate to offend her but it felt like she knew nothing at that moment. We finished our conversation and I said “thank you”. What else could I say? Maya asked if my tears were “happy tears” and I couldn’t lie to her. All I could say was ” not this time…mommy is just a little scared but I will feel better soon, you make me feel better”. And she does.
Maintenance will include: oral 6MP daily, 5 days of Decadron each month, IV vincristine each month, oral methotrexate once a week, lumbar puncture with methotrexate every 3 months. Her labs will hopefully be stable. No massive drops aside from a likely drop in the first 3 months of maintenance. They aim to keep her ANC between 500 and 1500. If her ANC is 1500 for 2 months in a row they will increase her dose of 6MP since a constant depression is the design.
Aside from my break down and lingering fear, things are fine. We are enjoying the warm fall weather for now and trying to find some normalcy. Maya’s hair is growing wonderfully. She still looks like a sweet little albatross chick but I love sneaking a peak of Lincoln rubbing his cheeks on her head. She is so soft and Lincoln is a sucker for anything soft. It melts my heart.
Maya’s labs were great. ANC of 1300, Hgb of 11.3, WBC at 3, Platelets of 377.
As my confidence wavers, Maya the Dragon soars. For the most part, she is flying around her kingdom only swooping down for moments of rest (or some snuggles and warm milk). She inspires me to find my strength and proves we can thrive. When I look her in the eye, my fear subsides. She is rebuilding her castle and ruling her land triumphantly. This child is magic and this world is better because of her.
Love is Life