Thirty-One Online Party

22 10 2014

Hey all!

My friend, Becky, has put together a fundraiser to help offset the medical expenses and living expenses that keep popping up as I fight the evil intruder.

Here is her Facebook post about the event:

I am hosting an online Thirty One Party for Lisa McGill and family, All proceeds will assist the McGill Family with Medical and living expenses. Follow the link below to place your order today. The event end date is October 25. Thank you kindly for your support and God Bless.

If you do participate, thank you so much!



Grateful Friday :)

17 10 2014

This is the perfect way to describe all of you who have been so supportive of our family. As always, any help you give, whether that be prayers, good wishes or financial assistance is so very much appreciated.

Lisa Lafferty McGill CanSnoopy the Best Friendcer Fighting Fund

Have a wonderful weekend, Peeps!

Strength of Mind

16 10 2014

When last we met, I had recovered from a reaction to one of the chemo drugs I had received and I was just about to start the second round.

My reaction to Ifosfamide was pretty bad the first time.  For the second round of chemo, I still received Ifosfasmide but in a much smaller dose at a much slower rate.  I was doing ok until, all of a sudden, I couldn’t breath.  So I was told to relax until my breathing returned to normal.  Then, my blood pressure dropped so low that the top number was in the 50’s.  Once that returned to normal, an infection was discovered so I was given the standard variety of IV antibiotics. I was in the hospital for 2…long…weeks.  OY!  Finally, I was told Monday I would be discharged. Yay! I had been very patient that entire two weeks, until the last day…


(I just added that for dramatic effect.  Hee hee hee!)

The last day, the day I was to be discharged, the doc comes in and says, “I’m taking you off IV antibiotics and putting you on the pill forms.  We’ll see how you do overnight.”

Let’s just say he’s lucky to be alive.

And I convinced him to discharge me since I had already been on those same meds after discharge a number of times.

We had a nice chat after the blood-letting. The doc reviewed my entire case since arriving in Texas, mostly focusing on the complications I’ve endured. Read the rest of this entry »

The Other Expenses of Cancer

26 09 2014

Wedding Photo…as I’m sure other illnesses are, too. We are fortunate to have good insurance, I can’t imagine going through this without it. Before I was diagnosed, I had a great job that I loved.

Unfortunately, my cancer decided to wrap itself around my spinal cord denying me the ability to walk and therefore, the ability to drive…which meant I could no longer work. So even though our medical bills are taken care of, there are other expenses that pop up with the house, the kids or whatever for which we could use help.

If you would like to help out, please use the link below.  Hubs and I love to pay it forward and continue to do so even though I am ill.  Our expectation is to do even more once we kick this evildoer out of my body. 🙂


Fairytale Trumps Fear

24 09 2014

Ever heard the phrase, “you don’t go to the hospital to rest”? So true.  After each hospitalization for chemo, I’m exhausted. As with most hospitals, the only time a patient isn’t poked or prodded is between midnight and 4am.  If they’re lucky, they can sleep. I just remind myself I’ll sleep when I am discharged. LOL

When Discharge Day arrives, I am extremely relieved to be going back to Jenny’s house here in Texas. My back is always quite sore from climbing in and out of the hospital bed and from maneuvering about the hospital room with a walker, IV pole and oxygen line. My back surgery, which was performed in June, still causes some discomfort, understandably. Never one to baby myself, I carry on, hoping to strengthen muscles and to heal my back. Obviously, I am careful. Overdoing it only causes more pain.

Being back at Jenny’s is always a tremendous relief because I know I can relax, rest and recuperate from chemo.  Usually two days after discharge, I have an appointment to have my blood tested and to see my oncologist. I know it’s important but I hate that only two days after discharge, I have to go all the way back to MD Anderson.  It wouldn’t be a big deal if I were able-bodied and didn’t need the extremely uncomfortable wheelchair, or if my back wasn’t so sore, or that I’m so exhausted. With the strength of the chemo I’m receiving, I can guarantee my blood counts are too low and that I’ll need a blood transfusion to be followed with admission to the hospital for the next round of chemo.

This time around, I have extra time before chemo begins. For that, I am extremely grateful. The reaction I had to the high doses of Ifosfamide, one of my chemo meds, scared the hell out of me.  Think about it: when you wake up, unable to communicate with anyone and everything you know is completely opposite of actuality, it is freaky. Very scary. Bizarre-O World.

Monday, I return to MD Anderson for blood tests and a visit with my oncologist. Chemo will start that day, most likely. The plan is that I will still receive the Ifosfamide, but in a much smaller dose. I am supposed to be watched more closely this time, too. While I am relieved by this plan, I am still a bit scared. I need the Ifosfamide, without it, my chances for beating this are significantly diminished.  I need every bit of ammo in the arsenal.  Jenny is planning to stay by my side, too.

I think I’m scared because I really want to obliterate these tumors. I want them to die. I want to hear that we’re on the right track, I want to hear good news. I believe that if I was supposed to die, I would have done so before now.  I just really, really, really want to hear good news. If I were headed into chemo round 2 with good news, it would be a little easier.

Okay, so that’s not how it works.  So I guess I have to keep the faith and hang onto my “happily ever after”, as I call it.  I spent 7 years as a single parent, dating and hating it, before Fred and I realized we had more than a friendship.  The girls and I were thrilled to add Fred to our Girls Only Club and complete our family. My fairy tale had come true.

Two years of that happiness is not enough.  I want a LIFETIME of it.


And there it is.

There’s the spark I needed to reignite my positivity.

All right, no more fear. Believe in the fairytale.  Believe it will come true. Believe all will be well.  Just believe.

Keep on praying, my Warrior Peeps/Kindergarten Crushers.  Thank you for your love and support. You’re the best!


16 09 2014

Fear. I have it. My confidence and faith has really taken a hit after all of the complications I’ve lived through.  I know what you’re thinking: I’ve lived through them.  Most likely, by the Grace of God, I’ve lived through them.

I will try to focus on those words and maybe my confidence and faith will be restored.

Wednesday, I have an MRI to determine if this new treatment is working.  I am so scared to even hope for good news.  The results of the MRI will be discussed with my doc on Friday.  If things are progressing, I may be admitted right after that appointment to start the 2nd treatment.

Slowly, I have grown a bit stronger each day. I wish I had more time in between treatments to build strength. At least I feel more rested…..

That brings up another fear: every time I enter the hospital “strong”, I come home so weak, having to start over again.  Every darned time. Jeez, most foods still don’t taste good and I have to start chemo again soon. That is not a complaint, I’m simply stating the truth.

Maybe it’s because this chemo has been so hard on me. Forget the toxicity, I am just now able to eat without too many foods tasting disgusting or too salty.  I’ve existed mostly on a daily protein smoothie, water/coffee/etc, and dinner.   Not much of an appetite, still a bit nauseous about some foods…probably causing a lack of energy.

I think overall, I really want to hear some good news.  Something has to be positive. Something has to change for the better.  Please God, let there be good news this week. Warrior Peeps, I ask that you pray for good news this week, good news that will turn my positivity back on.  I need it so desperately.

Much love to you all.


Knocked Down

5 09 2014

On August 25th, I started a new, in-patient chemo regimen. Three days later, I was in the ICU.  It seemed I had a severe form of toxicity to one of the chemo drugs, Ifosfamide.

All was going well with the chemo infusion, I was tolerating it well.  On the night of the third day, my friend Jenny with whom I am staying in Texas, noticed I was groggy and confused (more than usual LOL). According to the nurses, that could have been a side effect of the chemo, but Jenny wasn’t convinced and stayed late that night.

When she came back the next morning around 10AM, she discovered I had been rushed to the ICU four hours before.  Too much fluid had built up in my lungs causing difficulty breathing and I became cognitively unaware. Sedation was administered because I was fighting the forced oxygen mask. Fortunately, my breathing had improved fairly quickly because if hadn’t and a breathing tube had been needed, the situation could have been more dire. Still, my poor darling husband was on standby, 1,400 miles away worried and ready to jump on the next plane.

It took awhile to figure out the problem. It could have been many things from a blood clot, to disease progression to a problem with the chemo. By evening, the sedation was reduced and while my breathing and lungs had responded well, I did not snap back cognitively. I couldn’t talk. All I remember of this is that I couldn’t communicate, couldn’t say “yes” or “no”, nothing.  Everything I knew and believed was completely backward, and I was hallucinating. Oh yeah, good times. Good times.

Since I didn’t snap back after the sedation was reduced, I was given a dose of methylene blue which helps by coating and protecting the brain.  Chemo was continued in the ICU without the Ifosfamide because if it hadn’t, I would have had to start all over and the docs wanted to make sure I received the full dose.  Me too, after I went through for that first dose! LOL

By my third day in the ICU, I could say “yes” but not “no”. A physical therapist had visited me and when she left, I actually said, “Have a good day.” That was the first full sentence for me in three days.

I left the ICU that day, still experiencing some hallucinations and confusion.  I had been told it could take up to a week after leaving ICU to regain my brain. Thank God I can honestly say, it’s been regained.


Damage done to my lungs by radiation reduces the types of chemo I can try and unfortunately, these are the strongest meds with the most complications.  Yay.  I swear, I always have to take the long way around!


Whatever.  Now I just need to work on regaining my strength and getting back to the point I was at before this went down. While I might get knocked down, I always get back up.  So here’s a little video for your enjoyment:

For those who have already helped us out financially through our Go Fund Me page, we are deeply grateful.  While we have raised quite a lot of funds, the need continues as funds deplete.  It sucks to ask for help but Fred and I have always been charitable people and we so look forward to the day we can help others again.  You can also help by sharing your positive words, prayers and successful “I beat cancer” stories, these especially, I need to hear.

As always, thank you, my Warrior Peeps, for watching over us.  We love you all.

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Yuki the Yeti keeps an eye on me in the hospital


One of my many war wounds. Wish this showed up better…


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