I know updates to EveryDayLeft are less than frequent and even less scheduled. This is my fault (husband reporter), and chiefly for two reasons:
1. Life — it won’t stop happening for even a minute; and
2. I really don’t want to speak for Karyn any more than necessary. She has always had a direct relationship with you wonderful folks and I don’t want to get in between you. What can I say? I’m just not the jealous type. Therefore, I’ve always felt a need to write as little as possible.
Still, when we hear from multiple people asking how Karyn is doing, and outright telling me it’s about damn time to write, I listen.
The latest for Karyn is that it’s been rough, to be honest. Headaches are have mercifully been less frequent (great news), but they do cluster around Avastin infusions. That’s ironic, considering Avastin is supposed to help with headaches that might be caused by intracranial pressure. A big issue of late is that energy has been low. Whereas a nasty headache would keep Karyn inside for much of the day, fatigue is now doing that. We walked around the block last weekend, and that was great, but it was the first long walk she’d taken in quite a while.
Dealing with background noise and visual stimuli has become more difficult, to the point where concentration on a conversation or task is easily broken by nearly anything in the environment: music; talking in another room; someone walking by; the dog scratching his ear; etc. It means trying to keep things quiet and still whenever possible. As you can imagine, the natural kinetic energy of two kids, a Jack Russell terrier and me (officially part of the problem) make “whenever possible” largely impossible.
On top of that, Karyn’s ability to communicate has been diminishing. For someone so articulate, witty and with such impressive writing skills, this is heartbreaking. She starts to say something, and the words get caught on their way out. In trying to push them out, the whole thought evaporates. Trying to write it down is no better. It’s like there’s massive construction on the communication pathways, and very few words can get passed the flagman before the sign gets turned to “Stop.”
This was the state of affairs leading into last week’s MRI, and that had us dreading the results. So — and this is me burying the lede — you can imagine our happy surprise when the doctor said the scan looked “really good.” He said it hadn’t changed much since the one in February, which means radiation did what we hoped it would: Tumor growth has, at least for now, stalled. Totes amazeballs, right?
It really is great news, but it left us without an explanation for the increase in symptoms. If the difficulties are caused by her radiation treatments (radiation is, after all, the gift that keeps on giving), they may be here for a while as Karyn’s brain heals. Her steroid dose also increased, and that slightly improved her language for a couple days, but it hasn’t lasted. “Frustrated” only begins to capture the feeling. Other “f” words also come to mind.
We’re staying in touch with her amazing team of doctors and wizards to discuss other options. Ritalin might be something that helps with fatigue and thus language. It’s always harder to communicate when exhausted. We are hopeful this is just another bump in a road that has already been pretty bumpy. Good thing Karyn is equipped with those heavy-duty badassery shocks.