Monday, 18 May 2015

May Update

Okay so this blog post is going to be relatively long because i haven't posted in two weeks and ALOT has happened since then.

I started a new type of chemo called DHAP on the 6th of May and for the first day or so i was coping really well with it.

The Teenage Cancer Unit (TCU) held a quiz/pizza night and we had the chance to win some prizes donated by a local charity. And i also got the chance to meet the other teenagers in the TCU and talk to them about everything - because they of all people know what its like to be young and ill. I also found out that I'm not nearly as good as i thought i was at general knowledge and  with names of singers because our team lost...twice.

The chemo i started had the most wires i've ever had going into my port - three at one point! I also had two drip machines,which really isn't fun at two in the morning when they beep every five minutes telling you they have finished.


In addition to that, i had to have steroid based eyedrops every four hours and needless to say it isn't fun been woken up with a nurse shining a light in your eye for the fourth time that night whispering "It's time for your eyedrops!".

After, this i became very ill. I couldn't keep any food down let alone the tonnes of medication i was on so the doctors decided i wasn't well enough to go home and they made me stay in the TCU for another 2 days. I wasn't happy but i thought what i always think when i get fed up, 'it has to be done so i might as well do it with a smile'.

Later on that evening, i was visited by a 'stem cell' nurse called Holly and she explained that when i have my high dose chemo in a few months time my bone marrow won't be able to recover on its own. So, i need to start daily injections to stimulate my stem cell production so in around about a weeks time they can 'harvest' them off me and give me my own stem cells back when i have the high dose chemo. I wasn't keen on the idea of having to inject myself everyday for the next week so one of my nurses suggested that i get two tiny tubes in my arms so the needle doesn't have to go in my skin every time.


And they look like this!

They may be small but they are so painful to get put in even with cold spray - a local anaesthetic. They tiny tubes sit just underneath your skin. The injections themselves, even though they don't pierce the skin are really painful as well. I think its because its going under the skin and obviously your body isn't used to liquids being pushed under there.

The nurses sent us home with a big box of needles.
I have been having community nurses coming round every morning at ten o'clock to give me them. And because I'm seventeen and a half i no longer come under the paediatrics so adult nurses had to come round and give me my injections. They explained to me that i was the youngest patient they have EVER had and they oldest person they looked after was a one hundred and eight year old!

After having a comfortable five days at home i was called up to Newcastle for a full blood count only to find out when i was there that: my blood pressure was low, i had lost weight, my oxygen levels were low, my platelets were low and my white blood cells were so low that i was actually neutropenic . Luckily, i didn't need any transfusions. Although, i wish they had gave me a platelet (the thing that helps your blood to clot) transfusion because the following weekend i had constant nose bleeds that took hours to stop!

The nurses also left the needle in my arm so they can easily get bloods tomorrow


and when i got home i really wanted a bath to unwind for a busy day. So, me and my mum had the task of thinking of an improvisation so i would get bath water in my port. Then my mum had the in-genius idea of cutting the end of an old sock and putting it over my arm!


So, thats what it did - and it worked really well!


So curently as it stands, it's Monday i went to the hospital for a full blood count and so Holly could predict what day this week my harvest could be on and it turns out it's going to be tomorrow (Tuesday). So, its going to be me and my dad watching dvd's and eating sweets for five hours while i can't move my arms - fun...

Lauren :-)

Monday, 4 May 2015

Introduction

May 4th 2015

In the UK around 2,200 teenagers and young people are diagnosed with cancer every year. And the chances of it returning two weeks after you get the all clear, as you can imagine, are even slimmer.

I was diagnosed with stage two Hodgkins Lymphoma on September 22nd 2014. It had spread to my neck in two different places, both my armpits and both sides of my chest. My consultant reassured me  , "this is one of the most treatable cancer's for teenagers and young adults". I saw it as my 'silver lining' in a time that was incredibly grey. Over the coming months i continued going to college whenever i wasn't at hospital, writing all my essay's for my english language class and seeing friends as much as possible. Then, on the 10th of February 2015 my consultant told me i was completely cured and cancer free. We had KFC that night to celebrate, it was great.


No longer than two weeks after i received the news i felt a pea sized lump in my neck, where i first originally felt the lumps, i shared my concerns with the doctors but they felt it was far too soon for it to return after treatment and after all nothing had shown up on the scan to be concerned about. But i knew something wasn't right.

This is when the the lump grew massively and other smaller lumps started appearing. On April 14th, the doctors sent me for a biopsy.





Almost, seven months to the exact date on April 21st, the doctors told me i have cancer...again.


And this time i've decided to document my experience.

Anyways, enough with all the sad stuff i am trying to remain as positive as possible with a little bit of help from my family and friends!

Lauren :-)