Today, I talked with the sugeon, Dr. M, who had talked this morning with the pathologist, although the written report has not yet been issued. The damn, pesky, annoying - but now gone! - spot was galllbladder cancer!
My intuition was so strong that it was cancerous, I didn't feel surprised. But, the news is so powerfully bad, I felt kicked in the stomach, knowing for certain that it had been a cancer nodule growing in my abdomen, under my skin, available to be touched. I hate this cancer! Cancer sucks!
Since talking with the doctor, I've wondered if I need to worry about whether or not I have to worry about the cancer spreading from where the "spot"/nodule was located. I didn't think to ask the surgeon. Probably next week, I'll talk with the oncologist, and see what he makes of the pathology report.
I am relieved, immensely relieved, that the spot is out of my body. I'm glad I trusted my intuition about it - assertiveness is valuable for cancer patients! - and I'm glad it's gone. But I really wish I had been wrong, and I wish it weren't cancerous.
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Thursday, December 07, 2006
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
This Pesky Little Spot
Finally, I have news. After the news of my doctor visit last Wednesday, I didn't post over Thanksgiving weekend because I've been anxious to talk to the surgeon about removing the spot in my abdomen along my scar. I finally talked with Dr. M today, and he's going to do day surgery with local anesthesia next Monday, December 4.
The oncologist doesn't seem worried about this spot, the radiologist didn't even comment on it in his report, and I'm not sure that Dr. M is worried about it, either. But he gets that I'm worried, and he's going to remove it. On the CT scans from mid-November, there's a side view where the spot is really clear, and it's connected to two "bright lines" that make me wonder if they are blood vessels feeding the spot. I could be completely wrong, and I hope I am, but I am very clear that I want it out. I guess I've mentioned that!
In the last week, I've discovered a new blog, the "Assertive (Cancer) Patient." The author, Jeanne, has a wonderful way of encouraging cancer patients to be involved and assertive in their treatment. I've certainly discovered the importance of speaking up for myself, making sure I know what's going on, and also trusting my instincts. Jeanne's main page begins by noting that reasons to be assertive are:
* You will get better care.
* You will probably live longer.
* You will feel better about yourself and your illness.
So, whether I'm right or wrong to be worried about this "spot," I know I'll feel better once the surgery is over. And now that I have an appointment, I can think about other things. Like surviving/thriving six months post diagnosis! Like the plans Patty and I just made to go to the Virgin Islands in March for a winter break! Like living longer than my doctors ever imagined when they diagnosed me six months ago.
The oncologist doesn't seem worried about this spot, the radiologist didn't even comment on it in his report, and I'm not sure that Dr. M is worried about it, either. But he gets that I'm worried, and he's going to remove it. On the CT scans from mid-November, there's a side view where the spot is really clear, and it's connected to two "bright lines" that make me wonder if they are blood vessels feeding the spot. I could be completely wrong, and I hope I am, but I am very clear that I want it out. I guess I've mentioned that!
In the last week, I've discovered a new blog, the "Assertive (Cancer) Patient." The author, Jeanne, has a wonderful way of encouraging cancer patients to be involved and assertive in their treatment. I've certainly discovered the importance of speaking up for myself, making sure I know what's going on, and also trusting my instincts. Jeanne's main page begins by noting that reasons to be assertive are:
* You will get better care.
* You will probably live longer.
* You will feel better about yourself and your illness.
So, whether I'm right or wrong to be worried about this "spot," I know I'll feel better once the surgery is over. And now that I have an appointment, I can think about other things. Like surviving/thriving six months post diagnosis! Like the plans Patty and I just made to go to the Virgin Islands in March for a winter break! Like living longer than my doctors ever imagined when they diagnosed me six months ago.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Guardedly Optimistic
First, the good news. There is no sign of new cancer in my abdomen (and this time the radiologist got a good look at the site of the surgery and my cancerous bile duct).
Next, the not-so-clear news. The spot in my abdomen has grown. I could see it on the CT scans that I spent hours looking at over the weekend. The radiologist didn't even notice it (it's not "in" my abdomen, but just under the skin by my incision scar, which is why I can feel it so readily). The new oncologist, Dr. J, said that it could be a "granuloma. . . . (something)" and not an "escaped" cancer cell from the surgery that's been growing. I don't have a good feeling about it, and I want it out!
The good news about the "spot." Dr. M, the surgeon, has agreed to cut it out, and left an email message for Dr. J to that effect. I haven't talked to him about how soon we can schedule it, but I'm hoping it will be within a few weeks.
The not-great news about my tumor marker. It's gone up. However, it hasn't gone up much; from 70 to about 134 since September. Folks who get really sick from gallbladder cancer have numbers in the thousands. The oncologist wasn't particularly worried, and said that it is "indicative," but not "diagnostic." The best possible scenario would be that the "spot" is removed, is escaped cancer cells that have been growing, and my tumor marker goes down afterwards.
The bad news. I still have gallbladder cancer. Bad news, indeed, but not "new" news.
The good news. It's almost six months since my diagnosis, and I am still alive. I continue to feel good, and to enjoy my life, and very much to appreciate the gift of life.
The really good news. I am feeling good, feeling grateful, feeling loving as I look forward to celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow and this weekend with family and friends. And I know that I haven't waited until this one day in a year to express my love and gratitude to those in my life who love, support, and care for me. Happy Thanksgiving!
Next, the not-so-clear news. The spot in my abdomen has grown. I could see it on the CT scans that I spent hours looking at over the weekend. The radiologist didn't even notice it (it's not "in" my abdomen, but just under the skin by my incision scar, which is why I can feel it so readily). The new oncologist, Dr. J, said that it could be a "granuloma. . . . (something)" and not an "escaped" cancer cell from the surgery that's been growing. I don't have a good feeling about it, and I want it out!
The good news about the "spot." Dr. M, the surgeon, has agreed to cut it out, and left an email message for Dr. J to that effect. I haven't talked to him about how soon we can schedule it, but I'm hoping it will be within a few weeks.
The not-great news about my tumor marker. It's gone up. However, it hasn't gone up much; from 70 to about 134 since September. Folks who get really sick from gallbladder cancer have numbers in the thousands. The oncologist wasn't particularly worried, and said that it is "indicative," but not "diagnostic." The best possible scenario would be that the "spot" is removed, is escaped cancer cells that have been growing, and my tumor marker goes down afterwards.
The bad news. I still have gallbladder cancer. Bad news, indeed, but not "new" news.
The good news. It's almost six months since my diagnosis, and I am still alive. I continue to feel good, and to enjoy my life, and very much to appreciate the gift of life.
The really good news. I am feeling good, feeling grateful, feeling loving as I look forward to celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow and this weekend with family and friends. And I know that I haven't waited until this one day in a year to express my love and gratitude to those in my life who love, support, and care for me. Happy Thanksgiving!
Monday, November 13, 2006
Love, Cancer and Vulnerability
Lately, I've been thinking about the vulnerability of loving a person with cancer. Like many folks who are diagnosed with cancer, after my gallbladder cancer diagnosis I found that some of the folks in my life drew closer, and some pulled away. Those who drew closer have provided amazing emotional, physical, spiritual support for me. And those who have withdrawn are suddenly not in touch and not connected. I don't know whether any of my friends in the second group made a conscious decision to withdraw, or if it just happened somehow. And I don't know how many of my friends in the first group, those who have moved closer to me, have thought about the consequences of their closeness.
In the 1980s, two friends of mine were killed while vacationing in the Caribbean. Murdered on the beach, those of us left behind felt shock and horror at their sudden death. This may sound like an obvious observation, but their deaths brought me the realization that when we love someone, two things can happen. They can leave us, through death or dissolution of the relationship, or we can leave them, through our death or a decision to end the relationship. Those are the options, really. It was the first time I was able to articulate the true vulnerability of loving someone, whether it's a friend, an intimate partner or a family member.
In the past, I have been one who withdrew after a cancer diagnosis. My friend Willa was diagnosed with lung cancer almost three years ago, and soon after, we spent a wonderful afternoon eating and talking and sharing stories. She was determined to fight her cancer, and seemed convinced she would win the fight against the cancer. I left that wonderful day with a strong intuitive sense that she would not survive the cancer, and then I had to decide whether to be with her, loving her, but feeling strongly she would not survive, or whether it was better for me to withdraw. I did withdraw, except through cards and emails and phone calls. I didn't see her again before her death in May of 2005. Given that situation again, with my own experience, I would not withdraw, but I would need to decide how to talk with her about my own feelings about her illness. It's tricky.
As a person with cancer who would very much like to survive this illness, I also have a strong intuitive feeling that I am not meant to assume I will survive. I hope, very much, that this doesn't mean the gallbladder cancer will kill me, but the same intuitive sense that told me that Willa would not survive has told me to take this illness very seriously, not to assume that I'll survive. So I do my best not to be in denial, and to take this illness and diagnosis in full awareness of possible/probable consequences. I hope to be here for many more years. But I digress.
Thinking about the vulnerability of loving someone with cancer, I have been thinking about my friends, longterm and new. My longterm, long distance friend Bev has been consistent in her loving attention. When she heard about my diagnosis, Bev called me in the hospital with two things to say: "I love you. When can I come to see you?" Those were the perfect words for me to hear a day or two after surgery, still hospitalized and still reeling from the diagnosis. Later, when she came to visit and stay for a week, Bev sat with me in stunned companionship as we contemplated the diagnosis. "You need another spring, at least," she said, and we both cried. I haven't asked Bev if she's contemplated the intensity of continuing to be in relationship with me, knowing that I have a terminal diagnosis.
I've also been thinking about new friends. I talked with my new friend Sandy about this last week. We've had a developing friendship for less than two years, and we meditate together weekly. Sandy said that she has thought about the vulnerability of being in an ongoing relationship with me, and she doesn't plan to go anywhere. We talked about this and we cried. How much easier, I think sometimes, would it be for her to leave now, and not to wait, not to worry with me as I anticipate a scan, not to worry about where this disease will take me. I don't want to lose her friendship, but I think about this.
And I think about the vulnerability of my family, my family of choice and my family of origin. Because we are family, they may not feel they have a choice, although we all know that family members do sometimes leave when faced with disease, or financial hardship, or the lure of something more enticing around the corner. I think about Patty, struggling with me through the challenges of this disease, and of my children, who are surely too young to lose a parent.
Loving someone with cancer means being vulnerable to loss, to pain, to the struggles the disease can bring. If someone you loved had cancer, would you choose to stay in relationship? Would you move closer, or farther away, or maintain your current distance? Do you know? Could you bear the vulnerability?
In the 1980s, two friends of mine were killed while vacationing in the Caribbean. Murdered on the beach, those of us left behind felt shock and horror at their sudden death. This may sound like an obvious observation, but their deaths brought me the realization that when we love someone, two things can happen. They can leave us, through death or dissolution of the relationship, or we can leave them, through our death or a decision to end the relationship. Those are the options, really. It was the first time I was able to articulate the true vulnerability of loving someone, whether it's a friend, an intimate partner or a family member.
In the past, I have been one who withdrew after a cancer diagnosis. My friend Willa was diagnosed with lung cancer almost three years ago, and soon after, we spent a wonderful afternoon eating and talking and sharing stories. She was determined to fight her cancer, and seemed convinced she would win the fight against the cancer. I left that wonderful day with a strong intuitive sense that she would not survive the cancer, and then I had to decide whether to be with her, loving her, but feeling strongly she would not survive, or whether it was better for me to withdraw. I did withdraw, except through cards and emails and phone calls. I didn't see her again before her death in May of 2005. Given that situation again, with my own experience, I would not withdraw, but I would need to decide how to talk with her about my own feelings about her illness. It's tricky.
As a person with cancer who would very much like to survive this illness, I also have a strong intuitive feeling that I am not meant to assume I will survive. I hope, very much, that this doesn't mean the gallbladder cancer will kill me, but the same intuitive sense that told me that Willa would not survive has told me to take this illness very seriously, not to assume that I'll survive. So I do my best not to be in denial, and to take this illness and diagnosis in full awareness of possible/probable consequences. I hope to be here for many more years. But I digress.
Thinking about the vulnerability of loving someone with cancer, I have been thinking about my friends, longterm and new. My longterm, long distance friend Bev has been consistent in her loving attention. When she heard about my diagnosis, Bev called me in the hospital with two things to say: "I love you. When can I come to see you?" Those were the perfect words for me to hear a day or two after surgery, still hospitalized and still reeling from the diagnosis. Later, when she came to visit and stay for a week, Bev sat with me in stunned companionship as we contemplated the diagnosis. "You need another spring, at least," she said, and we both cried. I haven't asked Bev if she's contemplated the intensity of continuing to be in relationship with me, knowing that I have a terminal diagnosis.
I've also been thinking about new friends. I talked with my new friend Sandy about this last week. We've had a developing friendship for less than two years, and we meditate together weekly. Sandy said that she has thought about the vulnerability of being in an ongoing relationship with me, and she doesn't plan to go anywhere. We talked about this and we cried. How much easier, I think sometimes, would it be for her to leave now, and not to wait, not to worry with me as I anticipate a scan, not to worry about where this disease will take me. I don't want to lose her friendship, but I think about this.
And I think about the vulnerability of my family, my family of choice and my family of origin. Because we are family, they may not feel they have a choice, although we all know that family members do sometimes leave when faced with disease, or financial hardship, or the lure of something more enticing around the corner. I think about Patty, struggling with me through the challenges of this disease, and of my children, who are surely too young to lose a parent.
Loving someone with cancer means being vulnerable to loss, to pain, to the struggles the disease can bring. If someone you loved had cancer, would you choose to stay in relationship? Would you move closer, or farther away, or maintain your current distance? Do you know? Could you bear the vulnerability?
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