The hard news…

I think I am the kind of person that can’t ever be fully comfortable when life is going generally well. I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I this goes back to my feeling worthy of good things. And that is another topic. But living with this wariness does cut back on joy and I know this. And inevitably because this is life – the shoe is going to drop. 

And that is precisely what has happened to us. My health, strong, sweet , best friend, husband of almost 23 years ,was diagnosed with cancer. I can hardly stand to write this post. I can barely except what is happening. 

 I never expected the shit show to befall Kevin. I was the one who had cancer almost 9 years ago, I was the one who had chronic pain issues and multiple surgeries after..I was the one prior to cancer who had bad anxiety, auto-immune disease and other maladies. Kevin was the guy whose doctors were in awe of his health, never having much of anything wrong.  Knees surgery for a patella tear, eye surgery to correct his terrible near sightedness, a few lipomas removes, a basal cell here and there and last spring what was called localized rare cancerous lesion on his upper back (but now -bc we have had all his records pulled- was shown to be benign on the pathology report) his track record was pretty good for a man almost 60 years young- until it wasn’t.

What began as overall “just not feeling my usual energy” – and he saw his doctor for this – bloodwork good – then he felt a bit better – eventually led to stomach issues that were very uncomfortable. Thankfully his doctor was listening – he saw a healthy man – even on all the bloodwork- but he heard someone who just felt off. AND he agreed with my suggestion that Kevin should have a test for H-Pylori (a stomach bacteria responsible for ulcers) as he had all the symptoms- and also at least a chest CT. The doc did better and ordered CTs of the chest and abdomen.

H- Pylori’s standard treatment is a bear… 2 antibiotics and bismuth (think pesto – bismal) and a drug like Nexium – multiple times a day for 14 days. I am all for the natural way to go with this but Kevin suffered through his standard drug regime and lost ten lbs bc one of the drugs made him so ill. There was not another drug option because of past antibiotic treatment that can make the H-Pylori resistant to things previously used. So he pushed through it. And he now is taking some natural things to further help keep that bug at bay.

In the meantime he had the CTs a few days apart..I think n Kevin’s mind and the doctors this was just as a precaution- bc we had found the thing that was making him feel bad- the H-Pylori – which comes with stomach issues and fatigue and other systemic symptoms with can vary for human to human. I thought the CTs were a good thing to have to reassure us all was ok. And yet something kept niggling at me – so I really would not let him put this off. 

When the first CT result came back that he had a large liver lesion his doctor felt sure was a benign hemangioma – but when I read the radiology report the radiologist wasn’t so sure. The niggling kept up. The next CT came back seeing the same thing and a small stress fracture on the spine. That radiologist was concerned this was possibly malignancy. WTF? 

My stress levels went through the roof. My fingers googled. I hated what I read. The doctor recommended an MRI. He still feel that because Kevin’s liver numbers were normal that this could not be liver cancer. There was an MRI- with still no definitive diagnosis. But something kept nagging at me. 

He then was directed to consult with a GI doctor who went over the MRI and even he felt this was all so odd. He wasn’t worried about the spine as it want mentioned on the liver MRI as anything but normal.  But he ran some bloodwork for liver tumor markers and they came back normal. A liver biopsy was then recommended. This was getting real. 

Kevin had that biopsy in early February. It took nearly 9 agonizing business days for any pathology to come back and the first report was still unclear- but it was looking like cancer but not primary to the liver – and some type of skin cancer was noted as being possible in the pathology report but the report needed to go to an expert hospital and we were told that was going to be Hopkins. Which was good because we wanted Kevin to be seen there.

We were scrambling to get into Johns Hopkins and were directed to the liver cancer center not realizing they only deal with the primary liver cancers. We were moved over to the skin cancer dept. and after more waiting things began to move.

For some reason his liver biopsy landed at Mayo Clinic and not at Hopkins which caused some delay – which frustrated me – as we needed to get to the cancer team asap. Kevin’s pathology came finally in from MAYO which said strongly this was melanoma. Holy crap. After a PET scan,  Kevin saw an amazing Dermatologist expert at Hopkins and he looked for a primary melanoma and told Kevin had he not know why Kevin was there he would have said “see you in a year” – his skin was fine. This doctor was so compassionate and made some calls and got the ball rolling and we quickly had an appt days later with the skin cancer team at Johns Hopkins.  

So how does this happen? We get our bodies checked by a dermo yearly- was there something missed? You go straight to metastatic melanoma? (I feel sick typing this).  This doesn’t seem normal. Sadly it is – in a small number of cases – I have read 2-9 percent of metastatic melanomas present without a primary tumor. The oncologist at Hopkins told us it is more common than that (and maybe more common at Hopkins since it is a research and teaching hospital so they likely see more rare cases). The lesions apparently can present on the skin but the body fights them off leaving small cancer cells to replicate inside the body. Anyway looks like this is what Kevin has. His PET showed the lesion on the liver and a probable area or two on the spine. He has had back stiffness for a while so this could be why he has a “stress” fracture in his back. He has a brain MRI this week. 

From Mayo experts to Hopkins pathology experts – his slides will be well researched. Hopkins is also looking at the slides from the lesion that I mentioned above from last spring too. Just to rule out any misread pathology.

While I want to spare this post from most of my emotions – I will say I have wanted to find someone to blame- someone to hate….In some moments I hate everyone and everything. I can’t even describe the feeling it just comes over me – I am so angered and gutted. This is the second time we have had to tell our children one of their parents has cancer. Once is hard enough…twice? Come on! 

But now I am putting that hate and despair aside as best I can (one second at a time, one minute at a time…) so I can walk this walk with Kevin who has to fight the fight to beat this beast. He did that for me. I need to do this for him. And how is Kevin feeling?  Well he is shocked at his body- he is puzzled by the betrayal. He feels dazed somewhat but he as always has the amazing positive spirit. He says he feels up to this challenge. He never pities himself or if he does he wallows there for a very short time and then moves forward. I know from experience that you find some amazing inner strength to take each step.

He now has the benefits of being able to get immunotherapy It is well studied on melanoma but there are no long term study data available as yet –  thus far the only study data they have is 6 1/2 years out from inception and those results show much better prognosis than before this option was offered. So that is a blessing- that gives us hope. It also doesn’t destroy the body as chemo can. It helps the bodies immune system to wake up. There are side effects and they can varying in severity. All we can do is take it one day at a time – one treatment at a time. 

He has begun treatment. Two days ago we reported to the wonderful very nice infusion area of Johns Hopkins new cancer center. Kevin received his first dose of two immunotherapy drugs. He will do this protocol every three weeks for three more treatments -if he doesn’t have severe side effects. After that it is monthly treatments with one drug – and it can be ongoing as long as the body tolerates it. He will be scanned again in May or June we suspect. 

Thus far , after treatment one, he has had mild effects of fatigue and maybe mild fever with some chills. He wants to try to keep his routine with animal chores and he wants to be able to workout  – though he has been told he can only workout mild to moderately. But I know how much being able to continue to do things is important. 

We are trying to get weight on him again and he is eating many times a day. We have also changed our diets to better eating habits – though we already ate fairly well so it is not a hard change to make really. Less processed stuff more whole foods. Less meat.  He met with an integrative doctor as well. I think this is a needed part of the team to help guide Kevin in his recovery. 

One day a few weeks ago I found myself walking in the field behind our house – I was pinching myself willing myself to awaken from this nightmare. Of course this was reality and this was our next thing. Sadly too many people have been through this. Some like us more than once. I read a staggering stat last week that cancer now occurs in one out of every three people! And soon it may go to one out of every two. This seems untenable to me. Where are we going wrong?  

I guess in the days, weeks, and months ahead I will share more on how Kevin is doing. I know there has been so much concern. I want to thank all who reached out and have prayed, sent good vibes, made meals, gave encouragement etc.  I didn’t mean to be vague about his diagnosis – it is just hard to for me to share. 

And I again I mean it – it takes a village. And right now we are fine as far as needs. He won’t be getting surgery at this point as I once thought. But I will be sure to shout out if we need anything. Blessings and love to you – from Kevin and me. 

Acts of Kindness- my Virginia story

I found out today that a very special person who touched my life passed away. I had lost touch with her over the last couple years and I missed the announcement of her passing last September. I just saw it today- I don’t know how I missed it on her Facebook page. Her name was Virginia. She was 88. She was a vibrant and active lady up until a year or two ago when she fell and hurt herself and went into assisted living. Her daughter wrote that was very hard for her to go there and then Covid hit and that was very hard for her in her decline.

Her husband, love of her life, had passed a number of before we met. She often posted about him on Facebook – it was clear she missed him very much. I picture her with him now. She loved milkshakes – a particular orange one from McDonalds I think I recall. I picture her sipping one as she sits with her beloved on a bench in heaven.

Virginia and I met not by chance. It was an act of divine intervention- and that meeting made a huge difference when I was going through a very hard time.

Two days before we met I had just discovered that I had breast cancer. I was 49. I had three young teenagers. And a wonderful husband- who from the moment we got that news and sat shellshocked on our bedroom floor as I was babbling and crying all at once- was nothing but a firm rock for me to hang on to. I had so much to live for and I was so scared. I didn’t know how to face this thing. I sunk into quite a pit of despair.

On the Sunday after that diagnosis I felt I needed to go to church to pray. I could not face the service that was going on so I went into the chapel. I wept and I prayed for help…I prayed that God put the people in my path that could help me out of despair. Many things happened as a result of this and as I recall them now I am still shocked at how the Divine listens.

After I was done praying in the chapel I felt like I could slip into the service if we went into the upper loft. As we made our way into the loft area above the crowds I heard my name called over the loud speaker. That was random I thought – how odd that I walked in as my name was being mentioned. Well maybe not so random. When I heard my name, I looked up and I saw many faces looking up towards our seats (we sat in the loft most Sunday’s- people get to know your seat patterns!)they were in the midst of prayer requests- someone had put one in for me. I still to this day don’t know who it was and it was so kind. I had posted of my diagnosis on Facebook just before we left for church that day. I really didn’t want to post anything but in my despair I honestly felt like I was being compelled to do so. I am sure the prayer request came from a friend in church who saw my post. And the Facebook posting led to so many other amazing connections that ended up helping me so much in such a bad time.

We stayed to the end of the service and we were walking to the exit of the building I saw a very tall, well dressed older woman coming in. We had never met but I had seen her in the church building before. I looked at her just to nod and say a friendly hello but she stopped and said “are you Anne Sweeney?”. I was taken aback she knew me by name and I said “yes” and she then introduced herself as Virginia N. I knew her name as she was a long time member of the church and her name came up often. She was a very well loved and admired person. I could tell that from the way people spoke about her. I was glad to be meeting her but I was in no mental shape to chat.

She began to compliment me on my writing. At the time I was writing a column for the church newsletter. I was very appreciative of her words. I had only recently put my words out into the world and I was always unsure if I was doing a decent job. Later I would find out she had been a media specialist for 41 years in the county school system and so that compliment was even more special!

I thanked her for her kind words and told her I might be taking some time off on my column as I had just been diagnosed with breast cancer. She just looked straight into my eyes and said she had fought breast cancer 7 years before (I think that was the number of years). I can’t remember all the words she said after that because I was in such a bad place. But I do remember not feeling so alone and connection was made. As we ended the conversation she asked if she could give me a hug. I thought that sounded like a nice thing – so we hugged. What a sweet and kind a comforting thing to do for someone you just met. That meeting was no accident!

I left the church feeling like maybe there was a way back to the light. Back to the fight I was going to face.

Virginia and I became Facebook friends and we would message each other and she would check in on me as I went through my surgery and recovery. When I was going to be facing radiation she left me a message to go to the church office where she regularly volunteered and pick up something she left for me. I was so surprised to see a basket that contained lots of wrapped goodies each numbered up to 35- the number of days of radiation. The card on front said ‘Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful…” and a note said I was to open one per day after each treatment. What a special thing to do for someone.

Gifts from Virginia

The gifts were sweet and simple. A comb, a magazine, a gift card, something to eat. Each day I was so happy to be able to look forward to opening one of those gifts. It lifted me during a very hard time. It let me know someone out there loved me…she didn’t know me well…but she loved her neighbor enough to just want to make a difference in their very hard day. The love is what you feel in the gift. The contents are secondary to the love. That love is what we can pass on- and pay forward.

I completed my cancer treatments and my life went on. Virginia would keep in touch with me. Messaging me asking about my kids and husband. She kept in touch when I was dealing with more surgeries for chronic pain I developed from the cancer treatments.. She always had an encouraging word for me.

By then I wasn’t attending church. My pain issues were just too severe. And I must confess to not having been a church goer these last last few years even as my pain has been dialed back from surgeries. That is something I struggling with still- not my faith but with religion- but that is for another post. So because of this I didn’t see Virginia – I only connected with her via Facebook. We messaged less and less- and I knew she was having a hard time with pain herself. I knew something happened to her and she went to assisted living to rehab and I guess she never got back to her beloved home. But she went home to be with her God who she loved so and was so faithful to – and to be with her husband and the many friends who went before her.

My heart is heavy- she passed in September but I only just found out so for me it just happened today . Virginia was a very special lady. Those who knew her- and there are many- will tell you many stories about her. She had quick wit and a great kindness. She was strong. And she reached out to help a lady she didn’t know – God had our paths cross that day- we could have just nodded to each other and exchanged a pleasant hello as I walked out of the church. And had I left the chapel and not spent the last few minutes in the church service we may have never met. But I am so very glad we did meet.

My writing -which I have struggled with in this last year or two -was a catalyst to our connecting. How she knew my face I will never know. But I am glad we spoke that day. I will never forget her kindness to me and I hope I have paid it forward – I have tried – and will continue to- though I don’t think I will ever be quite as good at it as Miss Virginia was. I wish her a peaceful rest and I thank her for the gift of love and hope she gave me during one of the biggest challenges in my life. I will never forget you Virginia.

I wish for everyone to have Virginia story.