Internal Struggles of Firey Sandstorms and Owie

Every day I drive 20 minutes to the Cancer and Blood Disease Center to get a shot of Neupogen. I get this shot everyday because one of the chemotherapies I am on destroys white blood cells and platelets like gasoline and fire destroy ants - quickly and violently. This chemotherapy is called Adriamycin, aka The Red Devil, and is a particularly harsh medication, causing massive destruction to everything good (and hopefully everything bad) in my body. It more or less has the effect of not only destroying my immune system, but also of destroying the production of my immune system.

The Neupogen shots, which burn going in, help the chemo ridden body by stimulating the creation of new white blood cells and, toward the end of the two weeks between treatments, manages to push start the bones into creating white blood cells on their own again. The point of this is not merely to help prevent me from getting colds easily, however, because while that is definitely a concern, the main concern is preventing neutrophenia, which is a deficiency in a particular type of bacteria fighting white blood cells. Neutrophenia in breast cancer patients can very quickly become life threatening because the adriamycen completely destroys most of these cells and creates a bacterial infection producing haven. My white blood cell production ceases for between 9-12 days before my body begins to recover and regain its functionality, at which point I receive another treatment and start all over again.

At this point, when my body starts producing white blood cells on its own, the Neupogen serves to make my bones work quite hard to stimulate excess production and make up for lost time, which is very strongly noted in the bones.
The pain induced by this extra stimulation is, like everything else chemo related, difficult for me to describe because I have never felt anything even similar to it.

I usually start feeling it in my legs as one of those types of pains that desperately wants you to soak, stretch and rub it, and it seems to me that my Femurs are the most zealous over-achiever bones in my body. As the pain becomes more intense, it also spreads and changes in nature; usually joints, especially my hips, knees and shoulders, are the next to join in. The pain starts turning into a powerful ache that hurts regardless of movement and is past the point of wanting to be rubbed out. The hips and thighs become so internally saturated with aching pain that going up stairs, crouching, bending and twisting all become extremely difficult and incredibly painful. Moving in general becomes highly irritating.

Eventually the ache seeps into all the bones and sets. At this point, I have learned, it is advisable to avoid all sneezing and coughing. The intense winds created by those two actions stir the scorching desert sands laying dormant in the bones and thrust forth storms of uncontrollable force made of sand, fire and ice. These storms blast through and reverberate within the sternum and rib cage, penetrating, burning and stripping with fire and ice.

Because my immune system is under heavy attack and suffering severe causalities, and because it is December, with its stress, holidays, colds, flus, tourists and fickle weather, sneezing and coughing come far too regularly to this foreign existence of mine.

The intensity and true feeling of this pain is difficult to properly convey, for, as I have said, it is nothing that I have ever felt before. The aching as I have described it is only similar to other pain I have felt in the way that it wants relief in the beginning, but the way that the bones hurt was previously completely foreign.

The worst of it only lasts a few hours -- from about five hours after I am injected (usually around 10am) until I fall asleep at night (around 11pm) -- and it only gets really bad in the last two or three days before my next treatment, because the rest of the time my bones aren't producing white blood cells on their own and therefore are not being overworked. Granted, the ache and difficulty with movement occur for about the last five days of the cycle, but it's not all sand and fire storms, so at least I've got that going for me.
And besides, intense aching and infernal sandstorms that ripple outward from the depths of my bones are way better than neutropenic fever, infection and death.