Barbara's Ovarian Cancer Story, Part III

Happy Thanksgiving 2006fighting for your life. Yet sometimes those small
Barbara's continued Ovarian Cancer Story:things make a difference in quality of life. I felt
It's been two years since my last article and Ithat I looked healthier and "normal" and that
have a lot to share with you. Presently, I'm sittingtranslated into not feeling like a cancer patient.
in my cozy little office/guest room, in my cozyThe new year brought new resolution to finally
house on Whidbey Island, Washington.make our plans to retire and move. My labs were
Rosie-the-cat is reclining on the windowsill andgood, my scans were clear and we moved to
we're both staring out at the wind-whipped treesWhidbey Island in May. We've been involved in
and billowing, dark clouds being blown across theprojects ever since.
sky. It's very beautiful and I'm very grateful to beFirst on the agenda was painting the inside and
here!the outside of the house. Just as John and I have
At my last writing, I had just completed eightbeen a good team in my healing process, we've
cycles of heavy-duty chemotherapy formade a good team in working on our home. And
advanced ovarian cancer and was in remission,it's been fun! We dug a garden using picks and
ready to celebrate a very special Thanksgivingshovels. We built planter boxes and created a Zen
with my family. (See articles 1 and 2 on therock garden; we yanked out a huge juniper bush
"articles" page at Those holidays were wonderful.and planted roses and dahlias. At the end of the
I felt healthy, had hair, was working and exercisingday we collapsed into recliners with such a good
and planning my retirement date, (Septemberfeeling of accomplishment. I've never used my
2005), and subsequent move to our home inmuscles like that before. I'd be exhausted by
Washington. Being an inveterate planner/list-maker8pm-it was such a good kind of tired. One of my
and worrier, I organized the retirement and movefavorite activities was sitting in the dirt, pulling
to within an inch of its life. I knew when my lastweeds. The sun on my shoulders, eagles soaring
day of work would be; how much vacation time Ioverhead, the smell of earth and flowers and
had on the books and what day we'd be packinggrowing things became a huge part of my healing
up. John made his plans to close his office andprocess. I visualized my immune system plucking
relocate his business. We were done with cancerout and "disappearing" any unhealthy cells from
and ready to move on! Well, as we all know, lifemy body with each weed I pulled. Working in the
has a way of not always going according to plan.garden has become a wonderful meditation for
We were about to be thrown a real curve-ball.me. I clear my mind and totally focus on the task
In March, we took a great trip to Arizona toat hand. Learning how to live in the moment is an
celebrate my birthday. On the drive from Phoenixongoing lesson, and I have to continually find a
to Bisbee to visit friends, we marveled at the lushbalance between artful planning and my natural
green desert, abloom with flowers after recenttendency to organize the future. I've learned a
rains. Locals told us that this beauty lasted aboutgreater appreciation of each sunrise and sunset. I
two weeks before fading to gold and brown, andnotice the rhythm of my breathing and muscle
people had learned not to take it for granted.movement when I walk and hike. I take time to
Well, that's true about anything, isn't it?pick up interesting bits of wood from the beach
The day after we returned from our vacation, aand decorate my garden with them. I revel in the
message on the answering machine said a newlove of my family and dear friends. I consciously
suspicious mass had been found on my mostpractice NOT taking anything for granted and I
recent CT scan, the one I had done before wetry to live each moment joyfully. I have a
left for Arizona. I was devastated and furious andfavorite mantra that I recite to myself on my
terrified! I ranted and I raved and I screamed,daily walks. "thank you for all the blessings I
scaring John and the cat. What about my plans?enjoy; thank you for my health today; thank you
My retirement? Moving to my new home? Whatfor my family and friends; thank you for allowing
about my life? I don't want more surgery, moreme to spend time in this beautiful place; thank you
chemo! I don't want to lose my hair again! I feelfor the gift of life! And wouldn't it be very, very
fine and healthy- how can this be happeningnice if abundance cascades into my life and into
AGAIN? I had taken for granted that the firstthose I love-abundance of health-physical,
surgery and chemo had worked and I was cured.emotional and spiritual; and financial abundance.
But in fact, 70-90% of people have recurrence atI wish I could say that with all the meditation and
some point in time. I just didn't think I would bemantras, I now lead a joyful, positive life. The
one of them. I had to completely let go of mytruth is that I have my ups and downs; my
carefully orchestrated master-plan and face thisincredibly joyful moments along with times of
challenge head on.fear, sadness and anger. I go into worry-mode
June found me back at UCSF for major surgerywhen it's time for lab work and waiting for results.
for removal of a tumor that was very close, butI get fearful about any new ache or pain (does
not on, the liver. Because ovarian cancer cells tendthis mean the cancer is back?) I vacillate between
to migrate to the spleen and gallbladder, they alsoshould I go ahead and spend money on redoing
removed those organs. I was lucky to havethe kitchen now or keep that money in savings a
access to one of the best surgeons in thelittle longer. Sometimes I feel caught between
country and post-op reports stated that they hadliving in the moment and wanting to plan future
completely removed all the cancer! I used all theprojects for next year, two years from now,
same tools to prepare pre op and postoperativelyfive years from now. And I still get angry that
as I had for my first surgery and my recoverythis happened to me, even though I've learned
was good. I was home in five days and back tomany lessons in the past few years. One of the
work in five weeks. I started chemo in July.main lessons I'm starting to grasp is that life is an
On December 1, 2005, I had my last chemo cycle.act of faith. When I was planting the garden, I
Other than a very low blood count (I was verymostly put in vegetables and flowers that would
anemic and my white count was very low), Ireward me with bouquets and crops right away.
tolerated the treatments fairly well. Acupuncture,My act of faith in the future was planting a cherry
visualization, exercise and supplements all playedtree. My daily prayer is that I'll be around to enjoy
an important part in my work to stay as strongthe blossoms and pluck the cherries.
and healthy as possible. My hair thinnedThis year we will celebrate Thanksgiving in our
considerably, but I didn't have to wear wigs ornew home. We'll share our gratitude with friends
cover-ups. With the particular drug regimen I wasand family; we'll feast and watch football; and we'll
on, there is a 60% chance of hair loss. Beforetoast to health, happiness and prosperity. The
treatments started, I researched the web forgarden hibernates now beneath a blanket of red
any products that might minimize this side effect.and gold leaves. The tulips, daffodils and hyacinths
I found a product called E.V.P.3 Chemaid. TheI planted last week rest and wait until it's their
website is: It provides good information andtime to burst forth into colorful splendor. And I
research so I decided to give it a try. I don'trest, write, clean closets and enjoy indoor
know if it was the chemaid, the different type ofprojects as I wait for spring, when I'll burst out to
drugs regimen and dosage, supplements or all ofnurture and be nurtured in my garden.
the above, but I kept the majority of my hair.Here's to rainy days and warm fires NOW and
Seems like such a minor thing when you aredigging in the dirt in the FUTURE.