Constance Ore is a retired Teacher, Choir Director, and Organist. And a formidable cook.

March 31, 2009

Filed under: — Constance at 4:34 pm on Tuesday, March 31, 2009


I have suffered a setback. As I reported before, I embarked on three separate rounds of five infusions of Vidaza with the hope of delaying or stopping the AML. I completed thirteen of the fifteen when in Thursday’s early morning hours my body shouted “Enough!” It began shortly after midnight with intestinal cramping which increased in intensity to the degree of “On a scale of one to ten” I felt to be at eleven or more and by 2:30 AM we were at the local emergency room with my entire focus narrowed to a desire for release from the pain. Hurry. Please. Soon. Since morphine gives me headaches, Demarol brought blessed oblivion. This time there was internal bleeding and I remained in the hospital until Saturday. Now I move pale and weakly through the hours, swallowing antibiotics, eating bananas, rice, applesauce and toast and healing very slowly. I will receive Aranesp and Neulasta and perhaps another blood transfusion in the coming days. The stress of the Chemotherapy will be at its greatest toward the end of this week, so after a few more days, I hope to be on the other side of this present situation.

And so spring advances – today there are low clouds moving rapidly overhead, and snow showers are accompanied by north winds. Since March did indeed come in like a lamb, all of the above was to be expected as the month exits with lion like roaring and blustering. We do know that these sayings do not become written on the foreheads of our cooperate memories on a whim. The different species of our summer birds are now arriving every other day – yesterday the cowbirds arrived, and the day before that the beautiful ring necked doves sat on top of the principle bird feeder seemingly pleased with what they surveyed. The clamor of the territorial bird song grows and we anticipate more in the days to come. This is the season of wonder at our Creator’s choice of sounds and colors. . . how does the daffodil sit through the iron soil of winter to emerge so bright and yellow and determined? It is always a new lesson in endurance and hope and it is joined by many such signs in the lengthening days of the coming season.

5 Comments

Comment by irene Beethe

March 31, 2009 @ 6:19 pm

Dear Connie,
What can I say? May God continue to sustain you through all this. His arms hold you so tightly, even through the pain. Love, hugs and prayers continue for you!
Irene

Comment by Jeff Parker

March 31, 2009 @ 9:52 pm

Connie,
Thoughts and prayers go with you as you travel this path. May God’s peace be with you!
Jeff

Comment by Heidi Ore

April 1, 2009 @ 6:18 am

Mom

I am so glad you are at home again and I am sorry you experienced “11”.

The “11” art in your blog is from a movie called Spinal Tap – a movie by Rob Reiner (A Mighty Wind) about mostly fictional band and their exhorts – the guitar player, Nigel Tufnel describes why he is a better guitar player than all the others which is to turn his amplifiers up to 11 (guitar and bass amplifiers go to 10). Its very funny though I have had some friends watch it an not get it. Jon and I roared.

The little park by Kira’s school is all awash in little woodland violets which turn the park blue – it is an excellent choice of color and a show of gentle determination in the face of the grip of winter.

Spring is here!

Comment by Tom Ramsey

April 1, 2009 @ 8:34 am

Connie…you are an amazing woman…you and many other cancer sufferers/chemo takers [and those with other chronic illnesses as well] continue to redefine what courage is all about. And, specifically, in your case, courage and faith. Thanks for sharing…you remain in my thoughts and prayers. God’s blessings…Jesus loves you…and so do I!…Tom

Comment by dick gale

April 1, 2009 @ 10:21 am

Hiya Daffodil!!!

Seems to me that there is a big chunk of daffodil in you — you continue to “sit through” (endure) “the iron soil of winter” (all the medical stuff including this latest severe pain round) “to emerge so bright and yellow and determined” (I’m not real sure about the yellow, but bright and determined is clearly there!).

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I thought of the nature writing part of you last weekend, when we spent several nights in Idyllwild, a small mountain (mile-high) town near Palm Springs. Even the freeway-close burned hillsides of several months ago are bright with mustard flowers. And, in the drive from Banning to Idyllwild, through what was a major fire several years ago, new green blots much of the still charred branches.

take care, and know that susan and I are thoughtfully and prayerfully with you people (and dog!!) through all of this

dick and susan gale

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