Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Warning: A hard time

We are heading into a difficult season, for me. I don't want to bring you all down, so you are now being warned.

Last year at this time, Katie was sick with what we (and her doctor) thought was a virus. Mono was going around our area, and her symptoms resembled mono symptoms, except that she tested negative for it, twice. She was weak and tired, and had dark circles under her eyes. She slept alot. I kept her home from school due to her lack of energy and her low-grade fever. I took her to the doctor for blood tests and other tests. This went on for 3 weeks. We did the online homework drill, with me going back and forth to her school for books, and to turn in the homework that she was able to do.

Finally, we noticed a slight swelling in her zyphoid process (sternum area), and the doctor ordered an ultrasound. Beginning of nightmare...October 9th, 2006. I got a call from our doctor that same day, after the ultrasound results came in, telling me that there was a large growth in Katie's abdomen, around her kidney and heading up towards her heart. I found it hard to breathe. I told the doctor, "You have to stop talking." I set the phone down on the kitchen table, and lay my head down as I tried to breathe. After a few moments, I told her she could continue. I was told to get Katie to a CT scan, that afternoon.

Wouldn't you know it, that day David had a friend over. We got in touch with his mom, and she came to take him home. I called Gregg & told him to come home as soon as possible. I called my mom and asked her to accompany us to the CT scan. I took Katie and my mom and we went for her first-ever CT. After the scan, Grandma bought Katie a stuffed animal at the hospital's gift shop, and we took her out to her favorite restaurant for dinner; her choice: a cheeseburger and fries. Then we went home, and the next blow fell. The CT revealed more of the tumor, and we were to go to Children's Hospital in Seattle first thing in the morning, as soon as we could get copies of the CT in our hands.

On October 10th, we entered via the emergency room, and the nightmare began to unfold before our unbelieving eyes. Katie was tested, questioned, and examined for hours, and finally, admitted to the Hematology-Oncology floor (affectionately known as SCCA, the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance).

Let me just say here that the feeling we had over and over, and still have is: there must be some mistake. We don't HAVE cancer in our family. To this day, I think: maybe I was hit by a truck, and I am in a hospital somewhere, out of my mind, and dreaming this. I wish it were so, instead of what is instead true: this cancer took 10 months to kill Katie. We tried to shrink it, kill it, have it cut out, and again to keep it at bay with drugs. But no, it was going to do its thing in her body.

At first, I felt as if a rapist had got into my house and into my daughter. I just felt that she had been violated by a silent, unseen assailant. How DARE this thing sneak in like that? Where were the signs? Where were the symptoms, when it was tiny enough to fix it? Why not a peep, not a bump, not a bulge, not a blood marker, until it was encasing her adrenal gland, kidney, in a lobe of her liver, filling her inferior vena cava and IN her HEART? I was filled with rage, and terrified.

So now, one year after her diagnosis (and nearly 2 months after her passing), I'm having some bad memories, flashbacks, of this time last year. Remembering fear, trauma, the desire to protect my girl from something completely out of the blue, out of my control; I've got some simmering anger about it, too. It is what it is, and there it is, today.

2 comments:

Sheri said...

How amazing to me that our nightmarish roads to the end of our children's lives started on the same day in a sense...10/09/06. Joseph was of course ill before that, but the day he got his transplant is the day Katie found out about her tumor. Would not surprise me to find out they are in cahoots together now.

I am here. I am reading. My heart is broken for you. I cannot believe how beautiful Katie is. I love the picture of the two of you in your first post.

Karla W. said...

Oh Karen, you are so not alone. I was thinking the same way the other day. When I look at the photos taken around this time last year there are photos of the girls on Halloween followed by the photos of Samantha all puffed up from all the fluids she was given at diagnosis.

One photo of Mandi holding Sam and smiling when they were both in costumes followed by one of Mandi with her eyes all red and swollen holding Samantha with tubes going into the blanket she was saddled in.

Samantha had been waking up during the night in pain for several months prior to diagnosis. It looked like growing pains/leg pains to me, but everyone I spoke to said not to worry it was probably just her teeth. She didn’t really get 'sick' until a couple days before diagnosis. It happened so fast. She was diagnosed November 11, 2006.

I want to get the Halloween decorations out, but they've been packed up a little here and a little there. Thankfully my dad did pack them up last year when the rest of us were down at Children's, but I'll have a few boxes to go through

…at the same time it's hard and it makes me feel stupid. Nothing I do will change the outcome. If Sam relapses she relapses and we'll just have to deal with it. I find that thought so terrifying. It is such a helpless feeling. It is hard not to get angry. It is hard to rely on God at all times. It's just pain hard.

With prayers for peace and healing,
Karla