Cancerversary Turmoil

December 8, 2018, marked the one year anniversary of my diagnosis of Acute Promyelocytic Leukemia (APL). Removing myself emotionally from the situation it was really quite fascinating. I was sure it would be an emotional day for me, and it was, but not the way I expected. In fact, the emotional rollercoaster started about three weeks prior on November 18th. That was the first day that I felt something wasn’t right the year before. I questioned myself a lot about why I felt the way I did. I felt…angry with myself for not recognizing what was happening sooner. Logically, I realize that is a completely unfair self-criticism. Based on a bit of odd mid-back pain, who would think such a thing. Many days following November 18th, I awoke first thing in the morning to vivid memories of what happened on that day, the year before; November 23rd, 2017. I had gone to the gym, then the grocery store, followed by home to bake Christmas goodies with one of my daughters when I started experiencing what became a locked muscle in my right hip. Then, on December 5th – 8th, I felt anger at the memory of knowing something was wrong but I was being misdirected, mistreated and downright disrespected by the multiple medical professionals I tried to raise my growing concern with. Putting things in perspective, my actual diagnosis day was a blessing in disguise. What if I had taken the same position as my (former) doctor and her medical staff who clearly weren’t concerned about the severe reaction I was having only 24 hours after taking a new medication? What if I had let that triage nurse dishearten me so much that I was willing to go home and not see a doctor about my multiple bruises, breaking blood vessels and excessive bleeding?

Simply put, I would have died…quickly.

I had been trying so hard to maintain the attitude of gratefulness. There I was a year later, still alive and likely to make a full recovery. I should have simply been grateful to be alive. Grateful to have experienced all of the positive outcomes of such a horrific year. Despite my efforts, I couldn’t help but feel angry. According to an article written by the National Centre for Biotechnology Information, nearly 30% of people diagnosed with Acute Promyelocytic Leukemia die either prior to treatment beginning, within the first 3 days of treatment, proceeding the first 3 days of treatment or in the moderate to high risk group. What it boils down to is, the time from onset to mortality is very short and the symptoms of leukemia can be chalked up to anything from overexertion in day to day life to the flu. Before you know it, it has advanced beyond the point of a body’s ability to handle the treatment or protect itself anymore. I am within the high risk group and can’t help but wonder if I would have had to take maintenance medication at all had my doctor taken my concern seriously the first time I called. Maybe my body would have been better equipped to fight and my treatment would have been less toxic. We already know I would have been dead within 24 hours from the time I was diagnosed, if I had not taken myself to the hospital and fought with that triage nurse.

If dealing with all of the above wasn’t hard enough, I had just started Maintenance Cycle 3, Week 3 – Methotrexate, at the highest dose I’d been at so far. The nausea was new, but tolerable. The emotional impact (an infrequently experienced side effect of Methotrexate) was enough to throw me over the edge of self-control. I was experiencing temper tantrums and really botched what could have been an awesome event. I cried. A lot.

After hugging it out with my very tolerant fiancé (he’s gotten an upgrade to ‘husband’ since), I felt a little less turbulent than I had a week before and was excitedly anticipating celebrating the Christmas holidays at home. The outcome of dealing with a month of salt firmly placed in my wounds was this, I could not and would not accept that nearly 30% of people diagnosed with APL will die within days of diagnosis. I cannot simply forget that I was very nearly part of the above mentioned statistic. And so, I feel, once again, a renewed NEED to help people have a different, more acceptable experience than I had leading up to diagnosis. The bottom line is, we cannot change the past. We cannot undo the crappy things that happen to us, but we can use it to fuel our fire. To make us better people, to hold others accountable to being better people and hopefully this formula equals lives saved.

Until next time, speak up for yourself and take good care!

Categories Mental Health, UncategorizedTags , , ,

4 thoughts on “Cancerversary Turmoil

  1. You’re one of the strongest women I know ❤️❤️

    Like

    1. Michelle Burleigh December 20, 2018 — 10:12 pm

      Takes one to recognize one 😘

      Like

  2. doctors may give a diagnosis but don’t forget the god who gives life that can provide health

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply to fitri Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close