Our family has been dealing with a health issue for the last few months. We are coming to the end of my husband’s treatment and, thankfully, he’s doing great. We’ve remained very private throughout all of this, however, in the interest that our story may help someone, provide some comfort or just spread the word about testicular cancer, I want to share what we’ve been going through and how we’ve been dealing with it. These are journal entries I have been keeping along the way…so, keep in mind, they are not in real time.
April 27, 2014
After the weeks of waiting…Dave’s chemotherapy treatments began on Tuesday. It’s weird to say, but I think one of the biggest stresses was waiting for it to begin. For me, it was like standing on the edge of a freezing cold lake, knowing you have no choice but to jump in and swim. You really, really don’t want to do it…but you HAVE to. And, once you’re in, the stress of anticipation is gone, the fear of the unknown dissipates…you get used to the water once you’re in. I accompanied Dave to his first treatment. We were ready. Armed with a bags of books and food and electronics, these four hours were going to fly by. It must have been obvious that this was our first day. Everyone else who came into the centre that day had very little with them. Maybe a book, maybe some headphones. We had luggage. It was comical. We checked in and went to sit in the waiting area. After about 20 minutes we were shown to room 630, where Dave’s treatment would be administered. There were four awful green armchairs in the room. A lady, already hooked up to her cocktail, sat in one. The other three were empty. Dave chose the one closest to the washroom…a wise choice, except that it was a bum chair and he’d have issues with it all day. His nurse sat down across from him and went over the treatment. She discussed all the potential side effects…again. At this stage we’re tired of hearing about what may or may not happen as a result of the medications. We just want to do this. She went over the anti-nausea medication and steroids that Dave has to take. After that, she went off to prepare his IV. I hate needles. But, for some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes away when that first one poked through Dave’s vein. This is it, I thought. No turning back. I blinked away tears and smiled at him. He is so brave. Honestly, I would be scared shitless if I were in that seat. Dave closed his eyes and breathed deeply. We held hands and he relaxed back into the chair. After a few minutes, he asked if I’d mind if he put on his headphones to listen to some music…go nuts, I said. As far as I was concerned, he could do whatever he liked.
Chemo…like a BOSS!
I got out my laptop and did some work. We chatted on and off through the few hours we were there. What I realized is that, all in all, chemo is pretty boring. Dave had 4 more treatments in a row this week. I asked him if he wanted someone to sit with him each day. He said no. Not unless someone wanted to come visit. The following day, my Dad dropped Dave to his treatment as I was in work. We texted back and forth through the day…when I was finished work, I went down to meet him and drive him home. My office is literally a five minute walk from the BC Cancer Agency, so on Thursday, I was able to go and sit with him during my lunch. Friday was a gong show. Asher had a dentist appointment to get two fillings. When he woke up I had to give him two sedatives with his breakfast. After I dropped Cait to school and got myself ready, I had to get my two boys to their appointments. At this stage, Asher was pretty out of it. He was floppy and upset because he said his stomach was hurting. Dave was feeling pretty weak, so he was waiting in the car as I juggled Asher, my bag, and locking the door. Normally, I’d be frustrated and yelling at Dave to help me. But, this time, I couldn’t. I had to figure out how to do this on my own. I dropped Dave to treatment and then drove the few blocks to the dentist’s office. Luckily, Asher was able to walk a bit then…and we made it to the appointment in one piece. He was so brave, like his dad. He got his fillings and then I took him for lunch. He wanted a cheeseburger, so we grabbed a bite nearby and then I asked him if he wanted to go see Daddy…he’s getting his special medicine at a building close by, I explained. He wanted to go, so off we went.
My boys…both of them make me so proud.
All in all, thusfar, the side effects have been minimal. He’s tired and each day that he’s come home from treatment, he’s been diligent about resting, usually taking a nap for most of the afternoon. His appetite is good and he’s been eating regularly and really healthily. Mostly, he doesn’t complain. Just a bit of nausea, which he’s been able to manage with acupressure, and some heartburn (something I can really relate to from pregnancy). He’s a champ. On Friday night my parents took the kids overnight. We decided to take advantage and go out. We shared a burger at one of our favourite local spots and went to see a movie. It was a really nice night. We were both so relaxed…we’ve gotten used to the water, for now.