No news is good news, according to one school of thought. And in Jayne’s case, that has been generally true. The last post to this site was in April 2011, just after the kick-ass benefit at Cabana, Kick the Crap Outta Cancer. In true Jayne style, she was a whirling dervish of schmooze, spending quality moments with each and every one of the hundreds who came out to eat, drink, bid and hear some amazing music performed by her many musician pals. Proving that there is no more dangerous place to be than between Jayne and a spotlight, she ultimately made her way onto the stage, hijacked a microphone and contributed some background vocals. A grand time was had by all, and over $30,000 was raised through ticket sales and auction items to help defray the tremendous cost of kicking the crap out of cancer.
As the photos posted here reveal, she wore a sassy blonde wig for the evening, but otherwise most people who ran into Jayne over the summer and into the fall had the chance to compliment her on her petite and beautifully shaped head. With one notable exception: For her chemo, scan and doctor appointments at the Vanderbilt Ingram Cancer Center, she usually dons her “Fuck Cancer” knit cap, the very latest in statement headwear. VICC may be the only place in Nashville where others are not offended by the F word, as long as it precedes the C word….which as we know is the ugliest word of all.
In August, after many years of competitions and companionship, her beloved horse Flag went to live on Teresa and Ross’s farm. Jayne was gifted with a new horse, appropriately named Diva, who was more than ready for her close-ups for pal and photographer Gina Binkley for the provocative and amusing article written by Kim Green for Her magazine, linked elsewhere here.
In September, Jayne did another spectacular job wrangling the media masses for the Americana Awards and Festival. The highlight for Jayne was the opportunity to germ the legendary Robert Plant, who responded by kissing her head, a Kodak moment reproduced on this page.
In October, she met up with her family in Washington for cousin Justin’s Big Fat Jewish Wedding.On the other side of rootsy Americana on Nashville’s musical spectrum is the glammed up CMA Week in November. After shopping her closet (which had to be exhausting) she wowed the crowd at the SESAC awards in a vintage Oscar De La Renta lace ensemble.
In December, she and John drove to Atlanta to celebrate the holidays (Merry Hanukkah, y’all!) at Aunt Arlene’s house.
And now the medical news.
From January 2011 through October, Jayne was receiving the chemo drug Taxol through a port in her chest. The schedule varied, as the very drug that is fighting the cancer was also making a hard hit on her system. If her blood counts were too low (as they sometimes were) she was unable to take the chemo that week and had to wait another. But as the CAT scans revealed every 6 to 8 weeks, the Taxol was doing its job, and the spots on her liver (which is what is watched most closely) were staying the same.
A couple months ago, her liver count was high enough to warrant an additional scan. Though we were relieved when Dr. Mayer told us that the scan showed that the cancer cells on her liver had not gotten larger or increased in number—which means the Taxol was doing its job—it turns out that it was hurting her liver, and she was showing signs of early cirrhosis. Since it was hurting Jayne more than it was helping, the decision was made to switch to a new drug, this one taken orally. The drug is called Xeloda and the side effects were not as severe as the ones she experienced on Taxol. It wasn’t long before her hair started growing back in an elegant pewter shade sprinkled with some white highlights. John was rather surprised to discover after more than a decade in a relationship with Jayne, that blonde was not her natural color. Bless his heart.