The Cancer is Spreading . . . and a Decision is Made

Finally, yesterday the radiologist report was in on Monday's CT scan, and I talked with both the surgeon, Dr. M, and the oncologist, Dr. J, about the results. While I'd been waiting for the results, I'd been moving toward some decisions about further chemotherapy. There's a lot of blunt and not-so-easy-to-take information in this posting, so sit down and catch your breath before you start to read.

So, the "okay" news is that the tumor in my abdomen is almost the same size as it was two months ago, which is to say larger than we'd like, and still impinging on my "plumbing" in a number of spots. The "bad" news is that there are signs of metastases to my lungs; they are still small, but they have grown in the last two months, while I've been on this aggressive chemotherapy treatment. That fact, along with the bilirubin and CA 19-9 numbers, suggests that the cancer is doing its thing without being slowed or impacted significantly by the chemotherapy.

The biggest short-term concerns are the areas in my abdomen where the tumor is impacting the function of vital organs. I'm scheduled to have the stent to my bladder replaced next Tuesday (apparently they are good for 3 months, and then need to be replaced). Hopefully, the urologist, Dr. D, can replace the stent with one larger in diameter, to increase the flow from the kidney. The second concern is my bilirubin, which had doubled in a few weeks over the last month. (And Patty reports that I'm glowing a little yellow these days; some days I think I can see it, others I can't.) Dr. J contacted a GI specialist yesterday, who will review my file and see what kind of stent he thinks can be inserted to relieve the back-up of bile. So, I'll have two medical procedures in the next few weeks to take care of my symptoms.

All this week, I have been thinking about my scheduled chemo appointment for Friday, and about being infused again with the two drugs, Gemzar and cisplatin. And my body was revolting. It made me feel sick to imagine putting myself in a situation where I would lose another month of my not-so-long life. Because, that's what I feel about the last month. I haven't been to work in a month, but have had others cover my classes. I have graded papers and made up the final exams, which are being proctored by others on campus. And I will calculate the final grades for students, which are due next Wednesday. But this was not how I wanted the semester to end, nor how I wanted to spend the last month, mostly horizontal and feeling awful. Thinking about all of this, I had decided before talking with the oncologist that I would not do the chemo again.

After encouraging me to try another round, Dr. J suggested that I try to biologic agent, sorafenib. I had looked up the side effects the night before and they looked a lot like the ones I'd already been through; fatigue, hand-foot syndrome, loss of appetite. Dr. J says the side effects have been less intense for patients who have tried this regimen, but I said I need a break. So, we left it there. I'll deal with the medical stuff first.

Dr. M, the surgeon, who has been so forthright and helpful all along in this process, said he understood my decision to forgo further chemotherapy, and that it makes sense to balance quality and quantity of life. He explicitly said that he does not think that receiving additional treatment will extend my life at all, and he also said that, barring some unexpected medical development, he could see me around for another 6 months, give or take 3 either way. I was actually happy to hear a number at this point, since the cancer is on the move, and I wanted an honest assessment of my medical state.

As a result of all of this, Patty has made a call to hospice, to initiate contact with them and see what services they offer and when it might make sense to use them. But don't panic! I feel good today, I'm up and about, and going to have my sparse locks trimmed this afternoon, in the hope that I won't lose much more hair since I'm off the chemo.

Know that I am feeling really good about this decision. Already today, 30 days post the last double infusion, I feel my energy and appetite to be stronger, and my spirits are good because I'm allowing for the possibility that I can have a good quality of life in the time remaining. The chemo simply wasn't allowing for that. If I sound matter of fact about all of this, it's because I'm on the other side of the decision, and not feeling conflicted. I've spent a lot of time and energy processing all of this over the last 10 days, and this feels like the most life-affirming thing I can do right now. For those of you who know me and love me, this may be hard to read, but all I can say is that it feels right. Keep those prayers and good wishes coming! And yes, do balance your knowledge of the new reality with prayers for a miracle. Miracles happen!

A Successful Day at the Hospital

This is an update on yesterday's two appointments at the hospital - one for chemo, and one to have the port inserted. The amazingly good first news is that my blood work was good. The numbers were slightly reduced, which is expected for someone on chemo, but were "excellent" in the eyes of the chemo nurse, especially given how I've been feeling. Dr. J, the oncologist, said it must just be the chemo itself leaving me so wiped out.

With good bloodwork, we proceeded with the infusion of Gemzar, the only drug for them to administer mid-cycle. I'm hoping with just the one that I will not be as wiped out over the next two weeks, when I go back for the whopping dose of the two. (And even then, Dr. J said he would reduce the dosage by 15-20% to help alleviate the side effects.) I was grateful for the saline and sugar infusions I got with the Gemzar, since the surgical procedure scheduled for the afternoon meant I had had nothing to eat or drink since midnight. And I was thirsty!

After the chemo, we went down a few floors in the building to day surgery and I was prepped for the insertion of the port (Port-a-Cath). We got to see Dr. M, my favorite surgeon, and to update him on my state. We are all now most worried about my liver, and the bile flowing from it. Dr. M created a bypass in May which has worked fine, but the tumor in my abdomen is pushing against it, and may be restricting the flow of bile. Everyone thinks I'm a little jaundiced, and my bilirubin reading was up two weeks ago. We didn't get the results from yesterday's bloodwork on the bilirubin, but if the bypass gets blocked, I am looking at a stent to keep it flowing.

The insertion of the port went really smoothly; I was in and out in no time, and without any soreness until a little later in the afternoon. Dr. M said he was able to insert a "small" one, so once it's healed, it probably won't even show in my ball gown! (Very funny since I can't even remember when I would last have worn something of that description!) But, lovely that he was thinking about me and how it would look. I do wear bathing suits! With a 12:30 appointment for pre-op, we were on the road by 4:30, and that included time to wait for a chest x-ray following the procedure to make sure everything looked good.

So, next chemo day, my port will be used to draw blood, and to infuse the drugs, which apparently makes it all go much more easily. Today, I feel good (yes, it could be partly the steroids to fight the nausea), and I'm enjoying our seasonably warm weather and bright sunshine.

Fatigue . . . and other side effects

I'm tired, bone tired, today, and I'm sure it's the chemo and nothing more. The chemo nurse told me that a few days post infusion I might feel "flu-like symptoms," aches and pains like the flu. I don't feel achy, but I've felt increasingly tired and sleepy yesterday and today. I don't feel like moving, but resting doesn't really revive me, either. I remember Leroy, in his blog last fall, referring to a tiredness, a fatigue, that no sleep can resolve. I didn't feel that degree of tiredness during my first chemo regimen, but I surely am now.

The good news? Unlike with the first chemo regimen, I can drink cold beverages, a great relief, and stay hydrated more easily. My appetite is marginally better, and I feel less vague nausea. Don't know how that will change when I stop taking the steroids, but I guess the danger of nausea and vomiting is greatest for the first three days.

The other good news? We went mattress shopping this afternoon, to replace our 10 1/2 year old mattress, and it was a good shopping to do when you just want to lay down! I checked out the mattresses and Patty talked with the sales guy. I've seen the chiropractor the last few weeks for a sore spot in my back, and this week he asked me how old our mattress was. I had to confess that we bought a new TV and a trip to St. John before the mattress! At the store, they weren't busy, so it wasn't difficult to make a decision, and we will have our new mattress and a new twin mattress for Nathaniel's bottom bunk delivered next week. Resting on the job, mission accomplished!

Thinking about your comments this week, I wanted you to know that I love the suggestion of the tumor "melting, melting!" like the Wicked Witch of the West in Wizard of Oz, and even incorporated it with a new visualization that came to me. In it, the tumor shifts from being the fierce Portuguese Man-o-war I've seen since this new tumor invaded my insides, to a jellyfish blob like we see on Cape Cod beaches later in summer. Those clear jelly blobs easily dissolve in the sunlight on the beach, so this one is doing that, and melting!

I loved the music and suggestions for "Shrink that Tumor!" Lucy made up a cheer, but she can't remember the words from day to day. They are always entertaining, though, and I try to get her to chant it at least once a day. Any other rhythm or song suggestions still accepted!

And about my post on mortality this Holy Week, I was deeply moved by the sharing of those of you who resonated with what I had to say, and who could find words to articulate your own journey. Your stories and reflections enrich us all.

The waiting for Easter is almost over. May your day tomorrow be full of celebration and joy, family and friends, love and sunshine, and the wonder of life renewed.

In The Chemo Room

I have been drafting this post since my last chemotherapy, almost three weeks ago. Before I head off for this much-anticipated vacation, I figure I should post it. When we return, I'll be anticipating another round of chemo, and the information will likely change. So, for those of you wondering if I haven't left yet, the answer is "not yet," but in two days. And thanks for all of the warm wishes and good thoughts following my last post.

Some of you reading this blog know more about receiving chemo treatments than I do, but lots of you who know me have asked me questions about receiving chemo, what it's like, what happens, what the two different chemos are like, etc. So, I thought I would share a few of the details I've observed and experience in my two rounds. Those of you who have been there, feel free to comment on your own experiences!

In addition, I'm remembering that Leroy (of Leroy's blog at NPR) was interviewed and filmed in the chemo room for a special scheduled to appear this spring on TV. Last December, he had a fellow journalist write in his blog about her observations in the Chemo Room, and those are worth reading if you have no prior experience. The documentary will be on Discovery Channel, and whenever it will be, I should get a heads-up from Leroy's blog, and I can mention its air date when I learn of it.

The Chemo Room at Beth Israel Deaconness, where I go for chemo, is a great big room with a nurse's station in the center, and chairs that can recline all around the outside wall. Most of the chairs can be curtained off, if need be, although I haven't felt the need, and so I've been able to observe lots of other folks receiving their chemo treatment who are also not behind curtains. As Elissa Rubin, the journalist mentioned above, notes, folks are dressed in street clothes. I would guess the only reason to be in a hospital jonny would be because you were already admitted to the hospital. Some folks even dress up for the trip to this hospital, reminding me of my favorite aunt, Win, who still loved to dress up and wear a stylish hat when flying on airplanes before she died early in this decade.

The session starts with checking in with the chemo nurse, Linda, and possibly the oncology nurse, Sue, who may come by. This last time I talked with Linda about slowing things down from the first session (where the infusion took about 2 hours), and she agreed. She put the IV in, and gave me decadron IV (anti-nausea med), then benadryl (because I'd had a hive during the first session), and she brings me a pill of anti-nausea med, whose name we can't remember. When it's time to actually begin the infusion of oxaliplatin, the chemo nurse and one other person come together to confirm the dose and medication and that I'm the patient it's designed for. This last session, they did slow down the infusion, and I think it took more like 3 hours. But I think it was still too fast, given how I felt after. But I get ahead of myself.

Patty and I bring along a bag of snacks and things to do, but there are also volunteers coming around offering food. Does that seem strange, that someone would eat during chemo? I thought so, at first, but then found that snacks and a lunch tasted pretty good during the time I was sitting there (having already been pumped with anti-nausea meds). After lunch, they came by offering ice cream, and I remembered readily that eating ice cream would not be a good idea, so both Patty and I declined. I find that I like listening to music with my iPod, sometimes I'll pick up a good book (if i have one), sometimes Patty and I will chat, especially at the beginning. And I watch people, the others in the chemo room with me.

On my last visit to the chemo room, there was one man who seemed to be dozing through his infusion (I was envious - Does that make it go faster?), one woman who came in to receive platelets (they were very yellow, and Patty could read the bag), and another woman who received transfusions, two, of blood, while she was there (the blood was easy to spot from across the room, with the big "O" on the bag). Sitting next to me was a man receiving oxaliplatin also, plus one or two other drugs. He looked like an old hand at this, and had a port in his chest for the infusion. (A port is inserted as day surgery, separate from the chemo, and means that when something needs to be inserted (chemo drugs) or withdrawn (blood), a new IV doesn't need to be started in the arms or hands. Apparently a lot of folks have trouble with their veins, and I have also heard that the port can ease the infusion. Since I had a rough round with infusion #2, I will be learning more about that.)

So what happened during the second infusion? I guess it was just too much, too fast, and somehow my body couldn't tolerate it well. I've already written about how I came home and spent the rest of the day in bed, and also about talking with Sue last week about the possibility of doing some things to make it easier next time.

I still haven't touched base with the oncologist about the next infusion and whether or not to do a port (I'm leaning toward yes), and with the urologist about the stent. But my CT scan pictures did arrive by FedEx yesterday, so I got to see for myself. I could see those funny little plastic loops at either end of the stent, and that my kidney looked less swollen than last time. I feel that I'm heading to vacation feeling about as good about my current state as I can. And after vacation, stay tuned for updates on future chemotherapy!

Appetite

Not having had an appetite for much of the last six weeks (chemotherapy), but especially the last three days (stomach virus), I woke up during the night thinking about appetite, and writing a post on the subject. Also, I was talking with Tia last night, and we were commiserating about the lack of appetite, and how hard it is to eat when nothing tastes good.

Where does our appetite come from? Most basically, it's an element essential to human survival, ensuring that we get the food and beverage needed to sustain life. Why does appetite change? Illness, certainly, and as so many of us know, the treatment for cancer known as chemotherapy. With so many of us in the U.S. struggling to keep our weight under control, when faced with a dizzying array of possible, delectable things to eat and drink, it's a bit strange to be thinking about appetite and lack of it. But for those of us with cancer, and those of us undergoing chemotherapy, lack of appetite is very real. It's not just nausea, although that's part of it, it's that even when we eat, things just don't taste that good.

For most of my life, I have loved to eat. I love the smell, texture, taste of food, and I enjoy cooking and baking. My first extended period of detachment from the joy of eating came in 1995 when I contracted dengue fever after a church mission trip to Nicaragua. (At least I assume I had dengue fever, although it was never confirmed by a lab.) Fever, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, lots of the same symptoms of a stomach virus, but it just didn't quit. I was pretty sick for three weeks, and got better only slowly. As I recovered, I found I was only interested in "white food" - potatoes, pasta, bread, bland food. I would watch others eating, and would remember, distantly, enjoying eating, looking forward to meals. It took a long time for my previous relationship with food to return. My experience with chemotherapy is more like that experience with food and lack of appetite than any other I've had.

In researching this post, I learned that there is a scientific journal called Appetite. The research areas for publication cover a wide range of topics, including "behavioural nutrition and the cultural, sensory, and physiological influences on choices and intakes of foods and drinks. It covers normal and disordered eating and drinking, dietary attitudes and practices and all aspects of the bases of human and animal behaviour toward food." Who knew scientists were interested in all of those things? Clearly, anything I can say on the topic is very limited!

There's also a book about food and eating called Appetite, by Nigel Slater. He reflects on our relationships with food and food preparation, and also seems to include some recipes. I never heard of this book before, but it sounds interesting. However, in the table of contents, there is no mention of "chemotherapy" and appetite. So, that's no help!

So what can those of us on chemotherapy do about our lack of appetite? Doctors can give us anti-nausea meds (and they do), and I guess there are even drugs to stimulate appetite (I heard a doctor prescribing some to the person next to me in the chemo room). But I'd like to stimulate my appetite without drugs, and make sure that I am getting the nutrition I need to support my body's functioning and fight against this cancer that endangers my existence.

One book that specifically focuses on what those with cancer can do about loss of appetite is Return to Wholeness by David Simon. He's an M.D. with an ayurvedic perspective, so he talks about a drink to stimulate appetite (equal parts gingerroot juice, lemon juice, honey, and water with a pinch of black pepper; how do I squeeze juice from gingerroot?), and some natural ayurvedic shakes and soups. I remember reading this section of the book last fall, when my appetite was normal, and thinking I probably wouldn't need his suggestions. Was I ever wrong! Now that I've rediscovered it, I need to try some of his ideas.

I began this post this morning, and now I'm ready to put it on the blog. Over these hours, I've experimented with trying to eat more. I woke up thinking about homemade blueberry muffins, so I made them. They were good, but didn't taste quite right. Then I tried a half-banana, a drinkable yogurt, and some reheated mashed potatoes. (I decided to return to the "white food" approach to diet!) So far, so good. Thanks for reading my ramblings on this topic!

Off Chemo for Now

Yesterday, I talked with the oncology nurse, Sue, about my very hot and sore feet. She told me to go off the Xeloda. (I know from the discussion boards that folks can end up with very painful sores on hands and feet with Hand-Foot Syndrome, and I guess she was trying to help me avoid getting worse. If you read this link to more information, you see that what is happening is that the drug is leaking out the capillaries in my feet and irritating them and the surrounding tissue. Weird.)

So, I'm mostly relieved, and a little anxious about the impact on my tumor. But I am pleased to begin de-toxing from the drugs three days early. Already this morning, my feet felt a little less hot and a little less sore. I'm working at home today to give them a break, and plan to be back on campus tomorrow.

Sue and I also talked about how hard the last oxaliplatin infusion was, and I told her I want to do some things to make it easier next time. I told her what had happened, and she commented, "So, you toughed it out." I guess she's right, I did. I just wanted the infusion to be done, so I didn't have them stop earlier or slow it down. Anyway, they can infuse first with calcium and magnesium (I think that's the combination), and that seems to improve the tolerance for the drug. To ease the pain in the arm being infused, they can put in a port in my chest, so that the drugs are going directly into a large vein, not a small one. She said - and I've read - that the port can make a difference.

So, this coming Monday I go for the CT scan, and we see what's inside. I'm hopeful and optimistic that there's some good news there, although this is indeed an unpredictable journey.

To all of you who wrote about "Make no comparisons," I do indeed find it easier to ignore the opinions of others since turning 50 and settling into maturity. But even from that easier place, there are moments of falling back into that old place. Thanks for your sharing and your cheerleading!

Today, I Haven't Felt Healthy

This is about chemo side effects. I don't think my essential health has changed (although I'm hoping that the tumors are being eaten up by the chemo), but I had a rough day today. As I start to write this, I worry about whining, but I also want to share some of this, because I know I'm not alone in experiencing side effects from the chemo.

The oxaliplatin makes me sensitive to the cold. Today was warmer than it's been, reaching almost 50 degrees F in Boston, so my long johns (under my pants), and long coat and hat and scarf and gloves made me feel and look overdressed for the weather. And, I confess, I was hot underneath all of those layers this afternoon. But, I had to keep the scarf over my mouth and nose because the chemo is making them super sensitive to the cold. My nose feels like it's 10 degrees out, with a biting wind, and every nose hair is freezing. But it was 49 degrees F when I walked to the train this afternoon!

In the elevator as I was leaving my office building, a secretary from our floor (but not my office, where everyone knows I'm on chemo) looked at me bundled up and said, puzzled, "It's warm outside." "I know," I responded, "but I'm on chemotherapy, and a side effect is extreme sensitivity to cold. That's why I'm bundled up." I felt that her comment had just confirmed for me how bizarre I looked.

The cold sensitivity makes me unable to drink even "room temperature" water. Do you know how uninteresting warmed, unflavored water tastes? I know I'm not drinking enough, as a result. My tea doesn't taste that great in the morning, and coffee is tasting too strong. What to drink so that I don't get dehydrated?

(A next day note on the beverage point: After I wrote that, I started to wonder what would make my tea taste better, and decided to add a little sugar and some milk, making the tea taste like what Mom would fix for me when I was sick as a child. It seems to be doing the trick, and I've had more liquids in the last 12 hours. Still, if anyone has great tips on what to drink to stay hydrated when only tepid or warm liquids can be consumed, and everything tastes yucky, I'm open to suggestion!)

The Xeloda can give me "hand-foot syndrome." I'm noticing already that my hands and feet have "hot spots," like I've been hiking and I'm developing blisters. Makes me feel like I should spend tomorrow sitting and grading those papers that are still waiting from the weekend. And I have decided that I'll work from home and not go to the city - I don't teach Wednesdays - and not have to deal with whatever weather tomorrow brings.

[A brief interlude for another voice within me: "These side effects aren't that bad. Lots of people have it a lot, lot worse." My inner response: "Yes, but they are my side effects. And besides, I don't want to compare my experience to other people. It's my experience."]

All right, there's more, but enough already. I still have my hair, I'm not vomiting, I can eat and keep food down, I can function well enough to work. I know lots of people have worse side effects than I'm having. But, with treatment that's essentially experimental with gallbladder cancer, and which may or may not be having an impact on my tumors, I have to keep asking myself if the benefit outweighs the problems. It's about quality of life as well as quantity. I'm not having a CT scan until March 5, and that's when we'll learn what's happening inside. And as each day passes since the oxaliplatin infusion, the side effects should lessen, and I should be able to drink milk shakes at night, and eat ice cream, and drink cold beverages. And I should be able to breathe the air outside, whether it's 10 degrees or 55, or even 80 (in St. John, in a little more than two weeks!) On this hard day, I just felt like I was fighting a losing battle, walking uphill into a storm, or some such metaphor for things being tough. So, I share this even though I know it's just a snapshot of one day in my journey through cancer world.

Day 2 of Chemo - Feeling Better

Thanks for the kind words of support, on and off the blog, about yesterday's tough day post-infusion. Now that it's evening of Day 2, I feel I can say that I'm doing better. I still have an incredible sensitivity to any cold, and feel best when I'm sitting on my comfy chair with blankets on my shoulder and lap.

I'm less nauseous than I was last time on Day 2, and I think it's because of the sea bands. So, I've been able to eat, and took my morning Xeloda without a problem.

I finished a great novel today, High Country, by Nevada Barr. Last summer when we were in the southwest, we discovered her mystery novels because they were sold in the national park stores. Her main character, Anna Pidgeon, is a National Park Service ranger, and every adventure takes place in a different national park. She does a wonderful job of conveying the ambiance of the parks - I love a novel that conveys a powerful sense of place - and there's some kind of mystery to be solved in each one of them. This book is set in Yosemite, which we were scheduled to visit last summer, but didn't because of my hospitalization. I wish I had seen it! Anyway, if you are looking for a consistent, good new author of mysteries, I recommend her books. I started this one a few days ago, and read it through the infusion yesterday, last night and today, and now it's done. I only have one or two more of her mysteries to read.

One other medical note. My tumor marker numbers were back yesterday. My CEA, which had climbed to 14 or so, has dropped to 9. My CA 19-9 was about 310 last month, and has climbed to 492. so, we liked the CEA drop, didn't like the CA 19-9 climb, but . . . ? The nurse did comment that it's possible the CA 19-9 was even higher in these weeks before the chemo kicked in, and that it's on the way down.

So, dear friends, know that I am doing well under the circumstances, and especially well in comparison to yesterday. Thank you for your good thoughts and wishes of strength and prayers.

It's Okay to Laugh . . . and to Just say "Hi"

Yesterday after church, my friend Jackie said that she'd been reading my blog, and found herself laughing (especially at the post about my cold sensitivity after the Oxaliplatin infusion). Then she backed up as if to apologize, as if laughing at something I've written is somehow not taking my diagnosis seriously. "Good grief," I said, "I want to be funny sometimes, and if you find it that way, good!" Many of you reading this blog only know me through these written words, and perhaps I do come across as serious; when I'm speaking, I have trouble being funny or making jokes, because folks do take me very seriously. I do have a dry sense of humor, so when I see what's funny in this unfunny situation, I try to make the most of it. Please laugh! And tell me any funny stories you have about Cancer World!

The photo I posted here is of our family at Arches National Park last summer, laughing. A stranger took this picture; we found many strangers who offered, or agreed to take our picture while we were traveling. As we posed, Patty would say, "Think Christmas card!" and I would add "No pressure!" I think it was at this point that we all began to laugh. And, we did select this photo for our Christmas card in December.

About saying "Hi," I want to speak to all of you who have not responded to the blog, and who haven't even sent me an email on the side. It really is okay to just say "Hi" after you've read a post; it's not necessary to have something profound to say. If you look on the right side of the blog page, just below my photo, you'll see a little box that says "site meter." I added this feature last month to get a sense of how many people are reading my blog; check it out! It's not a secret.

Today, the meter says that I am averaging 91 views per day. That's a lot! Now, I'm not saying you should "check in" every time you read the blog, or that you have an obligation to let me know you have visited. I just want to say that I'd like to have a better sense of who is reading the blog, and what your responses and experiences are. So, remember, it's okay to just say "hi" in the comment section. (And you can post as "anonymous" and just sign your first name, and not go through any fancy process with blogspot.)

Finally, I want to say that I continue to tolerate the chemo well, and the "sea bands" (see yesterday's post) seem to taking away my unsettled gut feeling and leaving me open for a better appetite. I am still recovering in the nether regions from the stent placement on Friday, but I trust that it will settle down, too. The urologist said he had trouble getting past the place where the ureter was blocked, so I'm really, really glad the procedure is done, and the path of the tumor is blocked instead of the urine.

Today is February 5. In one month and 4 days, my family and I leave for our Caribbean vacation. Sunshine, snorkeling, swimming, and just laying in the sun! Can't wait.