Why I Didn’t Die During Nursing School…

I was 19 years old when I started RN school.  And a very young nineteen.  I’d grown up in a conservative church, and was an only child.  I really wanted to be a nurse, and was determined to get through it, but I’m not sure how that actually ended up happening.  I was horribly shyContinue reading “Why I Didn’t Die During Nursing School…”

The Rest of The World Moves On…If I’m Sick or Not !

Even before the leukemia I was a medical train wreck.  I still am.  It bugged me when people would almost apologize for telling me about stuff they were struggling with.  First, I’m not the only person on the planet going through stuff; I get that.  And second,  I’m a nurse (I’m disabled, but I’m stillContinue reading “The Rest of The World Moves On…If I’m Sick or Not !”

Hannah’s Last Day

Hannah was my present to myself for my 25th birthday.  She was a salt and pepper miniature schnauzer.  I’d gone and picked her out from her litter when she was about 4 weeks old. When she was ‘ready’ at 7 weeks old, I drove out to Lake Travis (near Austin, TX) in a raging thunderstormContinue reading “Hannah’s Last Day”

And You People WORK In The Emergency Room?

Early on when I was starting insulin I had some learning curves in the area of low blood sugars (hypoglycemia). I’d been given the diabetic teaching about what to do, and I’d been an RN for 22 years by the time I started on insulin.  Generally, I did well at home getting my blood sugars backContinue reading “And You People WORK In The Emergency Room?”

What Do You Mean I’m Diabetic?

As an RN for 10 years in the summer of 1995, I knew the symptoms of diabetes.  I had them all. And I ignored them.  I peed a lot, couldn’t get enough to drink (non-alcoholic, thank you), was losing weight (a good thing), and had times when my vision was so blurred that I couldn’tContinue reading “What Do You Mean I’m Diabetic?”

I’m Not Mad At God…

…but I am mad at the narrow view of the world I was taught by my church.  Don’t get me wrong- it was a great church to grow up in, and I’m incredibly thankful for a Christian upbringing.  Most of my friends as a kid and teenager were church friends.  Most of my social lifeContinue reading “I’m Not Mad At God…”

Diabetes After Chemo

I woke up this morning with a blood sugar of 205mg/dl.  Very NOT OK.  Before chemo it was between 65-85 mg/dl nearly every day, and rarely over 100 mg/dl (where it’s still tolerable).  After getting off of all chemo, it’s been around 140; sometimes lower.  I don’t know what’s going on this morning. Ever sinceContinue reading “Diabetes After Chemo”

ChemoHairapy

Losing the hair was one thing. The odd assortment of characteristics it had growing back was quite another. The first time it grew back it was fuzzy and thin.  Kinda nice, actually.  I’ve always had really thick hair, and with an intolerance to heat from an autonomic nervous system disorder, that wasn’t a great thing.Continue reading “ChemoHairapy”

Chemicals in My APL Soup

Cytarabine (Ara-C), daunorubicin, ATRA (all-trans retinoic acid), arsenic trioxide (Trisenox),  some more daunorubicin, then methotrexate, more  ATRA, and   M6 Mercaptopurine.   Hmmm, yummy ! Those are the standard drugs for the M-3 subtype of acute myeloid leukemia.  Or, for those in the know, acute promyelocytic leukemia, which accounts for about %10 of all AMLs.  Some people getContinue reading “Chemicals in My APL Soup”

Mom’s Final Days…Please Excuse Me While I Bawl My Eyes Out

This is still rough.  And yes, it’s long. Mom had been through so much, and survived.  She had been through breast cancer, pre-cancerous tumors in the other breast (so bilateral mastectomies when all was said and done), reconstruction, metastasis to her right lung (so part of her lung removed), and then metastasis to her brainContinue reading “Mom’s Final Days…Please Excuse Me While I Bawl My Eyes Out”