I’ve been trying to process the awful news that my dad has multiple myeloma. We all want to be strong for each other, but this weekend I have been crying quite a bit as my dad gets ready to start chemotherapy.
One of my dearest, closest friends also has multiple myeloma and after seeing what it’s done to her, I just can’t stand this. Well, she also has other factors such as diabetes, high blood pressure, asthma, and more, but we have had her over every Christmas for years, including since her diagnosis, and watched her as she suffers. The cancer itself makes her puke her guts out. Add chemo and it’s even worse. Right now her cancer is “slumbering”, but it doesn’t go into remission. She and my dad will never hear the words, “You are cancer free.” You can stop its progress for a while.
This wasn’t a total surprise because abnormal protein showed up in my dad’s blood just like my friend. It makes your kidneys work extra hard, which makes one exhausted. The doctor said it could develop into multiple myeloma, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon. He has to be on a low sodium/low protein diet and this man loves bacon and eggs for breakfast. It’s the only thing I’ve ever seen him cook besides BBQing some things and making microwaved vegetables.
The unknown is scary. Maybe he’ll surprise us and the chemo won’t be as bad as we fear?
He’s going to lose his trademark mustache. I think the last time he shaved it off was when I was 4. I said, “Daddy! You took your mustache off! Put if back on. Right now!” His 70th birthday was mustache themed.
There are worse things than losing hair though. It could cause tingling in his hands, which would affect his guitar playing. That is his passion. My dad has a lot of life left in him. He has kept himself healthy and pretty active. He has been taking care of his mother multiple times per week and she was recently put on a hospice program. I don’t know when he’ll be able to go over there again, but I’m planning on making weekly visits if possible.
My mom has health problems aggravated by stress. I worry about her just as much as I do my dad.
My parents have done so much for us and gave me and my siblings a pretty wonderful childhood even when they were worried at times about how to make ends meet. I’m so grateful for them and I need to take care of my health too so I can help them as much as possible. I have to somehow not become sick with worry myself, which I am prone to.
Humor is my coping mechanism. I will continue to use it, but it doesn’t mean everything is OK. I just have to stay well and I’ve been trying to get well since around September. I have mostly recovered from a flare-up, but not quite.
I know I am not alone. So many families have gone through this. Please share your thoughts with me. Also, if you have any good ideas for low sodium/low protein recipes that taste good, I would be grateful to have them.