Constellation Cassieopia
Musings for this month. It’s been a whirlwind since I last wrote. Not even sure exactly where to start. My daughter and her boyfriend moved back home after college graduations to live with us for the next six months or so – lots of transitions and moving parts. Shortly after their arrival my daughter’s boyfriend went into the hospital with a ruptured appendix and we all had that as our focus for about a week.
We got to breathe for a couple of days and then on my birthday, On Monday, June 20, we woke up to Cassie, our 14-year-old beautiful mutt of a dog, drooling and panting, obviously in distress. “The kids” had made a beautiful birthday and Father’s Day breakfast for us which got lost in the upheaval. We had to grab food and eat on the run as we took Cassie to the emergency vet clinic.
We learned that Cassie had cancer on both her spleen and liver. It also appeared something had ruptured and she was bleeding into her abdomen. They gave her medication to keep her comfortable and to hopefully stop the bleeding and sent her home. She was comfortable that afternoon, through the night, and into the next morning.
When we woke, she was extremely lethargic. With any real movement or exertion, she would breathe heavily, pant, and drool. Around noon, Nils and I looked at each other, both wishing we had more time, knowing we didn’t. Kira came home from the farm at lunch, and we all spent the afternoon petting and laying with Cassie, giving her bites of anything she wanted to eat, crying, telling stories, saying goodbye.
We were lucky to find a vet who could come to our home to help us let Cassie finally rest. It was solstice, a day of transition that pulled on our hearts at with a deeper meaning this year. The day with the most light and the least dark is the day our girl chose to say goodbye. She was nothing but light in our lives and the lives of anyone who met her. Around 6 PM on Tuesday, June 21, sweet Cassiopeia Rain left us with cavernous and tender heartbreak. She also left us with the gift of 14 incredibly beautiful years.
I’m here now little over a week later still grieving and feeling the weight of loss on my heart. I hear her many times a day as a gentle exhale, tags rattling, nails on the floor. I look for her at the door to come inside or go out. She was my shadow and I feel her so nearby still.
Add to this the political landscape of my (and all women in this country’s) personhood and body becoming even more of a second-class citizen without autonomy, less restrictions on the unnecessary weapons of intimidation and murder in our communities, less legal ability of our government to fight devastating climate change, the insertion of religion into our school system-the merging of church and state in the context of our children’s learning – to name only the most potent of the gut punches of the last two weeks to an already stressed out, running on fumes body.
The Body Keeps the Score
I share this as a segue into my body and recovery. The body holds grief, stress, and trauma in its cells, in its tissue, in its fluids. This is true for all of us, whether we notice or not. Living with a chronic disease makes it impossible to not notice. All the challenged, vulnerable places become more intense; it amplifies the disconnects, it amplifies the tightness, it amplifies fatigue. It increases the heat, and it brings pain more to the surface, louder, more complaining.
That is been my body these last weeks. spasticity more intense, hip pain more, many things resonating at much higher, uncomfortable level.
The other factor that is hard to quantify is the degree that this increase, and rather sudden change, in spasticity is chemotherapy related. This is the theory I am choosing to invest in because of the way the spasticity is showing up; it is very different than what I had prior to treatment. With this theory in mind, it is also likely transient and will let up at some point, even though that “some point” could be eight months to a year.
My physiatrist is having me try different medications to find a cocktail that works to get my spasticity and pain better managed. I am becoming more patient and scientific with medications and anything else I am trying as an intervention. This means trying one thing at a time instead of throwing everything on it frantically, all at once, which has been my instinct when things are so uncomfortable. Pain makes it difficult to be patient.
My doctor’s first instinct was to figure out how to help me sleep better. Perhaps if I slept better, more deeply, would that help the symptoms quite down. We tried Valium 5 mg at nighttime. I think it maybe helped some, though not dramatically enough to feel excited or that it was worth it. I tried it for a week, then I did a week without it, then tried it for a couple more days. Maybe?
We are now trying gabapentin. This is an antiseizure medication commonly used for nerve pain. I am starting at 300 mg three times a day. I started on Monday evening and immediately felt benefit. I also felt more energy, more lightness. That held true the whole next day. Wednesday I instead felt a crush of fatigue, which is a common side effect of gabapentin, and I also felt less benefit.
It is now Thursday, and I am feeling somewhere in the middle. It is hard to tell if it is the gabapentin or two nights of poor sleep. So many complicating factors. I plan to give it a week at this dose and then begin to increment up. I’m optimistic based on the first couple of days. The upper limit of gabapentin is 1200 mg three times a day or a total of 3600 mg per day. All depends on how you tolerate the side effects. I am carefully weaving in the strains of cannabis have found make the most difference in trying to find that careful balance between benefit and “high as a kite”. I have also fully weaned off of tramadol at night for pain.
Something deeper?
Today I had a significant mind shift. I have been thinking, unconsciously and habitually (my Gemini nature?), of my body as something to be pushed, cajoled, tinkered with, fixed. I have schedules, routines, targets and goals, urgency, and desperation. This is an outside looking in perspective. I am doing things “to” my body with an ache to get back what I’ve lost and a grasping, time-is-running-out, energy.
I am not sure why today, but I stepped in to surrender (at least for now) and a quiet pause. Today I chose to relate to my body like I’m learning an instrument, or courting a lover, or making a new dear friend. This means slowing way-the-fuck-down to take stock. This means breathing deeply with each movement. This means sometimes leaning into pain with gentleness but also persistence. This means letting up when my body says “that’s enough”. This means being present enough to notice the difference.
This means no longer tracking repetitions or hours or exercises. This means getting down on the floor or sitting in a chair or standing against a wall and listening as my body says what’s next. It is a sacred humbling.
I had tears move through today as Cassie came into my mind and heart. A quiet moved into me as I felt things settling in to place. It feels like an important shift, like a caretaking, loving hand, a safe place. It feels like a place I don’t spend much time and it would serve me to learn this place better.
That is where I will leave this story for now.