More good news

We met with the surgeon on Wednesday, December 5. Sure enough, he was a bit off-putting at first — interrupting, not seeming to listen much — but by the time the consult was done, Sweetie and I decided he was a really interesting (and forceful!) character, and a trustworthy doctor. He was generously forthcoming with information, and cautiously optimistic about the outcome on the enlarged lymph node. (Also, unexpectedly and gently sympathetic about my tubal pregnancies in the 1980s — I’ve never experienced that with any other physician.) Biopsy surgery was set for the following Monday. Pre-surgical testing took up most of that Friday. On Monday morning I had a slightly sore throat, and we overslept a bit, but it was on with the show .

Wilson is not my favorite of the local/regional hospitals, but that’s where the surgeon practices. Pre-surgery, I felt well cared for by the nurses and the anestheseologist.  Sweetie stayed by me as long as he was allowed, and I was so glad to have him there. The procedure was pretty grisly — he made a 2″ cut in my neck, center-front, just over the collar bones, and inserted camera and sampler behind my sternum, down to the lymph node, took samples, then pulled everything out, and glued and bandaged my neck back together. Luckily it was under general anesthesia. They sent me home the same afternoon. The bruising and glue at the wound are pretty ugly (I took the bandage off on Thursday, as instructed), but I had pain for only a couple of days. I also came down with a bad cold on Tuesday.

BUT — there was no cancer in the lymph node!

Had there been cancer, surgery wouldn’t be an option. That means my oncologist and I have to come to a decision about whether I should have lung surgery (a really major undertaking) or continue some form of chemotherapy with radiation. The surgeon seems to favor surgery (no surprise, right?) but wants a cardiac work-up first, since I’m overweight and have a long family history of serious heart problems. He referred me to a cardiologist in his practice, who we’ve already seen… and who I don’t care for at all. But on with the testing — if it turns out that I do need a cardiologist in the future, it won’t be this guy.

I see my oncologist on Christmas Eve.


Next steps in the healing process

I saw my pulmonologist — the physician who found my cancer in the first place — on November 12, and he was upbeat. Delighted to see the report of the benign ovarian tumor, and pleased with the CPAP reports. My oncologist — with whom he’d gotten me the first appointment — is, he said, “the very best,” and he’s optimistic about my outcome. Finally, I thanked him for finding my lung cancer in the first place, with an aggressive series of tests.

Following a CT scan last week, I saw my oncologist three days ago — there’s no BAD news. Nothing has gotten worse… or better. He wants me to get a biopsy of the enlarged lymph node in my chest, to see if it’s malignant. Statistically, chances are that it is. But he’s hopeful that it’s not, because, as he said, “so far we’ve found that you’re not as sick as we thought you were.” (However, I’m still considered Stage 3.)

The thoracic surgeon’s office called yesterday with a schedule for a consult on the biopsy procedure — that will be the fifth of December, next week. I’d initially seen a surgeon in the same office — a physician both my husband and I felt good about — but he’s since left town to be closer to family in California. So I’ll be seeing a highly experienced physician my oncologist greatly respects, though he has some misgivings about the man’s personality — “people either love him or hate him”. We have yet to schedule the actual biopsy — an outpatient procedure done under general anesthesia. Beyond that, we’re most likely looking at modified chemo, plus radiation. Lung surgery is a possibility, down the road, but the oncologist isn’t sure at this point that it would be useful.

If the surgeon doesn’t seem helpful, we’ll seek a second opinion.

And meanwhile, I’ve pulled my lower back, twisting and bending in a bad way. Treating the spasms with capsaicin and naproxen — I surely wish my acupuncturist hadn’t left town!

Waiting to heal

So there were no malignancies found during my abdominal surgery — such a relief! — and now, not quite three weeks out, the laparoscopic incisions are healing. I’ve had a post-op check-up with the gynecological oncologist in Syracuse (hardly worth the 60-mile trip — she barely looked at my surgical sites, didn’t even touch me, just chatted about what she did and didn’t find during surgery — but she did have admiring words to say about my oncologist here) and a consultation with my Binghamton oncologist. I’ll be having a CT scan on the 20th, to see what’s happening with the lung tumor, and then he’ll come up with a plan for further treatment, depending on what the scan shows. There are a couple of possible paths: extended modified chemo, radiation, lung surgery, or a combination of all or some of those. Meanwhile, I tire easily (as always, these days!) and my cough seems to have worsened. Trying to push myself a bit — I am SO fat and out of shape — but also give myself time to heal from the surgery; the official timeline is six weeks. And I still ache internally. It’s a fine line to tread. Am I being lazy, wise, or self-indulgent? So hard to tell.

Silver linings

“I understand you had an adventure yesterday,” my brother said when he called this evening. Why yes, I did. Sweetie and I made an early-morning road trip to Crouse Memorial Hospital in Syracuse, and I had laparoscopic surgery — a hysterectomy and an oophorectomy (uterus and ovary), and a look-see at my lower bowel.

The good news: NO malignancies, and nothing to be seen on the bowel (it seems the PET-scan anomaly was simply an anomaly — a scan artifact). No large incision. No long-term stay dilemma for Sweetie. What this means: no bowel re-sectioning, no ovarian cancer, no metastasis of the lung cancer. All good news!

As I understand it, this means a possibility of surgery for the lung tumor since it isn’t wide-spread. Or, alternatively, long term chemotherapy. But first, we wait. Six weeks before any chemo, and a shorter time for recovery from the surgery itself.

…and forward.

So it seems I’ve finished (for now) with chemotherapy. Today I saw a gynecological oncologist in Syracuse for the hot-spot in/around my left half-ovary, and she’s scheduled me for surgery this coming Thursday, October 18. Yikes! There’s also a CT- and PET-scan anomaly in my lower bowel which will be evaluated — and perhaps surgically removed — then. She’s bringing in another surgeon for that part.

How long will I be under anesthesia and on the table? We don’t know yet. And how long will I be in the hospital at Crouse? We don’t know that yet either. Not do we know where my sweetie will be staying for all of this. But he insisted we bring CDs and reports of all the latest tests from Lourdes — although Broome Oncology had sent my records — and that helped. I’d had a CT-scan since those records had been sent.

Last night we had a mini-vacation at the Genesee Grande Hotel — around the corner from the doctor’s office building and Crouse Hospital — which was a bit difficult and disappointing, but altogether relaxing.

So, the results of my appointment:

We do know that I’ll be having a complete hysterectomy — whatever is left from my two tubal pregnancies in the mid-eighties — and that everything will be evaluated for malignancy and/or not. The results will point toward future treatment and/or surgery for my lung cancer.

We also know that the ovarian cyst and tumor didn’t respond to the chemotherapy I’ve gone through — which would also have been appropriate for ovarian cancer — so there’s a likelihood it’s neither ovarian cancer not a metastasis of the lung cancer.

Well, yeah — it still sucks. we may not be traveling south for my sweetie’s 72nd birthday on October 24 (bummer!). And we surely can’t host my family’s Thanksgiving this year, which we’ve enjoyed in several years past.

As a procrastinator, I’m inclined to drag my feet… but I suppose this suddenness is to the good (or so I’m told). But still… yikes.

Not so hot, thanks, but getting there

I’m going to post this blog on Facebook and to my email list, in hopes that my friends will sign up to follow my blog, and keep up with my healing process. It’s going to be a longer haul than I’d hoped.

Once more with the lung cancer. Just now I’m emerging from the misery of the  chemotherapy treatment last Wednesday, so I’m feeling hopeful again.

I’ve gone through five sessions of chemotherapy, every three weeks, and my lung tumor has stabilized — but is nowhere near gone. Every chemo session seems to be worse than the last, in terms of nasty side effects. I do still have my hair, though.

For those of you just now being acquainted with my illness, in June I was diagnosed with adenocarcinoma of the lung, thanks to an alert pulmonologist I was seeing for my sleep apnea and asthma. Also visible on the PET scan that confirmed my lung tumor was questionable activity in my left half-ovary (all I have, thanks to a couple of tubal pregnancies in the 1980s). My oncologist felt it important to treat the lung cancer first, with chemotherapy rather than surgery. A blood test he ordered showed that the ovarian activity was very likely (but not absolutely) not ovarian cancer. It could be a metastasis of the lung cancer, or unusual but benign activity. In any case, the chemo treatment protocol they’re using for the lung cancer would be useful on an ovarian cancer as well.

But here I am, at a medical standstill until I see a gynecological oncologist in Syracuse (60 miles up the road) in two weeks. She will most likely remove the ovary for biopsy, and will also check on a suspicious spot on my intestines nearby, shown by the latest CT scan. First I’ll have an ultrasound (what’s this, the third?) and a consult. A week later I’ll have a sixth chemo session, and we’ll see where we go from there depending on the OB/GYN’s recommendation.

Looking Up

In my last post I wrote about having lung cancer. Since then I’ve had two chemotherapy sessions, 3 weeks apart, and the evidence is that my lung tumor is shrinking. (Also, I don’t have a secondary cancer — yay!)

Side effects from the chemo have been fairly mild — after a session I feel good for a couple of days, then I feel like crap for a week. After that I feel reasonably good, though tired, for a week and a half. Haven’t had any nausea, though I have a bunch of prescription anti-nausea drugs, and my hair hasn’t fallen out. I’m feeling upbeat and positive, and I’m sure I’ll get through this.

I developed a really painful DVT (deep vein thrombosis) a couple of weeks ago — probably as a consequence of tumor shrinkage — but that’s under control now, thanks to yet more drugs.

My family and friends, and especially my sweet husband, are all really supportive, I feel bad about dragging my poor elderly Dad through this — he sits with me and my sweetie through each chemo session, we talk on the phone every day or two, and he drops in for a quick visit most Tuesdays and Thursdays (“How’s my little girl?”). Tomorrow I’m finally going to visit him, for the first time since I’ve been sick.

I couldn’t ask for a better, more supportive and nurturing sweetie than my husband. When I’m well again — I have three more chemo sessions to go — I’ll have to re-learn housework and errand-running! He’s taken it all on himself, and only occasionally gets cranky.

I haven’t been making art, but that’s coming. I dream about it. I sleep a lot.


Hi, friends –

Not very good news, I’m afraid – I won’t be able to mount my scheduled show at Cooperative Gallery 213 in August, due to serious health issues.

I have lung cancer (which is ridiculous, since I haven’t smoked in 40-some years) and possibly another cancer as well. The lung cancer is a type that mostly non-smoking women get. I’m having tests, scans, and appointments, and then I’ll be starting chemo on Wednesday. Prognosis is not as good as it was at first – it’s farther along and more widely spread. So everything is up in the air right now: not only shows and exhibits but classes as well.

I have a loving and supportive husband, as well as the rest of my family and my friends. I’m not being too terribly private about this, but hope not to see it go around on social media.

All I ask now is your good and health-giving thoughts — and prayers, if you’re so inclined.


Call for Artists and Fine Crafters – HOLIDAY SHOW AND SALE!


Dear Art Friend,

Now is the time to join Cooperative Gallery 213 – or to renew your membership – and show/sell your work at the all-members annual Holiday Show and Sale!

Supporting Membership is only $35 per year, payable when you bring in your artwork on Sunday or Monday, November 26 or 27.

Show opens with an Artists’ Reception Gala, Thursday, November 30, and runs through December 23, 2017.


Notification of intent

Art/Crafts Drop-Off

  • Sunday, November 26, 10 am – 2 pm, Monday, November 27, 4 – 7 pm, or by appointment
  • All work must be labeled and ready for hanging/display. Save time by completing your inventory and membership forms and bringing them to the gallery with your work. See Requirements below.

Artists’ Reception Gala

  • Thursday, November 30, 6 – 8 pm

Art/Crafts Pick-up

  • Saturday, December 23, 4 – 6 pm (AFTER 4 pm show closing)
  • Thursday, December 28, 10 am – 2 pm
  • or by appointment


REQUIREMENTS: Labels, inventory

all works: (jewelry, ornaments, cards, miniature paintings, etc.): tag each item with price and an inventory number. Submit a Holiday Show inventory form including corresponding inventory numbers, media, description, and price: download forms at http://www.cooperativegallery,com, or pick up a participant kit at the Gallery during open hours.

wall-hung works: Limit 3 pieces 16 x 20 in. and above, or 5-6 pieces smaller, with two labels attached. Label 1 will be left on the work, and Label 2 will be displayed with the work. Use 14-pt. Arial or Helvetica font, appx. 2 x 3.5” label, listing Title, Medium, Artist Name, and Price.


  • $35 annual Supporting Membership (if not already a member)
  • plus 20% commission on sales

Download Forms Here, and bring to the gallery with your work

We’re looking forward to seeing you this winter holiday season at Cooperative Gallery 213!