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Are My Days Becoming More Peaceful?

Although missing my lovely man so very much I feel somehow in a calmer place than the last few weeks.  Nothing is easy when someone  so precious to you is no longer there, everyday is an uphill climb; everyday a struggle to find yourself again. I have felt like hibernating which suited the weather that we have been having  but knowing that I cannot do that forever. I have starting with a little walking and have been trying to plan some small projects to help  me  to reshape my life and try to look to the future. All  little steps take tremendous mental energy, for all of us bereaved these little advances come at different times it seems. I find my tears still arrive at the least expected moment but I welcome them now as a sacred act of remembrance. I have rarely cried in my life so this is something quite new to me but I know it fosters healing, giving me some understanding that love is such a spiritual bond that death really does not sever.

It is a purely selfish need to want Hamada back with me once more, I  feel that my loss has drained all direction to my life, all  joy and meaning. I desire more than anything to see him once more particularly to hear his voice.  Still the hollow feeling I carry around is now something I value as a connection to my love one.

At last I managed to settled down to read again all the wonderful letters and cards of condolence that although I had read before when they arrived in huge bundles but then being  so distraught, I felt they all deserved another quiet read through. It was wonderful to read again the heartfelt messages of love and and wonderful snippets of  all the different memories of our dear Hamada, written by those who knew him and some from those who did not, written from all various aspects. Most using the words “Such A Gentleman” and  “His Smile”This seemed to be a way of  peacefully celebrating his life again sharing the memories of others as I read their words of love.

It is early days yet for me without my lover, my mentor and my best friend but I think I could say that I have some small seeds of hope now that I will become strong once again and that  my days do now seem  a little more peaceful. I wish all those who are bereaved, peace and with much hope that they too can find  the solace they need.

Three Years Of A New Life – A Carers View

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As Hamada approaches three years since his Stem Cell Transplant which undoubtedly saved his life, we are eternally grateful for the extra years he has obtained from this procedure. So many of us debate about which way treatment for Multiple Myeloma should evolve. What drugs to start as front line treatment? what choices of drugs to continue with, in an effort to help and support. Even with the risks that most carry, for the many problems that for nearly all MM patients, do arrive at some time or another.

Should it be the smallest amount possible? Should you be trying to support and protect with many of these not always proven drugs as Hamada has done and continues to do, or should you go it alone?

Then what about the problems that many of these drugs can bring to someone who is now so vulnerable. What is the right course of action to take? Don’t we all ask this question at the beginning of treatment. It seems there is such a fine line to balance the needs of these drugs and the damage that some may do. It is indeed a complex issue and one which must be constantly monitored by the specialists and also through the watchful eyes of the caregiver. How important to note these sometimes subtle changes in a patient, to try to assist your consultant with good clear voicing and so one day all knowledge gained, will go forward to finding a cure for this most complex and difficult of diseases.

Ideas have changed even in the four+years that we have been on this journey. We have listened and read of new transplant procedures coming to the fore in parts of America, where they are now very hopeful and talk of a cure. Still, looking back on the past four years of treatment for Hamada, there was really no choice but to proceed to SCT as quickly as possible. His kidneys were failing, he had succumbed to two bouts of pneumonia, one so severe that his body was shutting down and we knew this was really his only chance to gain extra time. Hamada’s spine was already damaged and he was in agonising pain which thank goodness was helped with radiation. As soon as he recovered from this, he fought hard to reduced the Para Protein as quickly as possible and to get to start his ‘new life’.

I have read so much about MM over this past four years and four months, learning as much as any lay person can grasp from many different areas and from the voices of many other sufferers worldwide. I have been grateful for all the knowledge gained from good “list serves” such as ACOR and from fellow sufferers of MM and carers alike.Their blogs have given me a good insight into how MM affects/unfolds in so many very different ways for each patient. For sure, no one with MM is the same, treatments will be different for all. Some do better than others as one type of chemotherapy seems to work for one person but not for another. Many appear to remain in remission or continue with very low PP for many years. How different we all are.

I am a poet not a medical person, so it has been the biggest learning curve of my life. Still my thoughts right at the beginning of this journey and also now, were that if I could record and write just the way our personal journey unfolded, using my words in the form I know of poetry. Just telling of my feelings of these past years may help other carers to know of the fears, sadness, the coming to terms with, and all that a Carer feels, that invade thoughts daily in an effort to try to help loved ones. Perhaps this blog may help others who are just starting their journey along the same path, for others it will not, unique as we all are.

For carers who read my simple poems will know, that each tells a story of that particular time in this journey, just as the changing seasons tell us what is happening daily. To convey my feelings in this fashion, also helps me to remember, just how I felt at the dates show on each poem.

Perhaps for some this is a strange form to write a diary of events, but MM is a complex illness as we all are and it is perfect for me, thus enabling me to remember every minute of it all and to free the emotions that often fill this time.

Hamada is continuing well I feel with Revlimid, now on his second course, not having any side effects that he cannot manage. Of course he is more than weary, managing his maintenance drugs daily and the dreaded 40mg of Dex weekly along with Revlimid, always grateful for these past extra three years, which many times prior to the SCT we never thought would be possible. I am aware of course that this is not always the way to proceed and for some if they are otherwise well and not with compromised kidneys or bone lesions, will not choose SCT until all other avenues have been exhausted.

There is no right or wrong way that I can see, only that each person should be treated in their own unique way, as symptoms present themselves and by good valuation of bloods and careful monitoring of precious bones, not from some ‘set out’ protocol. Still what do I really know? only that dear Hamada is still alive after a very poor prognosis and doing dare I say ‘fairly well’. 

Stay well all who read this post and continue to make good choices as I continue to record this journey in ‘poems of love’

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