I just found this thread on here. It is amazing how many people seem to have the same story, the same one I'm living through right now. My husband (we just had our 2nd wedding anniversary) first showed symptoms in early May (blood in his urine). Within 2 days he was diagnosed with a tumor in his bladder. The doctor felt at that time it was found early enough that it'd be contained within the tumor and all would be well once the tumor was removed at the end of May. But, pathology showed that was not the case. So in mid July he had his bladder removed and a Neo-bladder created. The doctor felt optimistic following this surgery, too, but pathology was not to be kind this time either and indicated that it had spread to 5 of 27 lymph nodes removed. So, after being given 4 weeks post-op to let his body heal, he began a 6 cycle course of chemo. Each cycle consists of 3 weeks, week 1 is gemzar and cysplatin, week 2 is gemzar only, and week 3 is labwork only. We're at the end of the first cycle. He did not tolerate the cisplatin very well, but our oncologist is awesome and stayed right on top of things. The week of just gemzar didn't seem to affect him too badly. I will say that they gave him a Rx through the local compound pharmacy for phenergan that is mixed in cream form and applied to his wrist and rubbed in whenever the nausea is at its worst. That has been a lifesaver, and is apparently kind of a new thing...I'm just thankful for something that helps.
His spirits, for the most part, have been good. Mine, however, have been all over the map. One minute I feel fine and am convinced he'll be one of those 30 that beat it, and the next I'm scared worrying about how much time we have left together, and mainly seem to live somewhere in between. He's a high school teacher, and I am an interpreter for the deaf at the middle school. Thankfully we were off for the summer through most of this. But in my first 15 days back at work I've missed 4 1/2 already. None of our kids live close enough to help with the day to day things (they're 30, 27, 19) though they've been great keeping in touch daily. I just feel comletely worn out.
I think the worst right now, is that as the wife/caregiver I feel like I've been thrust into the role that borders on wife/nag-caregiver. Because of his neo-bladder he's been told to try going to the bathroom every 2-2 1/2 hours, and his oncology dietician wants him to eat something small every 2 hours, and there's the different meds he's taking, and the fact that once he can sleep he sleeps deep...so I've become the alarm clock for him. And trying to help him keep straight all of the things he's got to do, and take, etc. He's sweet about it most of the time, and I've only stepped into the reminder role at his request, yet there are times when he's not feeling good...and I'm the only one here to hear when he vents.
Wow, I never realized just how tough being the caregiver is. I lost my dad last summer to cancer, and now I wish I had been more in tune to my mom with what she went through. I know that I will forevermore be more supportive to anyone thrust into the caregiver role, not just supportive to the patient.
Good luck to everyone going through this. Please know there's someone in Texas who is keeping you all in prayer.