I witnessed an amazing thing on Sunday afternoon when our church held its Annual Easter Egg Hunt.
Our teenager, Kate, and her friends, helped 'produce' the event by 'hiding' plastic eggs in the fenced-in playground behind the church. Lizzie, our six year old, joined her driven-by-their-sweet-teeth buddies in the 'finding' of the Easter eggs.
This is the amazing part: I saw 61 little kids scoop up hundreds and hundreds of colored, candy filled eggs in a matter of seconds. It was like a blitzkrieg, except nobody died. Little legs were pumping, arms were scooping, baskets were filling. The truly talented were capturing three, eating one, capturing three, eating one.
What started out as a field covered in a rainbow coalition of Cadbury's finest, ended up as a monochrome green carpet that an army of lawn-goats would be proud of. A swarm of biblical plague locusts couldn't have pillaged the yard any better. I think that I even saw a crop circle in the shape of a rabbit.
If my body could harness the pure energy and exacting focus of those kids on their mission, I think that I could cure my Myeloma. Those MM cells are hiding, I need to do some finding. Maybe I should visualize the Myeloma cells in vivid food dye colors as they are obliterated by chemotherapeutic agents dressed in Garanimals.
I'll let you know how it works out!
Bock-Bock! Thanks Easter Bunny!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
My Total Therapy 4 UAMS Treatment Schedule
Hi! Here is a very myelomic post for MM people. It will make more sense to you than the non-initiated blog readers.If there are questions feel free to respond or e-mail me at (sean dot murray57 at gmail dot com).
In an e-mail, a MM patient asked me where I was treated and if I would provide details. Well, sure.
I was treated at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences' Myeloma Institute for Research & Therapy (MIRT) in Little Rock, AR. http://myeloma.uams.edu/
The protocol that I followed was Total Therapy 4- Standard Arm. Dx- 11/25/08, IgG kappa, 77.5 % plasma cells at Dx (3% now!) , in Complete Remission. I'll share number progressions in later posts - when I'm convinced that people are actually reading this blog! : )
11/24/08 Diagnosis IgG kappa
12/09/08 - Induction # 1
12/30/08 MVDTPACE
Stem Cell Collection - 24 Million
Velcade (days 1,5,8 and 11)
Melphalan (day 3)
DTPACE (days 5-8)
12/31/08 - Bridging
1/10/09 Dex / Thal
1/11/09 - Induction # 2
1/27/09 MVDTPACE
Velcade (days 1,4,8 and 11)
Melphalan (day 1)
DTPACE (days 1-4)
2/27/09 - Transplant # 1 (6 million stem cells)
3/17/09 Unfractionated Melphalan 200
Melphalan 200mg/m2 (day -1 )
Dexamethasone 40mg (days -2, -1, 0, and 1)
3/18/10- Bridging
4/12/10 Dex / Thal
(stop Thal. 7 days before Transplant)
4/13/09 Developed DVT
Hospitalized , Vena Cava Filter placed
Lovenox SQ prescribed for blood clots
5/13/09- Transplant # 2 (3 million stem cells)
5/29/09 Unfractionated Melphalan 200
Melphalan 200mg/m2 ( day -1 )(BSA Cap of 2.0)
Dexamethasone 40mg (days -2, -1, 0, and 1)
5/30/09- Bridging
7/13/09 Dex / Thal
7/14/09- Consolidation # 1
7/31/09 VDTPACE
Velcade (days 1,4,8 and 11)
DTPACE (days 1-4)
8/6/09 Kyphoplasty
(1) T-4
8/7/09- Bridging
9/3/09 Dex / Thal
9/4/09- Consolidation # 2
9/21/09 VDTPACE
Velcade (days 1,4,8 and 11)
DTPACE (days 1-4)
11/11/09- Maintenance
10/31/12 VRD (every 28 days x 3 years)
Velcade 1.9mg (days 1,8,15 and 22)
Dexamethasone 20mg (days 1,8,15 and 22)
Revlimid 15mg (days 1-21, off 22 – 28)
Zometa 4mg (every 3 months)
2/4/10 Kyphoplasty
(2) T 11-12
Drug Key:
V= Velcade
M= Melphalan
T = Thalidomide
D = Dexamethasone
P = Cisplatin
A = Adriamycin
C = Cyclophosphamide
E = Etoposide
G = Granulocyte Colony
Stimulating Factor
R = Revlimid,
What a year! All in all, I have fared well and feel pretty darn good. I still experience pain, neuropathy in my feet and hands, but I continue to progress. The treatment, as promised, was aggressively rough, but I'm still standing! Going to UAMS was a good decision for me.
graphic (c) UAMS/MIRT used with permission
In an e-mail, a MM patient asked me where I was treated and if I would provide details. Well, sure.
I was treated at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences' Myeloma Institute for Research & Therapy (MIRT) in Little Rock, AR. http://myeloma.uams.edu/
The protocol that I followed was Total Therapy 4- Standard Arm. Dx- 11/25/08, IgG kappa, 77.5 % plasma cells at Dx (3% now!) , in Complete Remission. I'll share number progressions in later posts - when I'm convinced that people are actually reading this blog! : )
Total Therapy 4: Phase III Trial for Multiple Myeloma
11/24/08 Diagnosis IgG kappa
12/09/08 - Induction # 1
12/30/08 MVDTPACE
Stem Cell Collection - 24 Million
Velcade (days 1,5,8 and 11)
Melphalan (day 3)
DTPACE (days 5-8)
12/31/08 - Bridging
1/10/09 Dex / Thal
1/11/09 - Induction # 2
1/27/09 MVDTPACE
Velcade (days 1,4,8 and 11)
Melphalan (day 1)
DTPACE (days 1-4)
2/27/09 - Transplant # 1 (6 million stem cells)
3/17/09 Unfractionated Melphalan 200
Melphalan 200mg/m2 (day -1 )
Dexamethasone 40mg (days -2, -1, 0, and 1)
3/18/10- Bridging
4/12/10 Dex / Thal
(stop Thal. 7 days before Transplant)
4/13/09 Developed DVT
Hospitalized , Vena Cava Filter placed
Lovenox SQ prescribed for blood clots
5/13/09- Transplant # 2 (3 million stem cells)
5/29/09 Unfractionated Melphalan 200
Melphalan 200mg/m2 ( day -1 )(BSA Cap of 2.0)
Dexamethasone 40mg (days -2, -1, 0, and 1)
5/30/09- Bridging
7/13/09 Dex / Thal
7/14/09- Consolidation # 1
7/31/09 VDTPACE
Velcade (days 1,4,8 and 11)
DTPACE (days 1-4)
8/6/09 Kyphoplasty
(1) T-4
8/7/09- Bridging
9/3/09 Dex / Thal
9/4/09- Consolidation # 2
9/21/09 VDTPACE
Velcade (days 1,4,8 and 11)
DTPACE (days 1-4)
11/11/09- Maintenance
10/31/12 VRD (every 28 days x 3 years)
Velcade 1.9mg (days 1,8,15 and 22)
Dexamethasone 20mg (days 1,8,15 and 22)
Revlimid 15mg (days 1-21, off 22 – 28)
Zometa 4mg (every 3 months)
2/4/10 Kyphoplasty
(2) T 11-12
Drug Key:
V= Velcade
M= Melphalan
T = Thalidomide
D = Dexamethasone
P = Cisplatin
A = Adriamycin
C = Cyclophosphamide
E = Etoposide
G = Granulocyte Colony
Stimulating Factor
R = Revlimid,
What a year! All in all, I have fared well and feel pretty darn good. I still experience pain, neuropathy in my feet and hands, but I continue to progress. The treatment, as promised, was aggressively rough, but I'm still standing! Going to UAMS was a good decision for me.
graphic (c) UAMS/MIRT used with permission
Ok, Ok, I'll Get a Facebook Account Already
I know that I'm way behind the times, but yesterday I jumped the chasm and joined Facebook. It was at the urging of my of my 13 yo daughter, Katie, a devoted Facebooger, er... Facebooker. Friends and colleagues from the past are starting to find their way to me. When I become more confident with how it all works, I'll venture out to find some more blasts from the past.
My career has largely been as a writer/producer of live entertainment and creative consultant and the talented folks I've worked with over a 25 year span (literally thousands of instrumentalists, singers, dancers, performers, technicians, designers, choreographers, theatre owners, etc.) are scattered across the globe. I'm hoping that they visit this blog, in part to catch up with me (and vice-versa), but more importantly so that they can learn a bit about Myeloma.
Just as it takes a village to raise a Sean Murray, it will take a concerned, informed world to rid us of this disease. Research scientists, doctors, and ordinary motivated folks just like you and me. My extended entertainment gang is an incredible group of exceedingly caring people- I hope that they join the fight!
Thank you to the Myeloma patients, caregivers and bloggers out there - you've made a tremendous difference in my life! I didn't choose this &$%^# malady, but I'm going to beat it!
Warm thoughts to you from Myelomaville!
PS - insert the expletive of your choice for &$%^#. Mine was 'darn' , Katie- really! ; )
My career has largely been as a writer/producer of live entertainment and creative consultant and the talented folks I've worked with over a 25 year span (literally thousands of instrumentalists, singers, dancers, performers, technicians, designers, choreographers, theatre owners, etc.) are scattered across the globe. I'm hoping that they visit this blog, in part to catch up with me (and vice-versa), but more importantly so that they can learn a bit about Myeloma.
Just as it takes a village to raise a Sean Murray, it will take a concerned, informed world to rid us of this disease. Research scientists, doctors, and ordinary motivated folks just like you and me. My extended entertainment gang is an incredible group of exceedingly caring people- I hope that they join the fight!
Thank you to the Myeloma patients, caregivers and bloggers out there - you've made a tremendous difference in my life! I didn't choose this &$%^# malady, but I'm going to beat it!
Warm thoughts to you from Myelomaville!
PS - insert the expletive of your choice for &$%^#. Mine was 'darn' , Katie- really! ; )
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Thank You, Mark Twain
Last night I finished reading (or re-reading after many years) The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, one of Mark Twain's great American novels. I remembered the same feelings that I had as a young boy, being swept away on Huck and Tom Sawyer's tale of drifting down the mighty Mississippi River, meeting colorful antebellum characters, visiting quintessential river ports of the late 1880s. This trip was about freedom and losing yourself in a world of your own choosing.
During the final chapter it was time for me to take my Revlimid, Coumadin and various other evening pills. It just so happened that I ran out of three of the medications and, as I stared at the empty bottles, a bright idea hit me.
I decided to gather all of the empty pill bottles, and the as yet unused, send-a-sample-to-Little-Rock-once-a-month urine collection bottles, to build myself a modern day raft. Myeloma patients, if they're like me, go through pill bottles faster than a speeding bullet. I have hundreds of them!
I live a minute from beautiful Tablerock Lake. I imagined myself floating under the stars, listening to the wind birth small whitecaps across the pristine water, an occasional cry of a lake bird. If lucky, perhaps I'd get a glimpse of one of the majestic eagles that call the lake and surrounding hills home.
Myeloma has tried to take so much from me, but I'm determined to keep the upper hand. I decided to use those pill bottles and the bright orange urine jugs to recreate Huck and Tom's voyage. This morning I excitedly told Karen about my bold maritime goal.
'How are you going to tie all of those bottles together? You realize that you weigh 190 lbs and are bigger than a breadbox. Do you really have enough bottles? Do you have to call the Missouri Water Patrol for permission? What about Celgene and the FDA? Using a Revlimid bottle as a raft is an off-label use. Can you swim with fractured vertebrae? Take your hand sanitizer. Do you really think that you can pull this off?'
'Well.... yes I do!'
'Okay, I believe in you. But be back before supper. And take your pills with you. And...........'
I'm never going to let Myeloma take away my dreams - even the little ones.
During the final chapter it was time for me to take my Revlimid, Coumadin and various other evening pills. It just so happened that I ran out of three of the medications and, as I stared at the empty bottles, a bright idea hit me.
I decided to gather all of the empty pill bottles, and the as yet unused, send-a-sample-to-Little-Rock-once-a-month urine collection bottles, to build myself a modern day raft. Myeloma patients, if they're like me, go through pill bottles faster than a speeding bullet. I have hundreds of them!
I live a minute from beautiful Tablerock Lake. I imagined myself floating under the stars, listening to the wind birth small whitecaps across the pristine water, an occasional cry of a lake bird. If lucky, perhaps I'd get a glimpse of one of the majestic eagles that call the lake and surrounding hills home.
Myeloma has tried to take so much from me, but I'm determined to keep the upper hand. I decided to use those pill bottles and the bright orange urine jugs to recreate Huck and Tom's voyage. This morning I excitedly told Karen about my bold maritime goal.
'How are you going to tie all of those bottles together? You realize that you weigh 190 lbs and are bigger than a breadbox. Do you really have enough bottles? Do you have to call the Missouri Water Patrol for permission? What about Celgene and the FDA? Using a Revlimid bottle as a raft is an off-label use. Can you swim with fractured vertebrae? Take your hand sanitizer. Do you really think that you can pull this off?'
'Well.... yes I do!'
'Okay, I believe in you. But be back before supper. And take your pills with you. And...........'
I'm never going to let Myeloma take away my dreams - even the little ones.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Where Should You Go? Branson, MO!
A friend with a diagnosis of Myeloma called to say that her family was traveling to Branson for an early summer vacation and she wondered if I had any insight about what they should do while visiting.
As a quick FYI for all heading this way, please take a look at these links for some great ideas and local information:
Having lived and worked in this area for several years, I'll be blogging occasionally about some of the interesting people and exciting things to do in this neck of the woods. It is a friendly, warm, and charming place to visit, chocked-full with live shows, shopping, lots of hotels and restaurants, great outdoor activities - all offered at an outstanding value. No I don't work for the Chamber of Commerce and yes, there is an airport!
Stay well!
So What Is Multiple Myeloma?
I had never heard of Multiple Myeloma until I was diagnosed with it in November of 2008. I immediately consulted the decade-old medical encyclopedia that was gathering dust on my home office bookshelf and one glaring fact captured my attention: I was going to die. Or so I thought!
Since then, I have survived over a year of aggressive treatment, achieved complete remission and resolutely immersed myself in a world I never could never have previously imagined.
For those of you keeping score, following are are some simple facts about the disease:
Major strides have been made in fighting this disease in the last few years. Brilliant research scientists and doctors continue to try to unlock the mysteries of this horrible cancer. Remissions are possible with new treatments, but Myeloma cells are infamous for becoming resistant to common chemotherapy. The immediate goal is to get the disease growth under control and to keep patients in remission, with a good quality of life, for as long as possible.
The Numbers
There you have it! Not very pretty, but I am convinced that major developments will happen over the next 5 -10 years. My doctors at UAMS believe that a cure will be found. That is what I pray for. In any event, I will not give up!
How did I get into remission? That'll be for a future post. For a deeper understanding of MM, check out the links to the right.
In the meantime, I'll keep fighting the good fight here in Myelomaville!
Since then, I have survived over a year of aggressive treatment, achieved complete remission and resolutely immersed myself in a world I never could never have previously imagined.
For those of you keeping score, following are are some simple facts about the disease:
What is MM?
Multiple Myeloma is a cancer of a particular type of white blood cell (WBC) called a 'plasma B cell.' Plasma cells, like all WBCs, are the major components, the soldiers, if you will, of a person's immune system. Our immune system, as you know, protects us from infections and diseases.
Plasma cells (and all other blood cells) are manufactured in the Bone Marrow (BM), the spongy tissue found in the center of most of our bones. Some of these plasma cells stay close to home in the bone marrow, and some travel to other parts of the body and go to work.
Our bodies have many different types of plasma cells. Each plasma cell produces one specific kind of 'immunoglobulin' or 'antibody' which fights a specific substance invading the body. Antibodies are made up of proteins.
When plasma cells become cancerous they reproduce uncontrollably. You've heard of one bad apple spoiling the whole bunch? Well get a load of this:
In MM, one stinking little plasma cell creates a cancerous copy of itself and that dastardly clone makes a copy of itself, those cells make clones, over and over again. These don't have the normal genetic cell directive to die- you have to kill them. These abnormal plasma cells, all exactly alike, are called "monoclonal," cells, meaning that they all originated from one common cell. I can identify the type of Myeloma I have from the existence of great numbers of specific kinds of plasma cells in my bone marrow. My Myeloma came from one traitorous original plasma cell that went haywire. BTW, doctors still don't know why this happens- but they will figure it out!
As these malignant Myeloma cells increase in number in the bone marrow, they begin to crowd out and displace healthy WBCs, healthy red blood cells (RBCs)`and healthy platelets, preventing them from doing the jobs our bodies need them to do. If you don't have enough WBCs working for you, your body is susceptible to infections and disease. Not enough RBCs? You can't transport enough nutrition/oxygen (via hemoglobin) to your body's cells and you become grossly fatigued and anemic. When you don't have enough
platelets, which help blood to clot when arteries, veins and capillaries are damaged, you are in danger of uncontrolled bleeding.
Here's the scary scenario that I faced. Healthy bone marrow contains roughly 3-5% plasma cells. When I was diagnosed, tests revealed that my marrow was comprised of 77.5% plasma cells. Yikes! Sean had too many cancerous Myeloma cells and not enough RBCs, WBCs and platelets. I have friends with Myeloma (some affectionately call us Myelomiacs) with 90% plasma cells at diagnosis. I have a sneaking suspicion that we weren't headed for anything pleasant had we not been diagnosed and thrust into treatment.
Sounds like a Myeloma infomercial. These malignant plasma cells produce 'osteoclast activating factors' (OCFs) which cause calcium to be leached out of the bones and into the bloodstream. This results in (1) 'hypercalcemia' or dangerously high levels of calcium in the bloodstream and (2) 'osteolytic lesions' or holes literally being punched out in the bones. These holes weaken the affected bones, making them prone to fractures. Lift up a paint can- break your arm! you might have Myeloma. Kick a soccer ball and break your femur. Hey, you might have Myeloma! Not kidding here. I was sitting up after a PET Scan and my sternum broke.
Sometimes the Myeloma cells join together to form tumors, or plasmacytomas, which may subsequently break through the weakened bone structures. In addition to my sternum, I've had fractures in my shoulder blades, arms, ribs, and several collapsed and/or compressed vertebrae. OUCH is right!
If that's not enough, these malignant plasma cells also produce excessive monoclonal immunoglobulins, or antibodies, called M-proteins which can overload the kidneys, leading to abnormal kidney function and possible renal failure. My Myeloma cells over-produce Immunoglobulin G (IgG) proteins.
In brief (too late!), MM can cause bone pain, anemia, and renal failure. Frequent infections are common because of compromised immune systems. And here is a biggie:
There is no known cure for Multiple Myeloma.
Major strides have been made in fighting this disease in the last few years. Brilliant research scientists and doctors continue to try to unlock the mysteries of this horrible cancer. Remissions are possible with new treatments, but Myeloma cells are infamous for becoming resistant to common chemotherapy. The immediate goal is to get the disease growth under control and to keep patients in remission, with a good quality of life, for as long as possible.
The Numbers
Patients are usually diagnosed in their mid to late 60s or older. I was 49. MM accounts for between 10% - 15% of all hematological (blood) malignancies, with roughly 15,000 new cases diagnosed in the U.S. each year. MM makes up roughly 1% of all diagnosed cancers and 2% of annual cancer deaths. Over 50,000 Americans are currently living with Multiple Myeloma. Median survival rate for patients in the United States is roughly 2.5 to 3 years from diagnosis, but it varies from the severity of the disease at diagnosis, treatment and support quality, and the patient's response to drugs, stem cell transplants, etc. MM is more common in men than women, and in African Americans than Caucasians.
There you have it! Not very pretty, but I am convinced that major developments will happen over the next 5 -10 years. My doctors at UAMS believe that a cure will be found. That is what I pray for. In any event, I will not give up!
How did I get into remission? That'll be for a future post. For a deeper understanding of MM, check out the links to the right.
In the meantime, I'll keep fighting the good fight here in Myelomaville!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
A Day of Gratitude
I rolled out of bed this morning and for the first time in many months, I was without significant pain and I had no nagging cold symptoms. For this I am truly grateful! Chilly and damp outside, but warm and toasty inside on this Spring Break week in Branson.
I am also mindful today of the anniversary of the passing of my mother. 23 years ago, at the age of 55, Mom died from complications of Multiple Sclerosis. The disease robbed this bright, active woman of so much. She was bedridden for several years, but she never lost her fight and her spirit. I also saw my dad, a tough, salty, career Military man, serve as an incredible example of a superb caregiver for my mom. He left us in April '99, at 67 years of age, after a two year bought with prostate cancer. I miss them both dearly.Sadly, my father-in-law passed from prostate cancer a few years after my dad. Do I have to tell you how much I hate cancer?
Even at 51, today I just feel like my parents kid. 'Gonna go call my brothers.
Deep thoughts and reminisces in this neck of Myelomaville today. And a lot of gratitude.
Be well! Sean
I am also mindful today of the anniversary of the passing of my mother. 23 years ago, at the age of 55, Mom died from complications of Multiple Sclerosis. The disease robbed this bright, active woman of so much. She was bedridden for several years, but she never lost her fight and her spirit. I also saw my dad, a tough, salty, career Military man, serve as an incredible example of a superb caregiver for my mom. He left us in April '99, at 67 years of age, after a two year bought with prostate cancer. I miss them both dearly.Sadly, my father-in-law passed from prostate cancer a few years after my dad. Do I have to tell you how much I hate cancer?
Even at 51, today I just feel like my parents kid. 'Gonna go call my brothers.
Deep thoughts and reminisces in this neck of Myelomaville today. And a lot of gratitude.
Be well! Sean
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
The Luck of the Irish!
Karen and I sauntered over to the Cancer Center in Branson this afternoon so that I could have my weekly maintenance chemotherapy treatment (#18 of 156). Because our local school district is enjoying a week of rainy, 40 degree Spring Break, Karen, the local elementary music teacher, was able to come with me for the first time. She especially enjoyed the super-duper, feature rich, over stuffed recliners, the pull down TVs and, of course the engaging, ultra friendly Infusion Nurses. She's seen a lot of chemo treatments in the last sixteen months, and this was a nice visit.
Karen and our two daughters baked some special St. Patrick's Day cookies for the staff and fellow patients and their delicious mint and chocolate delights were a hit. I only ate one. Of course it was after my large panel of blood tests - don't want to drive up that Glucose score! I think the dex I take on chemo day does a good job of elevating those numbers already. BTW Glucose came back at 96 - everything else was good, as well.
The big surprise was that all of the names of the Center's chemo patients were dropped into a box and one lucky winner was drawn to receive a St. Patrick's day treat. And wouldn't ya' know it (how do you write in an Irish brogue?) yours truly, an honest to goodness Irish American laddie, won the prize.
It was a shiny Irish Bowler Derby hat filled with lots of sweet goodies that neither of us really needed. We'll give them to the kids - get your hands off that Snickers Bar, Katie! There was also a Kelley Green coffee thermos (for Irish coffee, maybe?) and some nifty sunglasses. Thanks guys!
Here's an old Irish proverb for the fabulous ONC/RNs: May the wind be always at your back, the sun warm on your face, may your friends always be at arm's reach and your Lord even closer. And if I might add: May all of your Irish American Myeloma patients stay in remission for years and years and years! HA! Can't say that I wouldn't mind becoming an old Irish American!
Life is good right now in this part of the Village of Myelomaville. Happy St. Paddy's Day to you!
Sean
Karen and our two daughters baked some special St. Patrick's Day cookies for the staff and fellow patients and their delicious mint and chocolate delights were a hit. I only ate one. Of course it was after my large panel of blood tests - don't want to drive up that Glucose score! I think the dex I take on chemo day does a good job of elevating those numbers already. BTW Glucose came back at 96 - everything else was good, as well.
The big surprise was that all of the names of the Center's chemo patients were dropped into a box and one lucky winner was drawn to receive a St. Patrick's day treat. And wouldn't ya' know it (how do you write in an Irish brogue?) yours truly, an honest to goodness Irish American laddie, won the prize.
It was a shiny Irish Bowler Derby hat filled with lots of sweet goodies that neither of us really needed. We'll give them to the kids - get your hands off that Snickers Bar, Katie! There was also a Kelley Green coffee thermos (for Irish coffee, maybe?) and some nifty sunglasses. Thanks guys!
Here's an old Irish proverb for the fabulous ONC/RNs: May the wind be always at your back, the sun warm on your face, may your friends always be at arm's reach and your Lord even closer. And if I might add: May all of your Irish American Myeloma patients stay in remission for years and years and years! HA! Can't say that I wouldn't mind becoming an old Irish American!
Life is good right now in this part of the Village of Myelomaville. Happy St. Paddy's Day to you!
Sean
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
It's the Little Things
Having been away from home from late 2008 through 2009 during my cancer treatment, I missed lots of the 'little' things that happen everyday within the family. This morning I had the great fun to take my youngest daughter Elizabeth to get her hair cut. She is a very cute six now -we adopted her when she was almost two years old.
The second photo is the picture Karen and I received in 2005 when we found out that Liz (then Guo Yan Wei) was available for adoption. Look at her! How could we say no? She's come such a long way from that scared two year old to the kindergarten dynamo that she is today!
I'm reminded of the song 'Turn Around' made famous by various artists including Diana Ross, Harry Belafonte and the Kingston Trio. You know the words:
Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own
Turn around and you’re two,
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door.
The kids are growing up so fast! I'm not going to let Myeloma get the upper hand and make me miss the precious 'little' things that happen everyday. They are far too important. And far too fun!
See you around Myelomaville!
Lizzie walked over to the chair, slowly climbed up and shyly asked her hairdresser to 'leave it just off the shoulders, shape it in the back with a little curl and clean up the bangs, please.' I guess she knows what she wants! She also had a deluxe shampoo to wash out the temporary pink hair dye that she was sporting from a home beauty session the night before.
The second photo is the picture Karen and I received in 2005 when we found out that Liz (then Guo Yan Wei) was available for adoption. Look at her! How could we say no? She's come such a long way from that scared two year old to the kindergarten dynamo that she is today! I'm reminded of the song 'Turn Around' made famous by various artists including Diana Ross, Harry Belafonte and the Kingston Trio. You know the words:
Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own
Turn around and you’re two,
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door.
(c) 1957 CHERRY LANE MUSIC PUBLISHING CO INC & Reynolds, Greene and Belafonte
The kids are growing up so fast! I'm not going to let Myeloma get the upper hand and make me miss the precious 'little' things that happen everyday. They are far too important. And far too fun!
See you around Myelomaville!
Monday, March 15, 2010
In a Flash!
If you are like me, you can probably think of instances in your life when everything seemingly changed in the lightning flash of a split second.
Maybe it happened when that one-in-a-million girl eased her way into the crowded room at a party. Your eyes met, she mesmerized you with a dazzling thousand watt smile, the world around you ceased to exist and you were instantly made slave to her every beck and call. In my case, I've been under the magical spell of my wife for the last twenty or so years - and I've loved every minute of it!
Or maybe your life changed the moment you heard your newborn cry for the very first time. In ways too astounding to contemplate, you knew that an amazing adventure lay ahead of you.
These quick-change moments aren't always happy things, though. In the matter of a few seconds, a family is devastated because of a tragic automobile accident. A soldier, wearing a crisp dress uniform, steps onto your porch to tell you that your son has perished in war, bravely defending those unable to defend themselves. A call from your Grandma comes in the middle of the night to tell you that your beloved Granddad has passed on.
'I'm sorry to tell you this, Mr. Murray, but I believe that you have cancer. And, unfortunately, it looks like it is an incurable cancer of the bone marrow called Multiple Myeloma.'
I looked over at my wife and her thousand watt smile was gone. We were facing a disease that neither of us had even heard of.
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