Evusheld Covid-19 Preventative and More Cancer Stuff

Evusheld Covid-19 Preventative and More Cancer Stuff

I’ve got a lot of cancer things to talk about in today’s episode, including getting the Evusheld Covid-19 preventative, scheduling #AllTheVaccines, scheduling my next MRI, and a pleasant prednisone surprise.

If you’re following along at home, you might remember that I rescheduled last week’s oncology appointment to yesterday afternoon. I thought it was going to be boring and routine, like a meeting that should have been an email. But, clearly, my doctor and I discussed a lot of stuff.

First up: Evusheld. It’s another preventative for Covid-19 that’s available for the immunocompromised. My doc said I qualified for it and recommended it. So I got Evusheld this morning at the cancer center.

My appointment was scheduled for 7:00, but I didn’t get to leave until about 9:00. The stuff has to thaw, and then you have to hang around for an hour for observation in case you have an allergic/adverse reaction.

There are reasons I set early appointments. Empty waiting rooms are one.

I picked out a shirt specifically for getting the two shots in my arms only to be told they were administered in the ass and be asked if it was OK if a new nurse watched.

The more the merrier. When you have cancer, I think you inevitably learn to leave your inhibitions at home. Next to the box of vomit bags probably. I don’t know.

So I came home with two Tweety Bird Band-Aids—one on each cheek. Cute.

As for side effects. I’m really tired now, but I don’t know if it’s the Evusheld, two days in a row getting dressed and leaving the house, or being up this morning at the butt crack of dawn. Maybe all of the above?

Next, my doctor and I discussed vaccines. I need my second Covid booster and my second shingles and pneumonia vaccines. (Apparently I *just* missed getting the new single-dose pneumonia vaccine. Curses!)

It’s a lot of shots, and getting them requires finely orchestrated scheduling. There are requirements for spreading them out, but also? Insurance. God, I hate insurance. 

The shingles vax isn’t covered because I’m too young, and the first one cost me $200 out of pocket because I’m not 50 yet. I expect the next to be at least that much. Literal and figurative gouging. If gas prices concern you, congratulations I guess.

It’s worth $400, though, because I had shingles a few months ago (thanks, cancer!) and I hope I never have them ever, ever again. 

I’d rather have another brain surgery. No lie.

Anyway, that left the perfunctory chemo questions and the MRI questionnaire that takes FOREVER. There was a new nurse observing that too, and when I responded no to whether I was claustrophobic, she looked at me, shocked, and said, “YOU’RE NOT?!”

This’ll be number 22 or 23. I’m over it, folks. Besides the new hospital machines are like Cadillacs compared to the tiny, dark mobile unit I was shoved into for MRI #1. I had to sing Jesus Loves the Little Children to myself to get through that first one without crying.

Brain MRI pro-tip: always ask for the washcloth over your eyes.

That MRI is scheduled for the last part of July. There will be some scanxiety but it has nothing to do with the process and everything to do with wondering about the results.

Lastly, surprise! I officially didn’t gain any weight* while on prednisone. My last three appointments only varied by like a pound. I’m still fat but not fatter, and my dexamethasone clothes from 2017 still fit like a giant garbage bag. (Thanks, chemo?)

That’s all for now. I need a nap.

*I don’t care how much I weigh. I just can’t afford new clothes right now. Did I mention Shingrix is like $200 a pop? 

Kombucha Kombusted: Trying Kombucha during Chemo

Kombucha Kombusted: Trying Kombucha during Chemo

I tried kombucha during chemo for the first time this weekend.

I’d just like to say that the “do not shake” warning on the kombucha bottle needs to be featured more prominently than the hippie vibes.

Sunday was my first time trying the stuff. I needed probiotic replacement and adventure, so I looked up if it was safe for cancer patients. 

The alcohol content is pretty low (like .5% or something) and the cancer center was non-committal, only saying that its sourness might upset chemo tummies.

But the grocery store had a ginger variety. Because ginger is good for nausea, I bought some. For science.

My experience: It wasn’t terrible, but it also wasn’t good. Probably won’t buy it again. It helped with my stomatitis, which I wasn’t expecting, but so does yogurt. And yogurt tastes better.

(By the way, I’m trying a new chemo regimen where I do 5 days on temozolomide, 2 days off. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. I tried the kombucha on one of the off days. For anyone else on chemo who wants more specifics, ask me your questions in the comments.)

Oh, have I ever mentioned that going from “shut up and take these antidepressants because you don’t know anything” a few years ago to “only you know your body; develop your own chemo plan” has given me some serious whiplash?

I’m appreciative of the respect I get from my oncologist. But I’d say my past medical trauma has left some scars. And sometimes I lack confidence when it comes to weighty medical decisions, like how to treat brain cancer.

That’s not to say I’m doing this all on my own. Just the parts about how much poison I can swallow before I sink into crushing depression.

The part of me that wants to not take chemo again—ever—is getting pushier all the time. But then there’s the part of me that’s like, “Well, life is pretty cool. Even if it makes me puke.”

I digress, so I might as well just shift gears completely.

While we were at the store picking up our curbside grocery order, the order with the kombucha in it, Mom texted me some pictures of the contractor’s prep for excavation. They are tearing up her idyllic back yard to make our basement entrance. 

Sorry, Mom! 

But every step forward takes a little bit of stress off. I could do with less stress, you know? Especially since my Zentangle stuff is currently packed away.

So when do we move in? Dunno. I’ve watched too much HGTV to expect we’ll actually be moved in by the end of 2022, but that’s our hope. 

Anyway, everything *is* headed that direction, and for now that’s more than enough. You can scroll through the updates on my GoFundMe for additional details and see where we’re at on our fundraising goal.

We also celebrated—and by celebrated I mean happened to remember—Izzy’s Gotcha Day on June 9. So have a gratuitous cat photo.

She really loves how little I move around on chemo. It means she can sleep all day undisturbed.

Lastly, here’s a picture of Boomer lazing under Hal, our linden tree, with Pipsquatch. We all miss the shade of the giant maple tree that was taken out by a tornado a couple of summers ago, but Hal is growing up nicely.

Large black dog lying in a landscaped area next to a concrete statue of Bigfoot

Hope your week is off to a good start. I have to put on real clothes for an oncology appointment, so, like, bye and stuff.

Second Breakfast

Second Breakfast

WARNING: This post isn’t about any “second breakfast” Peregrin Took ever ate.

I tried to be a good patient and have oatmeal and a protein shake for breakfast yesterday morning. I even fetched the food from the kitchen myself and brought it back to bed. 

But about halfway through, I started the reverse paristalsis panic.

(That’s your signal to stop reading if you’re a sympathetic barfer.)

My jaw got tight, and my salivary glands kicked into overdrive. I felt acute pain at the top of my stomach, and I could only process one overwhelming sensation: acridity.

“HELP!” I gargled, choking on the flecks of processed oats that stuck to the back of my throat on re-entry.

“What do you need?” Dan shouted while getting out of his chair. I didn’t answer. Couldn’t answer, technically. But I didn’t need to. The sound is distinct.


“C’mon, Boomer. Let’s check on Mom.”

I have barf bags right by the bed, but I wasn’t fast enough. The first heave was not well contained. There were oats and chocolate flavored plant protein on my chin, my shirt, my pajama pants, my right leg, and my fitted sheet. 

(I buy what’s cheapest at the time I’m shopping, but these OWYN things are palatable under normal circumstances–no artificial sweeteners, which I despise. Just saying. It’s not the food’s fault.) 

I call this set of sheets my chemo sheets now.

The first couple of days back on temozolomide after a break are the worst, by the way. My body will do its best to recalibrate, but things will be sketchy the first week or so.

Because of this, I’ve learned to take morning medications well in advance of breakfast. After all, Medicare doesn’t pay to replace the pills you barf up. 

And also, have you ever tried to get a “controlled substance” filled a few days early?

But that’s a story I don’t feel up to writing, so back to this one.

“Friday is sheet washing day anyway,” Dan said. “I’ll get these going.”

So this might be redundant, but, um, yesterday didn’t start off all that great. However! Mom texted me that there was a giant shower in her driveway. And thinking about how one day I’ll be washing the Second Breakfast off without worrying about slipping and falling in the shower made me feel a little better.

This beauty is a lot like the shower that was in my hospital room at Barnes after I had surgery, and I managed that safely. Even with fresh staples in my head. So to say I’m ecstatic about seeing those handrails is an understatement.

P.S. If you’d like to help us cover some of the costs of the remodel, you can donate or just tell someone about this GoFundMe campaign. 

Another Round of Chemo

Another Round of Chemo

I started another round of chemo last night. I used to keep track of these things by counting the day and the round, but that was back when I thought chemo was a finite thing. Now it’s indefinite. I have no idea how much of this crap I’ve swallowed.

My oncologist was hoping I could take the temozolomide every day, but my body has been pretty adamantly saying “hell no!” to that. So I take it when I can tolerate it. 

At the moment there’s a lull in other important things that need to be done, so I’m on it again. Being on a break from it feels good at first, but then the anxiety starts to build.

Ever had anxiety over an exam you didn’t prepare for? It’s like that, only you also lie awake at night wondering if not taking the poison is adding to or subtracting from the number of days in your life.

Sorry, I don’t mean to be morbid. But I also don’t mean to have brain cancer.

Screenshot of Hospital Hub article titled: "Bankruptcy the norm for American cancer patients as insurance companies reject claims"

Anyway. New round. It coincides with a story about my insurance battles that recently went live on Hub Publishing.

The UK is about to give up the NHS for an American model of healthcare, and if you’ve known me for a while, you probably also know that I fancy myself a cautionary tale.

I’ve all but given up on the US doing anything about our healthcare problems. We are either in total denial, we enjoy watching people suffer, or—and this seems most likely—some disturbing combination of both. 

The UK, however, maybe you’re open to reason? Maybe you can reverse course or at least prepare for what’s to come?

Don’t be like us. Save yourselves from for-profit healthcare models. No one should fight insurance companies when they’re sick. I don’t care if it’s cancer or the common cold. 

No one should be bankrupted for wanting to be get better. For trying to live.

No. One.

So I’m not going to be up to doing a whole lot today. With one dose of temozolomide, I’m already feeling the fatigue. And I’ve got things like eating and bathing I need energy for. 

I will plug my fundraiser, because that’s the American way. Would be delightful to reach $1k this week. Work has started at mom’s. Some of the framing is up and the building permit is posted in the window. 

For now, I’m going to watch something relaxing on YouTube. I’ve really been into antique furniture restoration videos lately.

I’ll see you all back here later. 

P.S. I’m automatically sharing new blogs on social media sites I’m not using much. So if I don’t respond elsewhere, that’s why. I do try to keep up with comments here, but I’m slow.

Now with 100% More Curb Appeal: Before and After

Now with 100% More Curb Appeal: Before and After

I’ll be starting another round of chemo tonight, which I’m not looking forward to. But it needs to be done, so…

Because of that, I don’t have a lot of time or energy to do a major blog post, but I do want to show you all what my mom and a family friend did this weekend, because it is amazing. They installed new shutters on the house, freshened up our landscaping, and painted our garage door.

It looks so good, and it’s really nice that we get to enjoy it for a bit before we sell.

It’s always wonderful to be reminded that there are good, caring people left in the world.


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