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All Did Sparkle! – Jenny’s Birthday.

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All did sparkle that special night
jewelled eyes and delicious delights,
hand painted candles on ‘twinkling’ tables
we laughed in fun and conversation.

 

Gathered together from near and far
in atmospheric fun filled bar,
shining ladies and handsome men
music, gaiety and many friends.
Cakes that glittered with golden stars
sprinkled gently in ‘fairy dust’
ribbons that twirled in whirls and whirls
something special for all of us.

 

We danced a little way from you
but you caught my eye in rendezvous,
you smiled that smile as you always do,
I drunk in the delights in coloured hues
but really …all I saw was you….

 

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Cup Cake Photos  by Susie

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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As Summer Fades – A Cancer Prayer – by Susie Hemingway

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As Summer fades and the air is filled with signs of Autumn.
As the leaves start their change in colour and their sprinkling fall;
the rhythm and flow of life continues its clever path.
This in-between state that suspends betwixt the seasons is all my heart desires.
To call on the Gods to allow a stay with compassion,
cleverly keeping this season of harvest and life.
Protect and preserve these mere moments of joy and utter no anguished change for me,
as grateful diamonds of joy, spill from my heart.
Take these vibrant days of colour with their smiles intact, allow for NO fear,
for you have always been my brave one but you are more so now.

 

Do not snap and break this plan I ask,
keeping this Autumn complete and in my whispered prayers.

 

 

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Photo from Susie Hemingway’s Collection.

Hamada doing OK

 

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Just to let you know that Hamada has completed his first week on Revlimid and so far so good. Back ache which he is coping with but no feelings of sickness or other worrying symptoms so far. Hamada is of course very weary but managing to eat well. First early blood tests are back but we won’t get  the para protein/M-Spike yet. That I presume will be at the end of the first months course. Although sleeping most of the day which is pretty usual, there is a significant improvement in some of the blood readings  Haemoglobin is up a tad and there is a substantial rise in the neutrophills due I believe to the injections of filgrastim three times per week.

July Blood Counts. HB10.06 – Platelets 63 -WC.1.7 NEU –1.04

Aug Blood Counts. HB11.1 – Platelets-71 –WC1.8 – NEU –7.1 !!

Para protein  last reading 21.1  (which for those who don’t understand this very important reading is the number we are fighting to reduce)

We continue to go for weekly blood tests and then ring later in the day to confirm we can continue with this Chemotherapy regime. A real balancing act watching the condition of Hamada’s blood at every stage. Thank you Doctor C and Sister Tracy for this great attention to detail.

We Pretend ? – by Susie Hemingway.

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Do we pretend dear one?
As judgements are made and disclosed
In fretful haze we nuzzle closer
To mirror the fears that we know.
Do we pretend dear one?
As smiles and platitudes wither my heart
Perhaps we do, as we dream anew
Of positive days that will last.

 

We laugh as we follow regimes
But I’m frightened of this new terrain
Praying, dreaming and hoping
That this time there will be some gain.
Still in the consuming darkness
When sleep will just not come
I hear you fretful in slumber
Are we pretending dear one?

 

As in the yellowing dawn light
As my heart pushes down the pain
I think of all the others fighting a similar game,
I think of how far we’ve all come
Such bravery that cuts through this bane
To push down this ‘Wicked Beast’,
And make positive steps to gain.

 

No! I don’t think we’re pretending
Not in the very least
I’m proud of my warrior
Who struggles through with steely belief ,
Proud of my friends who daily defend
Giving him cause to go on
And yes of course I know we can make it,
We’ve really no need to pretend,
                                                  We’ve really no need to pretend…

 

Picture: Arab Warrior Leading A Charge by Adolf Schreyer

Grandpa by Manu – July 2010

The following poem was found in my Grandson’s text book at the end of term. Nothing has been changed, it is just as it was written. It brought tears to my eyes when reading but I wanted to share it with you.
Emmanuel (Manu) is 10 years old.

 

My Grandpa’s really kind,
I knew he’d go to heaven,
since he got bone cancer,
when I was seven.

 

I think he laughs at any joke,
whether it’s good or bad,
and if he thinks it’s really good,
he laughs like he’s gone mad!

 

Usually he has to sleep,
since he needs his rest,
so when he is awake
he’s always at his best.

 

Before he ever got ill,
he used to play with me,
I used to kick a football
to him and back to me!

 

Alas not anymore,
we only laugh and talk,
it doesn’t stop me loving,
even if he can barely walk.

 

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A Simple English Rose and Some Treats For Christina

“Wishing you a very Happy Birthday and a wonderful Blog Party at www.soulaperture.blogspot.com  Enjoy your  birthday treats  Christina  from www.susietest.stff.me  and
http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com    in the Lincolnshire Wolds UK.”

Sadness At News.

This week we learnt that our friend and Hamada’s fellow warrior, travelling the same MM road has passed away. He was a lovely gentleman whom we  had come to know during the trips to Lincoln County and more so during the recent  rounds of Velcade Chemotherapy (both having the same regimes).  This gentleman was the subject of my poem  “The Man With The White Knitted Hat” which is shown below in a recent post. It has saddened as both very much and we  send our heartfelt condolences to his  dear wife.  God Speed  Keith, your journey with MM was all too short.

“A Village Affair”

I’m sure the sky appeared bluer that day
tents and stalls were assembled by dawn,
a bustle took over the village
and in their own unique way
all manner of games, raffles and prizes
appeared for this, the  Annual Village  Fete.

 

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“Teeny tots with sparkling eyes
As all around delights they spy
Laughing faces full of joy
Gleeful girls and skipping boys
Little children with winning toys
Raffles and tombola stand
Bouncy castles and a splendid band!
Sunlight streams through covering trees
A Village Affair for you and me
Jars of jams and chutney to buy
Balls to throw and win a prize
Just to be in summer glow
And watch this Village come and go
Fifty pence will bring a chance
To win the lotto in a glance
Pretty dresses, summer hats,
Throw the balls and make a crash!

 

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Time to sit for cup of tea
Cakes to choose, now let’s see?
Strawberries and cream on scrumptious scones
No coffee walnut will be the one!
Nothing less that I can see
A Village Affair for you and me…”

 

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So Many Days Are Important.

It’s been a good week so far, one of those special weeks that  conjures up so much that is English. The start of  Wimbledon with fabulous tennis and new records being broken, the epic saga that culminated in the longest ever match and the most aces served in beautiful sunny weather with high temperatures, so perfect with the abundant strawberries and cream being served  and a real battle for the contestants and their ten hours of tennis!  The special visit of our dear Queen to Wimbledon, for the first time in thirty three years.  She looked marvellous in turquoise blue and matching Edwardian style hat, just incredible at eighty four years ! God Bless you Ma’am.

More fun with England redeeming themselves at football in South Africa with a win at last! Hamada enjoying every match he can manage to watch between his long periods of sleep. Perhaps I will keep my flag  flying at  “Hemingway” a little longer!

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Days are so precious and making them special  is a constant joy, little  things that make someone who is very poorly enjoy these days is so important. The Family all came-up for the weekend with Sunday being Fathers day. “Hemingway” was filled with laughter and chatter, just as it should be and just as we like it. We enjoyed good meals together, watched more football and enjoyed a game or two of Scrabble. We finished our lovely weekend with a good Roast Beef Lunch at the Village Pub. Hamada enjoyed all this too.

Now back to reality today with a consultation at Lincoln  to see whether Hamada is well enough to start Revlimid another Chemotherapy drug,  after the disappointing  three month course of Velcade which did nothing to reduce the Myeloma load in his blood M-Spike (PP) now at 14!   I pray that he is well enough to continue to try.

So many days are important not just the ones that are life changing or life saving but all the ones in between.  These wonderful warm sunny days of June, yes every single one…

Fathers Day & Grandpa’s Day.

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The Garden Swing.

 

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We swing together you and I
in that old shaded place we love,
peaceful sweet smelling garden air
that gentle breeze that tickles hair,
the yellow Iris in our view,
Oh how I love to be with you!
Tranquil sounds of garden spirits
the chirping of the evensong thrush
lavender blue scent comes through,
we swing together like children do.

 

This quiet spot where we can dream
these special hours away,
amid the slowing of day ending
we talk of yesterday,

 

no more is needed for you and I
we know that time is short
and so we talk and dream and think
of what this life has brought.

 

We dream together
                                              you and I,
                                                                     on this old garden swing.

 

 

Photo: from “Hemingway”
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From Small Acorns by Susie Hemingway.

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Recently I left a comment on a fellow bloggers site thanking her for her generous continuous support, not only to me but to many other Multiple Myeloma sufferers and their Carers. Many hours of her time must have been spent reading and entering her sensitive most knowledgeable comments worldwide. She does so with grace and clarity unstinting in her kind praise of my diary poems and has been following Hamada’s journey for a number of years. She always seems to pick just the right time for a comment to bolster flagging spirits and I have noticed her words when most needed on many blogs around the world. This to me is just the most perfect use of blogging.

When I first started entering my thoughts in the form of poems four years ago it was the only way to find an outlet for my overwhelming sadness and terrible frustrations at the changes that had befallen Hamada. It had been suggested by my Son whose understanding of my need to write my poems and his great knowledge of blogging guided me to this unique world. I could vent my feelings sending my words into the ‘blogosphere’ never thinking or caring if they would be read or not. Cleansing my mind very often of my innermost feelings, thus saving my sanity from the injustice of it all. I have spoken on the radio before of my need to record this time of Hamada’s journey with this most difficult of diseases. When asked has this been helpful to me, I answered to say with sincere honesty that yes this has most definitely been the case. What an amazing outlet is this most modern of all media. I have been writing poems since a young woman, so for me the easiest format was to place my poems in a diary form. Releasing as the need came, the words of my heart.

My how from little acorns grew the biggest tree! Overnight my blog was visited and within a short while I had found this wonderful support network of other MM sufferers and their wonderful caregivers. All seeming to want to read my poems and I in return was able to not only glean the information I so badly craved about this illness of Multiple Myeloma from their sites. To subsequently understand their knowledge, the complicated medical jargon and learn about the different circumstances of these wonderful people but also and most importantly for me, to acknowledge the pain contained in their web-pages. We very quickly formed a united front against this beastly cancer that has intruded into our lives and have over these past years formed great friendships, with new bloggers arriving weekly. We spur each other on in times of crisis and rejoice and praise together in the good times. We feel each other’s pain as if it was our own, can relate and understand the many problems that Multiple Myeloma brings. How a kind caring word helps a difficult day.

Many of us, Patients and Carers worldwide have also formed friendships via the much maligned network of Facebook, where we reach out the hand of friendship daily, supporting each other where we can. For me  this is so much better than the psychiatrist couch or local Carers group which would be too difficult to attend when caring twenty four hours a day and when time is so precious.

Of course poetry is not for everyone and certainly my poems of love cannot possibly be to everyone’s taste but in the years I have been blogging, much to my amazement I have never had a nasty or inappropriate comment, not a single one; and this week my first web-blog reached fifty thousand hits. I would never have believed the whole new world that has been opened to me through a few simple poems. I thank the many internet friends who choose to follow our journey and allow me to follow theirs. Not a path I would have readily chosen but Life with a capital L threw this Myeloma our way, bringing many in the same position with their friendship to offer, some joy amid the sadness. I know my Family, Myeloma friends and their Caregivers completely understand that for me to complete this journal successfully; I must always write my poems as a true recollection of this time. They must be an accurate account, so this does not always make for easy reading and for some who find them too sad, I know they won’t be read. For the many who send emails and place their lovely comments on my blogs, I thank you. For I also know that many find them moving enough to release what I know have been called ‘healing tears’. If this helps just one person in some small way to continue forward, refreshed to yet another day, as it does for me when the words escape from my mind, then I consider it a worthwhile therapeutic exercise. I am aware that for many, writing of love and personal feelings is difficult and somewhat embarrassing, although this has never been mentioned to me. I am not so insular as to not understand this and it is a selfish purgative act so entirely helpful to me and after all was the very reason I started these blogs in the first place. Many of my poems are sad but we have over the years enjoyed so many happy and immensely joyous occasions and I have tried to capture these too especially in my earlier poems.

Using this most modern media to vent my feelings and save my sanity has brought many rewards but mostly it has been the link-up of this simply wonderful group of kind and caring individuals who are all following the same path as me.

To the wonderful lady whom I mentioned at the start of this article, who has the biggest caring heart and provides such a service to those who are often in a sad and difficult place I salute you.

To the wonderful folk doing the very best they can daily for their families and loved ones and in the continued fight to help with the individual knowledge gained which we all share, in the hope a cure for this most wretched illness will be found, I stand in praise of you.

With loving thanks to my supportive family my special girl and men friends who never ever fail me.

Taken from: “Small Acorns “– written on the 4th Anniversary of Hamada’s diagnosis of Multiple Myeloma. May 2010.

Copyright @ Susie Hemingway 2010

Under A Lovers Gaze.

 
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Under a lovers gaze stoic and stubborn
I fight for you,
in watchful waiting the power of my mind
spurs me on…

 

The tiredness of these determined efforts for you,
to strive is hard to do.
With strength needed as not to succumb
I walk on and on,
for there can never be amongst this pain
nothing left for you ?

 

Don’t ever think I do not clearly see
for if only my eyes could shut out all,
to mar, inflict distress, destroy the purity of,
impair, fatally ruin – All this !

 

Through my smiles, the anguish of my heart,
flows in time with this wretched beast
as it continues it’s wicked path.

 

Under my lovers gaze, I fight for you.

 

*“There is freedom within
    There is freedom without
   try to catch the deluge in a paper cup,
  there’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost”

 

*Extract from “Don’t Dream Is Over” by Crowded House  Written by Neil Finn 1987

 

Photo courtesy:  Matt Rutherford www.mattrutherford.com

 

© Susie Hemingway 2010

Another Miracle is Required.

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It was a sad day for us both yesterday which brought  bad news that Hamada is just not responding well enough to the chemotherapy drug Velcade. With just eleven infusions received since starting in late February and  many stops and starts along the way due to a chest infection, severe reduction in neutrophils and platelets, it has been hard work for him from day one.  Now again the next and what looks like the last cycle of  four Velcade infusions- unless a miracle happens- will be supported with Filgrastim 30MIU/05 injections started yesterday and continuing throughout the next four infusions. Hamada’s Doctor at Lincoln informed us that a very poor reduction of 4.5 in para-protein level after eleven infusions is really not good enough and is  now most unlikely to make the 50% reduction needed  to continue. Yesterday Neutrophils were an alarming 0.68 and PP still at 14 !

So dear family and friends unless another miracle happens and we’ve had a few, Velcade will not be the wonderful elixir we so hoped would  work for dear Hamada.

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