tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3521808714057745062024-03-21T06:17:42.180-07:00How To Be A 20 Something Cancer (and life) SurvivorAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-73344867098173555202017-01-16T10:25:00.000-08:002017-01-29T18:36:54.765-08:00Chemo Brain<div class="_1mf _1mj" data-block="true" data-editor="c39ps" data-offset-key="5ompr-0-0" style="color: #1d2129; direction: ltr; line-height: 18px; position: relative; text-align: justify; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">While initially reading this article made me feel terrified and a little hopeless, it also justifies that what's going on in my brain is real and I'm not just making this up! Chemo brain is real you guys!! I'm sure I sound like a broken record player trying to convince everyone, but I can't stress how frustrating it is for me, let alone all of you that have to deal with me. I struggle with following conversations, which is really embarrassing for me when I'm meeting someone new or talking to someone who doesn't know me very well. It's even hard for me when talking to those of you who do know about my chemo brain, because the last thing I want you to think is that I don't care or that I'm not trying. One thing I have noticed about my concentration is that it seems to really struggle in social settings and not so much in educational settings. I do great paying attention in a classroom, but I have a hard time holding my own at a dinner party. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Aside from my lack of social concentration and extremely faulty short and long term memory, I have a hard time with my depth perception, which is really noticeable to me when driving and playing volleyball. I also get dizzy really easily, which happens multiple times a day, i.e. every time I stand up from a seated position. (So if you ever see me hunched over after standing up, which I know many of you have, it's because my sight is going black and my head is pounding. Give me 10 seconds and I'll be good to go.) I'm really working on trying to stand up slower, the problem with that being I always FORGET that this happens! I'll tell ya, It's a vicious cycle. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Anyways! The point of this post isn't to complain about how bad I have it, because I think we all know just how lucky I am! My main goal here is to just educate you guys a little more about what's really going on with me. And to remind everyone to have empathy! If there's one thing I've learned throughout this journey it's that you never know what someone else might be going through. Hell, I coached volleyball the entire time I was going through chemo and half of the coaches at our club had no idea, thanks to my awesome wigs! SO always, always try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and next time you feel yourself starting to judge someone, think twice about it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Here's the link to the mice study, I'd love for you guys to all read it and let me know what you think! </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-48216168412155957782015-08-22T09:16:00.001-07:002017-01-29T18:30:08.294-08:00Holla At Ya Girl I guess I should update this thing for the 50 or so of you that are actually still reading my blog!<br />
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In case you haven't heard, LA was a bust! Honestly, it was such a great experience for me and I'm pretty lucky that I had the opportunity to live out my dream of being a "Cali girl" but man the grass is definitely not greener on the other side. I think referring back to my last post, (which I made while I was still living in LA) you can get the vibe for how I was feeling out there. I made some amazing new friendships that I've continued to keep while back here in Utah, but yes I officially moved back home! And I know what you're about to ask next; YES I am so happy to be back! This is, and will always be my home. I guess it really does take leaving to realize what you have. I've said that time and time again about my cancer diagnosis as well and it couldn't be closer to the truth. Sometimes it takes drastic measures and life altering events to open up your eyes but if there was one thing I could teach others about what I've gone through, it's that life is not as bad as it seems! Every single day you wake up and have the opportunity to make your day great. No one else gets to decide that but yourself. Sure I wake up some days exhausted and unmotivated but I actively tell myself today is going to be great. No matter what comes my way today, I'm going to conquer it with the best attitude I can. I'm going to rise above the negativity. I'm going to have such a great day today that everyone who comes in contact with me will have no choice but to have a better day as well. There are so many things in this life that have the power to bring you down if you let it. Cancer. Car accident. Headache. Financial issues. Diet. Break ups. I could go on and on am I right? But what I want you all to think about is the millions of people in this world that have it worse than you. Humble yourself. Do some research on the poverty and slavery issues that third world countries are still facing TODAY. Realize that by simply living in America alone, you already have it better than MILLIONS of human beings. Don't sweat the small stuff. Brush it off your shoulder and make your day great. Make your week great. Heck, make your life great you guys! I promise it's not that hard!<br />
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On a side note, I started a Team for the Huntsman Cancer Institute 5k this coming Saturday! If you would like to join my team and walk (or run for those of you crazy's who are into that) or even just donate money to help fund cancer research please contact me! You can comment here or send me a Facebook message, text message or an email. Anything you can donate gets our scientists that much closer to curing this crap! XOXOX<br />
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1. My family is the most important thing in my life, and I'm not very good at being away from them<br />
2. I am TERRIFIED of cockroaches<br />
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4. There's always gonna be hundreds of people doing it better than you. Someone's always gonna be skinnier, prettier, more active, more inspiring. Love you for YOU.<br />
5. I'm crazy for thinking it was a good idea to pack up and move away from everything I've ever known a few months after having cancer. The truth is that I'm still healing and I was crazy to think I could do it on my own.<br />
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Thats all! For those of you who are curious as to how I'm doing in California, that about sums it up. XO!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-78799790273136835532015-03-11T12:01:00.001-07:002017-01-29T18:30:08.317-08:00I'm back!!Well I think it's about time that I update this thing! First and foremost I should start out by saying I am still cancer free! Secondly, in case you haven't heard, I have up and moved to Los Angeles! Pretty crazy huh? I found a little studio apartment in West LA and am loving every second of it so far. I plan on going back to school in the next semester or so, but for right now I am just focusing on getting settled in and exploring the new city.<br />
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Obviously one of the first things that I did once I moved out here was find a new oncologist so I wouldn't have to hop on a plane and fly home every three months just to get poked with needles. SO my new oncologist is at City of Hope, which is about 45 minutes away from my apartment but the drive is definitely worth it. My new doctor is AMAZING, and so thorough. I love her.<br />
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As far as my symptoms go, there's nothing new there. My chemo brain is still very much a thing, a very annoying thing, but I'm getting better at dealing with it. I normally just start out greeting people with that.. <i>Hi I'm lexi and I have chemo brain so if i just stare at you blankly in mid conversation don't be alarmed it's just my brain not working! </i>Sounds silly huh, but that's the truth. Fatigue is another biggie that I'm still dealing with but thats getting easier to deal with as well. At first I think I was just so eager to get back to my normal life that all these little changes were so frustrating to me, but what I was so afraid to admit to myself was that I had just beaten CANCER! When I was tired I would feel lazy for not being active all day, or when I couldn't think of the words I was trying to say I would feel stupid, but the fact is I just beat freaking cancer. So I'm learning that it is okay to heal. I'm not going to be back to normal overnight. In face, I don't think there's such thing as back to normal. I will never be the person I was before I got cancer, and I will have lingering side effects for the rest of my life. Which is not ideal obviously, but neither is getting cancer at 20 years old. You just have to roll with what life throws at you. And honestly if it weren't through all of the pain and crap that I went through last year, I don't think that I would be here in LA right now. It's always been a dream of mine to live here but I've never had the courage to, but having a life threatening experience really changes your whole perspective of life. And it's that LIFE IS SHORT! I can't stress that enough. You never know whats going to happen tomorrow, or on your way home from work tonight. Life is so short and in one instant everything can change, so don't take it for granted. Follow your heart, chase your dreams, life to your fullest potential. You only get one shot on this earth, so give it everything you've got.<br />
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PS. A huge congrats to my friend Ryan who had his LAST chemo treatment this week! Only a few surgeries left and that kid gets to join the Cancer Survivor's Club too!!!! AMAZING!<br />
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PPS. Remember that one time a couple months before my diagnosis when I ran a marathon on a WHIM? Well here I am, about nine months into remission and am about to do it again! Don't get me wrong though, I signed up for this thing about 4 months ago, and trained for it for a few weeks but I was getting so down on myself for how slow I am now and how HARD it is for me to run now. But again, hello I've literally been poisoned for months and months. So I told myself that I will run when I can, and I won't when I can't. Well turns out that approach didn't really work because then I never ran. And now here we are, four days until the marathon and I am not trained at ALL for it. I am just going to go out there and give it hell, and hope that I don't pass out. Literally. It's suppose to be 90 degrees. NINETY FREAKING DEGREES. I vowed to never sign up for another one of these things so you can bet I'll be keeping that promise to myself. I HATE RUNNING!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-539445483535977092014-10-13T23:58:00.000-07:002014-10-13T23:58:56.806-07:00College and Chemo BrainI'm sorry that its been so long since I've given you all an update, I really wasn't born to be a blogger. It's not that I don't care to update you all on my health and what's been happening in my life because I do! I just always forget, or when I do remember to get on here, I know that I should be spending that time doing homework and studying instead. Yep! You heard me, I am officially a college student again! I decided to squeeze in one more semester of school at the U before I moved to Cali because quite honestly, I was scared that I would never go back. So I pushed my moving date to the end of December and I am currently taking a few classes towards my Exercise and Sports Science degree. As well as a yoga class! Yoga has been one of the best things for me in my recovery process. It is such a cleanse of the mind, body (I sweat like CRAZY in there), and the soul. I feel so spiritually sound after each class which is something I really cherish after the year that I've had. But along with yoga, I am also taking Sports Psychology, Sports in American Society, and Biology. And here is the biggest shocker, I'm actually doing the best in my Biology class, but here's why.<br />
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I have this super amazing professor named Professor Temme and the way he teaches is so amazing. He doesn't teach you to get a good grade, he actually teaches you to learn. I don't really know how else to describe it other than there's no memorizing, there's no last minute cramming for a test, either you understand the concepts or you don't. Which I am SO grateful to have a teacher like him, especially this semester. I think I've kind of explained what chemo brain is to you guys, but in case I haven't or you didn't read it, I'll let you know again because it is such a huge part of my life right now. As far as my post cancer/chemo/radiation symptoms go, all of my main symptoms are gone besides a very persistent cough and sore throat, the fatigue is still as present as ever, my hormones are ALL over the place (my Dr. says its kind of like going through puberty all over again but with hot flashes like menopause....great), and the most annoying of all would be my chemo brain. </div>
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The term chemo brain can be kind-of misleading because new studies have shown that it can also be caused by just the cancer itself, so it's also known as cognitive dysfunction or mental fogginess. And it's exactly that. For me personally, I have a very difficult time finding common words from my vocabulary and getting them to come out of my mouth properly. I get really tongue tied, or I can't remember what the word is all together. I struggle putting entire sentences together when I'm talking to someone, almost like my mouth and my brain aren't connected, or most of the time like my brain is just shut off. I have a really hard time focussing on things, and when I can pay attention to whatever it is, I can't store it into my short or long term memory properly so I end up forgetting it. And the absolute worst part of it, which can be directly linked to the chemo, is my memory loss. So many times in the past few months my friends and family have been reminiscing on something and will say, "Do you remember when we did this..?" and I have absolutely no recollection of it.</div>
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So besides feeling mentally impaired all the time, having pre-teen acne and cramps all over again, and always coughing like a 3 pack a day smoker, I am doing amazing! But in all seriousness, I really am doing great. It sounds bad when I put it all in the same sentence but it's about 50/50 complaining and just trying to update you on where I am in my recovery process. </div>
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That's about all I have for now, this turned out to be waaay longer than I planned for it to be, so if you read that whole thing, then you're amazing! Thank you to all my amazing support system, including the 45,000 viewers of my blog! It is so crazy to me that there's that many of you willing to read through all of my rambling and follow my crazy journey and I just can't thank you enough!!!!! XOXOX</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-21800899282180874212014-07-22T18:09:00.001-07:002017-01-29T18:30:08.264-08:00A whole lot of catching up.. I think it's only fitting that I change the name of my blog, seems as how I am cancer free now!? Wow. Who would've thought that I would be saying that I beat cancer before I can legally get into the club? I know this might not make sense to most of you, but I feel lucky.. <i>blessed</i> almost, to have been through what I have. No, I wouldn't ask to have cancer, but the people that I've been lucky enough to meet through this journey, along with the courage and the strength inside of me that I didn't realize I had and the second outlook on life (yes, that really is a thing), has changed my life and 100% for the better.<br />
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My entire life I have been in love with the beach and I have always thought, "I want to move to LA one day". I never thought that day would actually come though, my entire family and support system is in Salt Lake and has always been in Salt Lake, how could I leave that? It was especially hard about a year and a half ago when I lost my best friend in a car accident. If it weren't for my family, my friends, and my football roomies to sidetrack me and keep me busy, I don't know what I would have done. Then after almost a year had gone by, I was diagnosed with cancer. It was almost a sign from Seth that just because he's gone, doesn't mean that I need to stop living my life. For the longest time I couldn't see myself ever doing anything again that I had ever done with him. I stopped going back home where he had a room in our house, I stopped going to my dads company where he worked, I stopped hanging out with all of our old friends, I stopped hiking up to our favorite look out. I just couldn't imagine life going on the way it was, without the most amazing guy in it. I'm thankful for my roommate and all of his friends for keeping me company and entertained but after a while, I realized I was only masking the problem. Instead of mourning his death and trying to accept the truth of the matter, I just ignored it and pushed it out of my head.<br />
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Finding out that I had cancer one hundred percent opened my eyes to everything that had been happening, or lack thereof. I realized that I wasn't living my life to the fullest and that my dreams were just sitting on the top shelf in my closet collecting dust. So I immediately went to LA with Brian to tour a fashion school and started making some plans for when I beat cancer. And that's the thing, I <b>KNEW</b> I would beat it. There was never a doubt in my mind. Everyone always applauds me for my positive attitude and bravery and for a while I thought it was the weirdest thing, I've never really been the bravest person, let alone the most positive. But when I heard my diagnosis I never even thought that dying was a possibility. It literally never crossed my mind, I <b>KNEW</b> everything was going to be okay. Cancer was simply a bump in the road to my crazy journey ahead and I really think that made the world of the difference. I always say, there's not point in worrying because no good will come of it at all. The only thing worrying will do is make the situation worse, which in the eyes of cancer, is the worst thing you can do.<br />
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So here I am, the week of my 21st birthday, preparing myself to go to Europe with one of my best friend's for two weeks, all the while packing up my condo to move to California. That's right! In case you haven't already heard, I will be moving to the Santa Monica area on September 19th!!!! I;m not going to school out there right away and to be completely honest I don't really have a set plan. I'm just going to pack up and move out there and trust that everything is going to work out! Thanks to everyone for all the positive words and encouragement, it's been one hell of a year but I am SO much stronger because of that! I am so grateful for the life that I live and that I get to continue to live it every single day.<br />
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If there's one thing that you take away from this post, I hope it's that <i>life is a gift</i>. That sounds cheesy but I mean it with every ounce of my body. Stop looking at all the negative things in your life and counting up all your problems and realize just how lucky you are to have those problems. I was lucky enough to have gotten what they say is the best kind of lymphoma you can get. Yes, I am lucky for my cancer. There were so many people that my family and I had the pleasure of getting to know at the hospital whose prognosis wasn't as great as mine. There is <b>always</b> going to be someone out there worse off than you are.. Remember that next time you want to complain about something, anything at that matter.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">XOXOX</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-91421407193420955522014-06-22T23:39:00.000-07:002017-01-29T18:30:08.323-08:00REMISSION!!!For those of you who haven't heard already... I am in REMISSION!!! On my last day of radiation I met with Dr. Gafney and he said the cancer is completely gone and that I am in remission! I got a cute blanket and a certificate for graduating radiation treatments just like at chemo, it was so fun. All the nurses and technicians gave me their best and in return I gave them all donuts! They have all been so amazing to me at the radiation clinic and I was almost sad to be done. I'm so so glad that my cancer is gone but I really will miss all the amazing people at the hospital! And I know they'll miss me just as much, I'm the most fun and <i>probably</i> only patient under 35 years old ;)<br />
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So I know what you guys are going to ask next.. <i>What did you do to celebrate?</i> Well my amazing aunt and uncle took me out boating with them and some of friends up at Pineview Reservoir the same day I found out I was in remission. I went from the hospital to their house and off we went! It was such a blast out on the lake, we went tubing and wake boarding. Tubing was so fun I thought I was going to pee my swim bottoms and wake boarding... It was fun at first!...until I fell and found out later that night that I broke my ankle (the end of my tibia bone) and needed surgery to get screws put in!<br />
JUST MY LUCK! So I had surgery about a week and a half ago and will have to be on crutches for another six weeks.<br />
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Also this year is my 21st birthday! My friend Chelsie and I are flying to paris on my actual birthday at the end of July and will be there for a week, until we fly to Germany to spend another week. I have never been to Europe so I am so so excited! regardless of the fact that I will still be in a walking boot. I'm just thankful to be alive and healthy! Thank you to every one of you that has been there for me on this crazy journey that I am glad to say is finally over! Let's celebrate!!!! XOXOXAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-457741925968911182014-05-15T12:43:00.000-07:002017-01-29T18:30:08.291-08:00RadioactiveToday I had my first radiation treatment! I realized that I haven't updated you guys about my radiation plans so here we are. I met with Dr. Gafney, my radiation oncologist that I LOVE, a couple weeks ago to review my PET scan results and to plan my radiation treatment process. He told me that I could not have responded better to the chemo treatments which was so awesome to hear! If my results would have been from a normal person, they wouldn't even be able to detect the amount of cancer that I still have, but since they already know of my cancer, they can see the tiniest amount that's left. So we all decided that radiation was definitely a good idea, we want this to be a one and done deal! So Dr. Gafney and his resident showed me my PET scan too so I could see exaclty where and how much cancer I had which was really cool I'm not going to lie. The red/orange spots on the scan are the cancerous cells, the left one is before chemo and the right is after chemo. <br />
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So after looking at the scans, Dr. Gafney said that he wants to do fifteen treatments of radiation. The difference between this and chemo is that radiation is everyday Monday through Friday. So they then told me they were fitting me for my mask today and giving me my tattoos. They took me back into this room, laid me on this tiny table and got to work. Keep in mind Dr. Gafney and his resident are both in the room along with one male and two female radiation tech's. So they all start poking and prodding at me, drawing all over my face and abdomen with permanent marker, making notes of where and how they're going to set me up for treatments. Once they get all of their markings in place they tell me they are going to start making the mold for my mask and to lie still. In order to make the mask they drape this large peice of soaking wet and HOT plastic that has holes in it over my face. I'm not going to lie it felt a little suffocating and probably the closest to water boarding that I'll ever experience. Luckily it cooled down and dried fairly quickly, I just had to lay there for close to twenty minutes while the mask dried. It wasn't as fun as it sounds but I have to say every single person I have worked with in radiation has been so amazing! <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every time we have met with my oncologist, I have been less than impressed. He never informs his staff of his plans, let alone me! I don't mean to trash talk him either though because he saved my life, sort of, but man I just am not impressed with him. Anyways, we didn't even get to meet with Dr. Halwani today!! My nurse and my nurse practitioner gave me my results. Which I am not mad about at all, they are some of the most amazing people I've met. SO, Mary (my nurse), was pulling my results out of the printer and as she was walking back to Renee (my NP) to review my test results she says, "This is the worst printer I've ever seen!" Well all I heard was "This is the worst..", so I thought she was talking about my test results! I freaked out for a second but it was actually pretty funny. And then they gave me the results..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">AND DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of all my cancerous lymph nodes, there is one left and it has shrunk so much from that chemo that they believe it will go completely away on its own in the next few weeks!!! I can't say that I'm cancer free yet because I don't want to jinx that last little guy, but the prognosis was amazing! I still meet with my radiation oncologist on Wednesday so he can review my results and decide what we should do regarding radiation. My guess is that we will still go through with a little bit of radiation just to help that last little guy along and to be safe! I'd rather get rid of every last little bit right now and not have to worry as much later on in life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So that's that! The chemo worked and we are so close to being done with this mess! XOXOX!!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-91519541565498173482014-04-16T21:23:00.000-07:002017-01-29T18:30:08.329-08:00My Last Chemo Treatment!!!!! Tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. in the Infusion Center at The Huntsman Cancer Institute in Salt Lake City, Utah I, Alexis Marie Isbell, will be receiving my last chemotherapy treatment for stage 2b Hodgkin's Lymphoma!! Hopefully ever, but lets not jinx it, I'm still young and my chances of having cancer again in my lifetime are unfortunately a lot higher than most of you, purely because I've had it already. I have never been more excited to get poisoned!<br />
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After tomorrow the doctors will wait about 10 days for my last chemo treatment to run its course through my system, to start doing tests. Then they'll do another PET scan to see how much of the cancer is gone and how much of it, if any, remains. Once they get the results of that, I'll meet with my radiation oncologist again to find exactly how many sessions of radiation I'll need. Then I'll make another appointment to get fitted for my radiation mask and tattoos! Say what?! The mask is like a mesh thing that wraps around your face and is extremely tight. A friend of mine who went through the exact same thing as me, says that it's so tight that if I go into it with my eyes open I can close them, but if I go into it with my eyes closed, I can't open them! Crazy huh. The tattoos aren't as cool as they sound, they are just little freckle sized dots surrounding the area they will treat, so that they know they are treating the exact same area every single time. After I get fitted for my mask I'll have to wait another week or so to start treatment. Then I'll undergo about three weeks of radiation therapy, which unlike chemo, I have to go in every day for. It should only take up about 30 minutes of my day, and the actual radiation part only lasts about two minutes. The main side effects are fatigue (what's new?), sensitive skin in the treatment area (like a sunburn), and a sore throat. Overall, WAY better than chemo!!<br />
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It feels like that last four months of my life have dragged on, but I am so excited to finally see a light at the end of the tunnel!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-49182214199516324572014-04-04T23:31:00.001-07:002017-01-29T18:30:08.301-08:00Seven Down, One To Go! <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's crazy to me to see how people react in the face of death and disease. When I was diagnosed with cancer a little over three months ago, there were a few people in my life that I knew would be there for me throughout this journey. At least I thought so. They always say that hard times bring out the best and the worst in people but I've never experienced that more than I have right now. Some of my absolute closest friends turned out to be the most distant throughout my recovery and vice versa. The amount of people that have stepped up and really showed their support is overwhelming and I am so thankful for all of you. I try to focus on the good rather than the bad especially in situations like this where that seems to be all that I see most days. Cancer isn't pretty and there aren't many perks to it so when I find one I've got to take it for all that it's worth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday I started my last round of chemo!!! I have one more treatment left and then it's on to radiation. I met with a radiation oncologist earlier this week to learn a little bit more about the process and I'm not going to lie, he said a lot of scary things. In case you didn't know, my lymph nodes that have been infected by the cancer start in my neck, my collar bone area, and continue down around my heart and my left lung. When they start the radiation they want to make sure they treat all of the infected areas which means the radiation will target part of my thyroid, my lung, my heart, and some breast tissue. Because the radiation can be so damaging there are a lot of potential risks with this area the main ones being breast cancer, hypothyroidism, lung diseases, and pericarditis. My initial thought after hearing all of that was nooo way! I'll take my chances with my lymphoma reoccurring. Well turns out, if I don't do the radiation my chances of the lymphoma coming back are almost a sure bet and it's much harder to treat the second time around and I'd be looking at multiple bone marrow transplants. If I go on and do the radiation, because of my age and the fact that my cancer is only in stage two, the chances of all those other complications happening are very low. I've decided to do the radiation this time around and pray to the universe that no cancer or any other disease will come from it! It's safe to say that I am officially sick of being sick and am counting down the days until this nightmare is over and I can have my health and most importantly my hair back! Or is it the other way around..?</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-31148434786885922272014-03-19T22:26:00.004-07:002017-01-29T18:30:08.284-08:00Just Another Bump in the Road! Man I wish that my blog was about something more fun and light hearted like fashion or food! Something we all love, not something we all hate. Wouldn't that be the life?!<br />
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Tomorrow will be the end of my third round of chemo. After tomorrow I will only have two more treatments and then I'll be done, right? Wrong! Two weeks ago, when I went in for my fifth chemo treatment, I was scheduled to come in a few hours early to get some lab work done and to meet with the oncologist which we do about every other treatment. While we waited for over an hour to meet with my doctor my mom did a puzzle in the waiting room with me.<br />
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SO much fun right? It sure beats the alternative! If I had the chance to go to HCI and just play puzzles without getting any poison fed into my veins, I would go there every single day. If only! Well we finally got back to meet with Dr. Halwani and after a few minutes of talking to him he informed us that about two weeks after I finish all of my chemo treatments and finish my testing I will have to start.... drum roll please.... Radiation!!!! Radiation sucks because I'll have to come in everyday Monday through Friday for about an hour to receive treatment. We aren't sure about the exact game plan yet, I'll meet with a Radiation Oncologist on April Fools (Ironic right?) to learn more about it but as of now we're thinking about 2-4 weeks.<br />
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Yet another bump along the road, but nothing I can't beast through! At this point, if things stay according to the plan, I am officially half way. Fortunately, I hear that radiation is a walk in the park compared to chemo, so hopefully this will be the easier half of the two. As of now I am still continuing to coach the cutest volleyball team ever, taking a practice or two off directly after chemo. It's the only normal part of my life left so I swore no matter how hard it got that I wouldn't give it up, but so far I haven't needed to. They really are an amazing group of girls and their families have all been so helpful and understanding.<br />
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I honestly don't know what I would do without all of the love and support from you guys. Especially my family, you guys mean everything to me!!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-17491942126864413812014-02-27T23:30:00.001-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.262-08:00Half Way...Hopefully!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Man I have never been more excited and frustrated at the same time! First off let's all just celebrate a little that I am officially half way through with Chemo! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!! The frustrating part is that we don't know how my body/the cancer is reacting at all and we won't have any idea for at least another month. All I know is that the lumps on my next are nearly gone, (thank goodness) and I feel like crap almost all the time (not thank goodness). Everyone says you're gonna kick cancer's butt, but they don't ever tell you how it's gonna kick your butt! Nausea, headaches, being bald, fatigue, insomnia, the taste of poison in my mouth constantly, chemo brain (I feel so dumb!), hot flashes/cold sweats, constipation (sorry, gross..), etc. The list goes on!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The being bald thing though I think is one of the worst, next to the sickness obviously. Man I didn't think I would miss my hair this much! Yeah I'm rocking the bald look but only because I have to don't get me wrong. I would take a full head of hair any day of the week. With that being said, I like to look at this as a do-over. Pun intended. Before I lost my hair I was blonde for a while, which damaged it like nobody's business, and then I made an impulse decision and dyed it near black (which I did not love). Now when my hair grows back, not only do I get to go through all kinds of crazy short hairstyles that I would never do otherwise, but I get to start over! Growing it all out and going blonde the healthy way, well a healthier way. It's unfortunate that this is what it had to come to for me to have short hair, but hey we'll take it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know I go on and on about how amazing my family and friends are but it really gets more and more humbling every single day. My Aunt Mikell and her cousin Whitney have decided to do a fundraiser in my name. What are they selling? Pink hair extensions! How awesome is that? We are having a big party where they are going to be putting in the extensions and I couldn't be more excited! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A friend of Whitney's was also so unbelievably gracious and has decided to sell her necklaces in my name as well! Her flyer is above and she also has an etsy shop at https://www.etsy.com/shop/CustomizedByKarli. You can order your necklace there with a coupon code "LOVEFORLEXI" until March 8th so head on over and check her shop out! </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-49144061529393289342014-02-13T23:33:00.002-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.298-08:00Cancer + 20's + Valentine's Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So you wanna know what it's like to have cancer in your twenties? Well it is a little something like this. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know that massive hangover you've gotten before from spending a night out with your friends at the bar or at a party, drinking way too much and talking to tons of people you'll probably never meet again? Yeah that one that makes you think, "I am <b>never</b> drinking alcohol again a day in my life!!" Where you lay on the couch all day watching crappy TV, stuffing your face with crappy foods trying to feel remotely human again? That extremely horrible feeling after drinking that you get every so often that makes you slow down on your alcohol intake for the next few weeks? (Not like I would know that feeling from alcohol Grandma, I've just "heard"..) WELL my friends, that is how I feel nonstop the first 3-4 days after chemo and on and off every hour or so the next 3 days after that. Luckily for me, I only have chemo every other week so there is a week in between where I do feel relatively normal, with the hangover sensation only appearing once or twice a day. But still.. A full "normal" day would be so nice right about now.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being physically/mentally/emotionally sick while everyone else around you is completely fine jut going on about their day- there are many words to describe how I feel but I think the most fitting one is probably <b><i>restless</i></b>. I feel exhausted but I can't sleep (without drugs that is, we finally got some medication to help with that one). I feel wanderlust but can't leave. I feel cold but can't ever seem to warm up without getting freaking hot flashes!! (How old am I??) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But to me, I feel like staying positive is the only option I have. Ever since day one, it has never been an "if" I was going to beat cancer it has always been a "when". I never gave myself the option to be scared because there was no point, I wasn't going to let a little bit of lymphoma get in the way of me pursuing my dreams and living out the rest of my life. That is until I looked at the #hodgkinslymphoma hashtag on Instagram the other day and saw all of these people who have lost loved ones to this same disease. People just like me, fighting the exact same battle, who have <i>died</i>. It was extremely eye opening to me. And not in the way where I feel scared now, or worried that I won't beat this because deep inside I know that I will. I know that there is so much more to my life than what I have lived and so many more dreams I have left to chase. However, I almost feel lucky. Which I know sounds silly to hear a 20 year old girl with cancer say she feels lucky. But I do. Ever since I got the initial diagnosis I've been lucky. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lucky that the tests came back Lymphoma rather than Leukemia. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lucky that we caught it early. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lucky to have such an amazing facility such as the Hunstman Cancer Institute so close to home. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lucky to have the family and friends that I do.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lucky to have the financial support of my dad so we don't have to worry about the bills.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lucky to be ALIVE.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sure I might be a little bitter that this is the hundredth Valentine's Day that I don't have a date, but I am lucky to be alive, and I don't know about all of you guys, but that's enough for me. </span><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-91445253522573263322014-02-06T22:33:00.003-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.326-08:00Bald Heads, Photoshoots and A Lot of Selfies <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not very good at this whole updating the blog thing! I'll get the hang of this eventually, just in time to kick the cancer and get healthy again! We are currently in week five of this chemo nonsense and I'm a little sick of this already. This week has been the hardest by far, and the treatments seem to get worse each time too. By the end of all this, I am going to be unbreakable.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Between the last post and now, my hair has been falling out like crazy! My parents (and stepmom) has been so supportive of this and I couldn't be more blessed! My dad organized a head shaving party last week at his work and you would be blown away by the amount of guys that are willing to shave their heads for me! Including one of my best friends from junior high school who flew out from Arizona to be there. (I told every girl that offered to shave her head to show support for me, that I wasn't comfortable with that. Just because I have to be bald, there's no sense in making you bald too!) But on the note, a HUUUUGE shootout to Shelby Mall, the sweetest friend of mine from high school, for cutting off all of her hair to donate to locks of love! You are so selfless, it means more to me than I know! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyways, as I mentioned in my last post my hair has started falling out. Not something every 20 year old girl normally deals with when they wake up and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bugged by it. I can't say that I'm sad because hello it's just hair but in my point in life right now, unfortunately looks are a big deal. Not many college boys are gonna see bald and think, "Wow she's good looking." (Or whatever it is that college boys say, let's keep it PG here!) But at the same time I'm almost excited that it's coming out because that means the drugs are working and that I'm one step closer to a normal healthy life again. I think to sum it all up in one word, I'm anxious. Anxious about going bald, anxious about putting school on hold, anxious about if I'm being a good enough coach for my team. It's just an overlying feeling that seems to come with every situation now and I'm still trying to figure out how to deal with that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Coming into all of this I never would've expected the amount of support I have received. I realize I say this in every post but it truly is the most important part of my entire journey. It's so humbling to know that all of you guys have my back and that we're all in this together. I love you guys so much and I'll be forever indebted to every single one of you. So much love to all of you!!! Xoxox.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-28553330369113529442014-01-26T13:29:00.000-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.277-08:00Welp.. This sucks<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So as you all know, I had my second chemo treatment this week meaning we're officially finished with round one! There is good news and bad news that comes with that.. The good news is that we're already finished with one round of treatment, but the bad news is we actually have one more additional round of chemo. As we went in to check with Dr. Halawni before treatment on Thursday, he told us that we are actually doing four months of treatment rather three. Just a little setback I guess. I'm willing to go through whatever it's going to take to get me back to 100%!</span><div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As far as my symptoms have been this time around... not as fun as the first treatment. The nausea is REAL. I can't get out of bed without feeling lightheaded and queazy and needing to throw up. Unfortunately the medication I take to help control the nausea makes it so that I cannot throw up, or release pressure from the other end either. (Sorry if that's too much information!) Lucky for me though, I have new symptoms to worry about. Like swollen gums and mouth sores all down my throat, or a tender scalp and the loss of my cotton candy pink hair. Yep... My hair has officially started falling out. My dad and a bunch of his friends from work have decided to make a party about it so Tuesday the 28th at noon we will have a huge head shaving party! If you're a guy and willing to shave your head or if you just want to come party with us let me know and I will get you the address! It's gonna be fun and we'll have food ;)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As of right now I've just been snuggling my lovely couch pretty much 24/7 waking up for the occasional snack. My tastebuds have changed for the worse so a lot of foods that I'm craving or would normally love taste horrible and metal-y. And because of all of my new awesome symptoms you could guess that I'm a little grumpy. Sorry Mom, Dad, Brian, Bobby and anyone else that I may have freaked out on.. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-11428897310465644832014-01-20T02:01:00.002-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.255-08:00Diets or Donuts?I think I got in a little over my head with my last post about dinner and laundry. My fridge is currently stocked with pre-made dinners whether it's homemade, store bought, or restaurant leftovers. I am definitely not complaining about it, I'm so excited every time I open my fridge and see so many delicious options but I think my scale is a little upset... as well as my esophagus aka heartburn. Before my diagnosis, I had spent the last 4-5 months sticking to a 90% clean diet and spending hours in the gym every week. The freshman fifteen is a real thing, especially when I was playing volleyball at Westminster. And let's just say our team <b><i>loved</i></b> food. Well I finally realized that I wanted to get healthy and stuck to a fairly strict (vegetarian) diet for a few months. And I love it honestly. It sounds cheesy but eating clean is really fun once you know what you're doing. I even made a bet with my roommate about who could get a six pack faster and I was definitely winning until cancer had to ruin our party!<br />
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As I wrote about in one of my earlier posts, my doctor was very specific about me not being on a diet. His exact words were, "if you want a chocolate shake, eat a chocolate shake." Well I don't know many people who have that much self control but I know that I don't. Not to mention one of the worst side effects of all of this is the fatigue. I need daily naps not daily workouts so it's safe to say that I've gained back a few of those pounds that I lost. (Crazy to thing I had that much weight to lose but I was down 21 pounds from what I weighed my freshman year of college!)<br />
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P.S. I figured if my hair was gonna fall out then it might as well be pink..<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-23379653992458312132014-01-15T22:39:00.001-08:002014-01-15T22:43:44.355-08:00Chemo update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm sorry that I haven't updated you guys since I've been in for my first chemo treatment but I think it's assumed that I haven't felt up to it. The first couple of days after chemo were not that bad because I probably slept 80% of them, but since then... all I can say is nausea. Pretty much all day every day I feel sick to my stomach to the point where I want to throw up but the worst part is I can't actually throw up! I've been able to a few times in the middle of the night which was awesome but horrible cause there's not many things in the world worse than throwing up.... Well except for the nausea I've been having. So in this case I was stoked. Hopefully we will have better luck with <i>more</i> puking or <i>less</i> nausea.. at this point I'll settle for either one. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've decided to take the entire semester off of school.. I couldn't justify my dad spending $800 on one class that I'm not likely to put 100% effort into and quite frankly, I don't think I should have to justify it at all! So all I'm doing at the moment is coaching my little 13 year olds (volleyball, obviously) which are all so awesome by the way! I had the big cancer talk with them and they were so cute and told me I would look beautiful bald and that they were going to be on their best behavior for me from here on out. (Which I think they fibbed a little on that part😜) (PS yay I finally figured out how to put emoji's on this thing!! 🎉) Not to mention the very thoughtful gifts they got me. I also can't thank the administration at Aces enough.. Jana and Mike, you guys are seriously so awesome to work with! Thanks for being so extraordinary and understanding through all this. I am just <b><i>so blessed</i></b>. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">PS.. My blog has almost reached 10,000 views!! HOLY, what??!! Thanks for reading!!!!!!!! 😘</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-26197236759809647312014-01-09T17:09:00.002-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.273-08:00Chemo Day 1<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yay we started chemo today! And yes that <i>yay</i> is only semi sarcastic.. Sure it's poison for my body and will make me sick as a dog and my hair fall out but it is also what's going to kill the cancer and eventually make me healthy again (at least that's the goal), so <i>yay</i> for that. I'm just excited to finally get started on treatment and to make some progress. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So this morning I went in at 7 am to get my port placed, then directly to the clinic to get blood work done and then off to the infusion wing to get started on chemotherapy. The port that they had placed was under my skin right below my right collarbone, so of coarse they needed to do surgery for it. The best part though is that they didn't even knock me out! Yeah I was awake for the entire time and I'm not going to lie to you guys, it was awesome. They heavily drugged me..and I mean heavily. It was one of the weirdest things I have ever experienced but in a good way. Before they drugged me into a twilight state though, the doctor taps my shoulder. He says, "Okay Lexi, I have an extremely important question to ask you before we get started.. What music do you listen to on Pandora?" I think this is by far the coolest, (and cutest) doctor by far. So during my twilight zone surgery, i was graced with the sound of TIm McGraw and the occasional harmony of my cutie doctor. Yeah, it was pretty cool.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So after I finished up there I went and had my labs done and then we were off to the infusion wing. And no I wasn't nervous because of my amazing drugs from the morning, I was still on cloud nine. So they wheeled me around in my wheelchair showing me a tour of the place that I'm about to start spending a lot of my time at and then took me to my station. It was this little cubicle looking thing with a really comfy recliner, a couple chairs, a TV, and an amazing view of Salt Lake, The University campus and the BLIZZARD that we were gifted with today. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My nurse came in and explained to my parents and I the drugs she's using, and how she'll use them. She first gave me an IV drip of some anti-nasuea medicine and the proceeded to pump me full of the ABVD that I talked about earlier. The whole time that I was in my cubicle receiving the drugs was only about four hours which was pretty good compared to the six hours we were anticipating. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Overall it was a pretty good experience for my first chemo session! I'm feeling a little sick and groggy after it but overall not too bad. Let's hope everything continues to go as smoothly as it has been! Thank you guys for the continued overwhelming amount of support! I know that I say this every time, but I truly am so blessed to have all of you in my life! And for those of you that I don't know personally, I appreciate you taking the time to read my story! I love you all xoxox</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-4372649073006413892014-01-09T16:40:00.001-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.287-08:00Wigs!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm pretty late on posting this but I know a few of you wanted to see my new haircut and the wigs that I tried on so here I am! Once I found out that it was for sure cancer and that I was going to lose my hair, I did the cliché thing and chopped all of my hair off.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As you can see it was a well needed haircut! After going blonde my hair was fried but now it's a lot more thick and healthy..not like that will matter in two weeks though.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As soon as my wonderful step-mom cut off all of my hair, we went wig shopping and I found the most amazing wig..!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Okay just kidding I look like a grandma haha! Not like that's a bad thing if you're a grandma reading this, my grandma's are smoking hot but that's just not really my style ;) However I did try on a couple of wigs that were really cute! Feel free to give me your opinions on which ones you think look best too, I'm still deciding which I should get. The cool thing with this shop we went to is that every wig is customizable with length, color, and style too so let me know what you guys think! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well that's all for this post! Love you guys xoxox </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-82007686548931988212014-01-03T18:14:00.000-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.320-08:00The results are in...!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We finally got all the test results back and went to the doctor yesterday to hear an exact diagnosis. Drum role please.... Stage 2b Hodgkin's Lymphoma! That means that it's still in the early stages (awesome), and it hasn't spread below my diaphragm or into my bone marrow (really awesome). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today we went to the fertility clinic to talk about the affects of chemo on fertility and if it's worth it to freeze my eggs for the future for when I do decide to have kids. The chances of the chemo causing infertility in my case is only about 9% and in order to freeze my eggs we would have to put off any cancer treatment for a few weeks, not to mention spend about $10,000. I know that one day I will have kids but I also know that everything happens for a reason.. not to mention fashion school in LA is not cheap.. So with all that in mind, I think I'll take my 9% odds and put that potential money towards FIDM. Which was the coolest school I have ever been to hands down! I am so in love, and I can't wait to apply once all of this is finally over! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love you all like crazy and am so blessed to have the support from everyone that I do. Let's get this treatment on the road and start kicking cancer to the curb so we can all go to San Antonio State! (That's not what I meant to type obviously but Friday Night Lights is playing in the background and you know how when you're listening to something and typing at the same time and you end up typing what you hear and not what you were thinking? Haha yes that's what happened there and it actually fit in the sentence so I left it hahah) Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can't Lose! Xoxox</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-12413808578018294612013-12-24T17:26:00.001-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.259-08:00Merry Christmas... Eve!!! <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Merry Christmas Eve everyone! I'm trying to write this post on my phone so please bare with me I've only done this on my computer. Autocorrect here we come!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let's start with yesterday, the day of testing. And I mean day, we were there from 9-5! I should be getting paid for this.. ;) The Pulmonary Function Test was first, which I went to with my mom and she ran into a friend from bonco who talked to us for a minute. Then the male nurse took us back and made me do all these weird breathing tests. I kept laughing at first because it was just awkward and I had to wear the ugliest nose plugs. (Did I mention this was by far the hottest technician of the day??) Anyways my awesome mom</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then on to the Echocardiogram where the tech put on about four or five stickers on me that hooked up to this machine and then he used that awfully cold gel they use for ultrasounds and did an ultrasound of my heart. This was by far the coolest thing! And from what they both said I have a healthy heart and lungs. (The reason they tested me for that stuff is to make sure I am strong enough for chemo and to have a starting point to see how much damage/if any the chemo will do.) Easy day so far! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then my dad met up with us and up to the bone marrow appointment we went! While we were waiting in the waiting room a bunch of people came up and the cutest little girl handed me a blanket and said, "Merry Christmas!" They called it a Christmas blanket and it was seriously the sweetest thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Back to the bone marrow, it was a nurse practitioner that did it, and she was really sweet but really tiny. I kept thinking, "YOU'RE gonna stick a needle into my bone? Are you even strong enough?" Well she was! She said she had done at least one of these probably everyday she's worked for the last seven years. She was awesome and numbed me up pretty good, I couldn't feel a thing! My mom, however, didn't do as well. She was trying to videotape it so I could watch everything after and ended up passing out onto the floor! I had my head turned away from her and my dad so I could talk to the doctor so she gave me a play by play. "She's laying on the floor right now." "She just passed out.." Needless to say we had a little laugh about it! The whole procedure was a walk in the park. I'm a little sore today but I think that comes with the territory, it's not horrible pain. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then we went to the PET scan and they made us sit in the waiting room for a half an hour before I told my dad to go see what's up. Turns out the lovely receptionists were too busy gossiping to let my doctor know I was there. I won't lie I was not being very nice at that point. Anyways I go back with my doctor finally and she apologized probably four times and then pumped me full of radioactive sugar through an IV, took away my phone, turned the lights off and said okay I'll see you in 75 minutes! Try not to move very much. Um hello best news I've heard all day! Finally a nap!! It was seriously awesome. Then she came and got me put me on this skinny bed with some blankets and strapped me down. The bed moved in and out of this tube for about 25 minutes and then I was free to go home, eat, and of course take another nap. Listen, this cancer stuff is exhausting. Literally, even on days when I don't have to do anything, I am so tired I just want to sleep all day. That's probably my main symptom right now, headaches are pretty frequent, my whole body is so itchy, and the best part.. Night sweats! It's not too bad but I wake up every night so hot and sweaty. ;) haha literally. It generally doesn't take too long to fall back asleep though. And that's it! So if you want to know how I'm doing, I'm still pretty normal. Just little annoying things!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So this morning I had my surgery to remove a lymph node and do a more in depth biopsy so the lab can get an exact idea of what's going on. I was first on the schedule so we got there at about 6 AM and they started drugging me up at about 7 am and off they took me. Before they wheeled me off though the doctor came in to give an overview of the procedure and all of that fun stuff. Just as he was leaving so the anesthesiologists could get started he said, "Hey for your trip this weekend you wouldn't happen to be flying delta would you? I have these free meal tickets that expire at the end of the year. I was going to throw them away but then I remembered that you were about to go on a vacation so I brought them for you just in case." Well turns out I am flying delta and turns out I have the coolest Dr.! He literally brought them just for me! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">MERRY CHRISTMAS! </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352180871405774506.post-21960516343081291202013-12-21T22:41:00.004-08:002017-01-29T18:30:08.268-08:00Specialists, Tests, and Warm Weather<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday I met with a lymphoma specialist at the Huntsman Cancer Institute to schedule all of my appointments for next week. We also met with another doctor, which I think will be my main man for the rest of this whole thing. They were so sweet to schedule all of my tests on this coming Monday (Christmas Eve's Eve) and I'm glad to get it all done as soon as possible so we can start getting some results back but they are also making me fast for it all! So let me break that down for you...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Monday morning, first thing I have is a Pulmonary Function Test, PFT, which seems easy enough. All I have to do is breathe in and out of this tube, normally, as hard as I can, just a bunch of breathing tests to see the capacity of my lungs and how well they are functioning. Next is an echocardiogram. This one is easy too, all I do is lay on a table while they hook up all these things onto me and monitor my heart. Then I have a Bone Marrow Biopsy which is the only test they'll do that actually involves needles or any sort of pain, luckily. What they'll do is stick a huge needle down into my bone and take out a portion of my bone marrow (which is a spongy tissue inside your bones) to check for abnormal cells and to see how far the cancer has spread. Finally I'll have a PET/CT scan to finish of the day. For this they'll inject me with a radioactive substance (creepy) and make me wait until it gets throughout my body. After that happens, they'll lay me on a table and send me into this little tube where I'll have to lay still for about 30 minutes. This test is used to see what organs of the body have been affected by the cancer. Keep in mind that I have to fast for all of that! Talk about a long hangry day. (hangry = hungry + angry)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then Tuesday morning we're right back at it for surgery to remove one of these lymph nodes! Fasting again for this one but hopefully it won't be for too long. The nurse said I'm first on the list for surgeries that day, so hopefully I'll be able to get going around 7 or 8 AM. They'll do anesthesia, knock me out, take me back and cut out one of the lymph nodes in my neck, stitch me back up and send me home! This is to determine exactly what kind of cancer it is, (there are over 70 different types of lymphoma) and what stage it's in. The results won't be back for about a week because of the holidays so that won't be fun, but honestly I''m so impressed by how quickly all the doctors have been! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then we've got christmas day, (finally some good news right?!) and them I'm off to LA the 28th-31st! I made an appointment to take a campus tour of FIDM (Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising) a couple weeks back, before this whole cancer mess took place, and the timing couldn't be better for a mini vacation! Even if I love the school I probably won't end up attending until 2015 because of chemo and everything but it will still be cool to go check it out and see if it's something I really am interested in. Honestly I'm just excited for some sunshine and warm weather! </span></div>
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So this all started about a month or so ago when I noticed a lump on the side of my neck right above my collar bone. A week later and another one appeared, neither were painful just these weird bumps. Well I had never seen anything like that on my body before so I made an appointment to get it checked out. The doctor was booked for about three weeks but I wasn't in any hurry really, I honestly thought I was just being paranoid. </span><br />
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So fast forward three really long exhausting weeks where I probably slept double the amount of an average person, not to mention itching like crazy and waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, to the morning of my appointment. I was so eager to finally find out what was on my neck, only to get a phone call from the doctors office saying my doctor called in sick and needed to reschedule for the following week! At this point the bumps haven't gone away at all, still not painful but I noticed the one seemed to be getting slightly bigger so I started getting a little worried. PS don't ever google any medical symptoms because all that comes up are a bunch of scary things like cancer, lupus, HIV; just a billion weird scary things. So for this period of about three weeks I've been thinking great I'm gonna die. </span><br />
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After my original Dr. had cancelled I called a new doctor and thankfully he was able to get me in the next day. So I got to meet with a real doctor finally, actually three doctors. They gave me a whole team of them. They all came in and started feeling my neck, my armpits, one of them threw on some gloves and even felt out my groin. (Don't worry she asked politely before putting her hand down my pants.) Well they decided that I needed blood work done and some chest x-rays so they sent me to phlebotomy and then downstairs to radiology. (Yay a familiar face, my stepmom's cute friend Brittany was my X-ray tech!)</span><br />
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A few hours later I get a call from my Dr. saying that my blood work looked normal but he found some more swollen lymph nodes in my lungs so he referred me to a general surgeon at the University Hospital to get a biopsy scheduled which brings us to this morning. Actually, rewind to yesterday when the receptionist called to my confirm my appointment and let me know it was just a consultation, I wouldn't actually get a biopsy yet. Okay yay, another step before getting anything answered. And of course I went alone because I'm a 'big girl' and it's not like I would learn anything about what's going on yet right? Well turns out wrong..</span><br />
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I get to the office, and am taken to my room to wait for the general surgeon. Well not too much longer he comes in, feels all over my neck and armpits (not the groin this time) and sits me down. He says, "Okay Alexis, we have a few options here." He then proceeds to tell me that theres a possibility it could be about four different kinds of cancer, or it could be benign and nothing at all! Sweet. So he decides to call in the FNA team to come do a biopsy in my neck to test for a few of the cancers. In case you're not a medical expert, FNA stands for Fine Needle Aspiration which basically means they stick a needle in my neck, pull out some of the cells, and look at them under the microscope to see if the cells are cancerous or not... All right there in front of me which I thought was pretty cool. Not to mention the four doctors and pathologists they brought in were so nice. Well they did it once, (they told me they would need to pull about three samples originally) and said okay that's all we need. The results are abnormal, your Dr. will be back in to explain everything. And then they leave and all of the sudden I'm freaking out. Luckily my awesome Dr. came back in very quickly and proceeds to tell me that the pathologist believes it's Hodgkin's Lymphoma. "You'll need to come back in the morning of the 24th (that's Christmas Eve for those of you that didn't put that together) and have surgery to remove one of the lymph nodes for another biopsy just to double check." They also scheduled me an appointment with an oncologist at the Huntsman Cancer Institute to kind of go over everything with me in detail, to explain what the future looks like, and perform a few more tests to better understand what's going on.</span><br />
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And that's about where I'm at right now. Still really confused and just trying to catch my breath. A lot to take in over a week right? So I made this blog to keep everyone updated and to kind of get all of my crazy thoughts and emotions out there. I'm so grateful for the support system I have, my amazing family and friends. I love you all! Let's kick this cancer's butt!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585983025538667213noreply@blogger.com3