My boyfriend, Allen, a 54 yo, has recently been diagnosed with mantle cell. This nightmare started in September of last year, when he was hospitalized the first time for nausea and dizziness, and subsequently treated for fluid on the inner ear. In early October, I rushed to his house in the middle of the night after he called to tell me he thought he was dying...that he was having chest pain and difficulty breathing. (He needed me to stay with his 5 yo granddaughter and 11 yo daughter, both of whom live with him, before the ambulance arrived.)
A CT scan showed something suspicious in his right lung, but his heart was the most immediate concern, so he was sent for a heart cath the end of October. He had a triple by-pass the next day. A biopsy of a lymph node in his lung was finally done a few weeks ago which showed mantle cell. A bone marrow biopsy was done Monday to determine the stage. From everything I've read, I fear he is already in Stage IV. He has had abdominable discomfort for awhile, and extreme fatigue, and feelings of nausea. (I'm so grateful he has not lost his appetite.) Oh yes, he also has blood clots in his lung and both legs which we have been told is because of the lymphoma.
By far, the worst symptom, besides the fatigue, is severe itching - on his back, arms, chest and scalp. We have tried everything but nothing has provided much relief. Benadryl caps and topical jel have helped a little, but he still has the "rash". If anyone has a remedy for this, please let me know.
Allen was supposed to get his port on Monday, but it had to be postponed because his blood was too thin from the bloodthinners, so we're back to the hospital on Thursday. We're live in a rural area about 1 1/2 hours away. He's being treated at Massey Cancer Center, located at MCV, a teaching hospital in Richmond, which I call "Miracle College of Virginia".
I am no stranger to this hateful thing called cancer. I've lost a grandfather and uncle to lung cancer...and it took my father, bit by bit, over a period of about 35 years. He spent the last 6 years of his life on a feeding tube resulting from cancer which started in his salivary gland, and required and radical neck dissection. Even so, the quality of his life was very good except for the last few months of his life...after the cancer showed up in his lungs. He was 79 yo., my best friend, and my hero...but he was tired and ready to move on.
Dealing with this mantle cell thing seems to be so much harder for me...I guess because of the prognosis. When the doctor said "six months" without chemo, and maybe 3 years with it, I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Everything has just happened so fast...and he has so many responsibilities (children, 83 yo mother, farm with cattle & hogs), and is too sick to take care of even himself.
I live with my disabled mother, whom I care for, and it's hard trying to be in two places at once! But I know God will make a way.
Allen and I have decided that we're not going to worry about this...that we're going to take one day at a time, hope for the best and prepare for the worst...and pray, pray, pray.
May God bless all of you - patients, family and friends. All of you are on my prayer list...and all of you are heros.