Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Saying goodbye to an old friend and hi to some others

May 16, 2007

Well it has been a while since I updated. I had a week off from chemo on May 7 week but that didn’t stop me from having another abdominal pain attack. I was just beginning to feel my strength come back when, Viola! Thursday night, it started. It was not as bad as previous attacks, but basically kept me awake all night. And, it was not fun.

Friday I worked about three or four hours from home to finish a weekend story – so I was not completely debilitated, but spent most of the day in the bed.

Friday night it eased – but I had to cancel attending the awards banquet for my book (mentioned earlier) and for a weekend retreat at beautiful St. Joseph’s Abbey north of Covington and my plans to visit dear old mom at my sister’s in Abita Springs Sunday.

By Saturday morning, it had slowed to an occasional pang, but I was worn out.

I am hoping after consultation with my doc Monday (14th), we have the right combination of medications and “eating instructions” for this to be my last “event.” I also picked up a tip or two from the man sitting next to me in the chemo room, who had similar problems last year with the same drug but got them straightened out. He’s been through more treatment than I have, bless him.

Actually, there is a funny dynamic in the chemotherapy room. Patients sit in recliners, get hooked up (I have a mediport in my left shoulder that always requires some medication to get to working right) and we are hooked up to bags of chemicals (most of them very clear) and IV pumps and the fun begins. After a while, you see the same folks some weeks (some on three-week schedules, some on one-week schedules like I am now) and sometimes we chat and share “war stories.” Freda is always there, bless her (the chairs are often filled with patients – she ate lunch on the floor Monday -- and Dylan often comes by on his lunch hour to eat with us.)

As a matter of fact, Freda and I set a new record getting into the doc’s office, through the chemo room and on the road on Monday. It was nice. I spent the rest of the day working quietly from home (good for reading as no one bothers me).

Tuesday night (5-14), I attended the memorial service for my friend, work colleague and fellow cancer patient Laurie Anderson (who wrote a column for The Advocate although near the end fellow reporter and long-time friend Bob Anderson, her husband, wrote a bunch). Those columns were often hard for me to read because it was difficult to read about her problems and I was often worried I might be reading my future. She was 53 and asked ladies to wear colorful clothes so the service is a celebration of her life. I like it. You can read her columns at:
(See http://www.2theadvocate.com/columnists/patientperson)

Laurie’s memorial last night was nice, and unfortunately, an opportunity to see a lot of old friends and coworkers – folks she and I worked with over the past 25 years. Many bemoaned that it is sad we end up renewing friendships when we come together to celebrate the loss of a friend. Several fellow reporters/editors came from out of town like Randy McClain from Nashville (Tenneseean) and Keith Lawrence from Durham (Duke University).

One of the speakers was Danny Heitman, who made everyone laugh about Laurie’s love of the semicolon and editors who tried to curb that enthusiasm. (I was one while on the city desk for the old State-Times.) Finally, she confronted me and asked me why I was changing the semicolons to periods – basically making her sentences into two sentences.

Eventually, I remembered I didn’t like editors messing with my copy and backed off. She rarely wrote a sentence was too long to be fairly clear. Eventually, I went back to writing as I wasn’t really a good editor and didn’t at that time have the demeanor to edit. We sat in the same little group of six (called a “pod” back then when Morning Advocate reporters and afternoon State-times reporters shared a computer (dumb terminals were a really new thing.) We even had share phones. Last night, five of the six of us from the old back corner pod were there when I moved in in 1981 -- Randy, Ed Pratt, Barbara Kleinpeter and myself. Laurie was there, too, in spirit.

And, there is a new resident at the Dunne home -- Hope, a seven-week-old tabby kitten with four white feet. She takes on the role of the late Vincent, who was our cat for more than 10 years until we had to put him to sleep earlier this year after an autoimmune disease. The vet's office called for Freda Tuesday morning. I asked why and they just said they’d call her later – not a you-owe-us-money call. I knew a kitty was on the way – this one rescued from the Perkins Road I-10 off ramp… She is sitting on my chest as I write. We think she will be a people cat.

Well, more later. I hope to be a bit better in updating in the future.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Whew, what a week..

May 2, 2007

Well, what a week or so.

Tuesday night, April 24, I started having what I thought were stomach cramps about 9 p.m. and they lasted all night, and eased after I threw up around 6 a.m. Wednesday morning. I went to doc that afternoon and got fluids and nausea drugs. Back to work on Thursday from home, but slow. Friday I was back in the office.

Saturday night, a replay that lasted until Sunday morning and finally eased about mid-morning when I feel asleep. I didn’t get out of bed until late afternoon. Weak as a kitten.

Went in for another round of chemo on Monday morning the 30th but my blood counts were down and they wanted to make sure my colon hadn’t perforated (turns out it the problem and cramps were not in my stomach). They sent me next door to Our Lady of the Lake hospital for X-rays and a blood transfusion -- out-patient. The lake was starting a new out-patient admission desk with some new software and my out-patient experience drug on long enough to become an in-patient. (Example, one receptionist asked the other “Does Yes mean Yes or Yes Mean No?” )

I finally finished transfusion at 1:15 a.m. Tuesday. Back to chemo doctor next door Tuesday morning, did the treatment. Freda was a trooper by my side all the way through (except Monday night she went home when it became obvious I was going to be there for the night).

I should be able to avoid cramps again by taking some over-the-counter medications that will keep my colon happy. The cramps apparently were somewhat self-inflicted as I quit taking the medication thinking all was well when it wasn’t.

Well, thanks to some stranger’s blood now flowing through my veins, I am feeling pretty well. Next week is an off-week for chemo and I can use it. I think the treatment is helping and will help extend my time…

Last Friday I was supposed to be on the Jim Engster show (WRKF at 9-10 a.m.89.3 FM) but I was just unable to answer the bell (or the alarm) from my Tuesday escapade. Jim asked me back for this Friday (May 4) at 9:30-10. I owe him one, so I will be there. Several folks were alarmed when I wasn’t on the air. I apologize to Jim. He wants to talk to me about living with cancer and some other things.

I will end next week at the Coalition to Restore Coastal Louisiana’s Coastal Stewardship Awards where Bevil Knapp and I will be honored for our book, “America’s Wetland: Louisiana’s Vanishing Coast” published by LSU Press … find it from them, Amazon or Barnes and Noble.com. I am proud of the book and proud of being honored.

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I won a Coastal Stewardship Award in 2000 for my "Coast in Peril" series that also won one of the nation's top environmental reporting awards, the Scripps-Howard Edward Meeman Award.
(I am one of the few two-time winners -- won with fellow Advocate reporter Bob Anderson in 1986 as well).