Saturday, December 5, 2015

And away we go...

James and the Giant Peach cover by
Nancy Ekholm Burkert. I love these
illustrations.
When I was in 3rd grade, my teacher read James and the Giant Peach out loud to our class.  As I recall, it was an exciting beginning and a great adventure for most of the book. But I don't remember how it ended. In my memory, there was something about the peach rotting and things going badly and a desperate crash landing and James' animal friends going away forever and James ending up alone.  In my mind, it was not a happy ending at all.  In my memory, it was a sad and brutal finish to a story that had started out so full of joyous promise.

But today, looking at Wikipedia's entry for the book, trying to remind myself exactly what happened in the ending, the Wikipedia summary describes a story that ends happily, not at all sad and lonely the way I remember it.  Now I don't know what to think.

When I was in 3rd grade, life was a different kind of stressful, unpredictable, out of control, and too often lonely and sad.  It's entirely possible that what was a whimsical funny ending for many 8 year olds just hit all the wrong chords for me at the time.  Maybe what was supposed to be a fun and goofy ending just didn't work that way for me and the life I was living at the time. It's entirely possible.

I never re-read that book, never wanted to. I've read 100's of my old favorite books to my daughter and some to my step-kids, too, and I've delighted in the stories we've shared.  But James was purposely not one of them. I never wanted to revisit James and the Giant Peach and the terribly disappointing ending.  But maybe I should have or still should, at least so I could see if the ending is good or bad.  Maybe with experience I'd finally be able to see why someone I remember fondly as a very kind and caring 3rd grade teacher would think it was a great book to read to her class.  Because in my memory, I still don't understand the choice.

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Do you want to know something surprising? My Xeloda didn't take 3 weeks to arrive.  It actually took 3 days (well, 3 business days, anyway) to show up on my doorstep.  After all the trouble with previous drugs, how's that for a surprise?

Maybe Xeloda has less paperwork and insurance approvals, or maybe it's just that with the Ibrance and Afinitor approvals, any questions for Xeloda were already answered in the system?  Whatever happened, it was pretty nice to have the pills so fast and without a single phone call to see what the heck was going on.

I got them so fast, in fact, that I actually had to message my oncologist and see if I needed to wait the 2 weeks it was expected to take after stopping the Afinitor and Aromasin or if I should start it sooner since I had the drug.  She told me a week would be plenty, so I took my first 3 pills last night.

I'll be taking 6 pills a day--3 in the morning and 3 in the evening--for the next week, followed by 7 days off.  Why didn't I start it yesterday morning to make a full first day like a normal person would?

Oh, come now, if you've read more than a couple of my posts, you know me and my story enough to already know the answer to that one! The reason is because I had taken my Aromasin in the morning before seeing my oncologist/nurse practitioner in the day so it wouldn't have been a full 7 days off of the prior drugs if I took it in the morning.

So, again, only if you're new here, your next question is probably, "Do you really think those extra few hours make any difference at all?  Really?!?"

Well, no, not really, but still it seemed like the thing to do, and when I'm anxious or afraid I find keeping things as predictable and well controlled as possible is sort of comforting.  There's so much with cancer that I have absolutely no control over whatsoever, I try to take advantage of the things I do.

So there you have it, and as of this morning, I'm 2 doses and 6 pills into my new stint on Xeloda.

It's really too early to tell how the side effects are going, much less whether it's going to do a good job reducing the tumors.  I felt a little nauseous this morning, but better after breakfast.  Also, my hands and feet felt kind of ichy/tingly yesterday evening and I didn't sleep well.  Does any of that mean anything after only just barely starting the pills?  Probably not.  I expect what it really means is that I have Xeloda on my mind and am hyper-aware of (read: madly, obsessively focused on) every little thing that could possibly ever be related to it in any universe, known or unknown.  Hopefully I'll be more relaxed about it in time.

I've read blogs and posts from a number of people who have had really great rides on Xeloda.  I've also read about people who didn't have so much success on it, but for now, because there's not much to be done about it anyway, I'm trying really hard to focus on success stories and the good potential this has for me with relatively few side effects as far as chemos go.

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As far as entertainment goes, on the other hand, whenever I read fiction books these days or pick out movies to watch, I always cheat and find out the endings before I begin.

You might think it's James and the Giant Peach related madness, a crazy obsession focused on avoiding the same kind of disappointment, but I can't really blame it on that.  In my teen and young adult years, I used to love tearjerkers and loved all kinds of books with deep, sad, bittersweet endings.  For many, many years my favorite book ever was The Unbearable Lightness of Being, I loved the story, I loved the philosophy, I felt deeply for the characters and the tragedy of the situation, and I found the sad ending of inevitable destruction so beautifully perfect given the poetically tragic set-up that brought our characters to that final resolution.

But these days, after cancer, I can't stand to spend my time on sadness like that.

If I do ever re-read James and the Giant Peach and find out for sure if it's a crazy fun ride that leads to a whimsical, joy-filled resolution, or a crazy fun ride that leads to inevitable sadness, loneliness, and loss, I know myself well enough to know that it will be a re-reading that begins last-chapter-first and will not go any further if I don't like how that first look at the last chapter goes.

I know that sounds crazy, I understand it's a little nuts. But, I'm ok with that.

These days, I just can't take spending my time getting to know a story, getting to know and love characters, just to watch them end in sadness and despair.  Even beautifully tragic sadness and despair, I'm just not interested.

Really, in these post-cancer days, I can't even take spending my time getting into a story not knowing the ending and just having to worry that it will all end up in tragic sadness and despair.  Even if the ending turns out to be happy after all, I'm just not willing to put that kind of stress on myself.  If I'm going to put my heart and soul into a story for fun, I need to know it will come out well before I even start or I'm not willing to put my time into it.

Yep, I'm sure that makes me certifiable.  And I don't care.

But I do find it kind of ironic, as I sit here in real life typing this, less than 24 hours after starting yet another new cancer drug.