Tracy is going to make me famoose!

Fabulous food writing from our Trace -
And I am the thus-mentioned Sugar Mama. Enjoy!

http://www.tracyfood.com/2008/10/30/food-writing-snarktacular/

Gastlycrumb tinies

So it's about what we feared - a recurrence in seven lymph nodes.
From the look of it, it's the same cancer as before, creeping back.

At this point, there are not good odds for a cure, so we are starting
to think of it as a chronic disease instead of a cureable one.
There's always a small chance of a cure - the "long tail" in the
statistics, but it's unlikely. (For those of you that like numbers,
let me know, and I'll tell you what I know, and point you to the
studies I've already read.)

I start chemo again soon, possibly this week, certainly next. I'm
having a new port put in a week from today, so I don't have to be
stuck with their little needles every week. This regimen will be
Taxol and Avastin. Taxol has all the usual caveats, hair loss,
nausea, blah de blah. Avastin is a monoclonal antibody (aren't I
fauncy) that targets the blood vessels to starve tumors. It's the hot
and fancy new treatment, and increases the response rate considerably.

As for how you all can help - I'm doing okay, other than the waking upat 3 am bidness, which is a pain. The support people are currently more in need of support than I am - send Tess your love, and give Kevin the opportunity to vent, or preferably go out and kick things and strangle small animals.

Lots of love,
grun

[Insert ugly emoticon here]

The preliminary biopsy results are "consistent with a metastatic
recurrence of breast cancer". As of the moment, that's pretty much all we know - I got this from an on-call doc whom I don't know, not from any of the regular doctors. I go in to talk with my oncologist on Monday, and then will have a much better idea of what the next line of treatment is, and whether it's possible to cure it, or only to
control it.

I'm doing OK, the wert and the imp are having a harder time. I haven't used the word "metastatic" with the imp yet, but she does know that the breast cancer has come back.

I'm glad I nagged my doctor to take a second look at the lymph nodes....

PET scan

"PET scan? What, are they looking for,
little cats and dogs inside you?
What fresh hell is this?

- wertperch

I had a PET scan on Wednesday morning, Oct. 8. The technical explanation, above, covers the imaging process - this is the more personal version.

The PET scan started out about 24 hours before the scan itself - I was not supposed to exercise. That meant I missed my Tuesday morning dance class - major bummer. But even 24 hours after exercising hard, muscles are still uptaking glucose, so it can obscure the scan.

It also requires fasting for 6 hours beforehand, which I don't really mind, since I often skip breakfast. What it did mean, though, is that I couldn't have my usual Yorkshire tea, and arrived at the doctor's offices with a raging caffeine headache. I seriously considered cheating, and told the nurse with all the pokey pokey. She laughed, and said that actually, they've tested it, and that caffeine increases the glucose uptake, and it can, indeed, obscure the test. Glad I didn't cheat.

Injection of the radioactive glucose, and a command that I was not even allowed to READ for the next hour - so the muscles holding up the book wouldn't steal the glucose. Who knew? But along with a fairly hefty dose of Valium, I did what any stressed-out, worried, former cancer patient would do - I fell asleep in the chair for an hour.

Then they helped me stagger in to the PET machine, where I lay for 45 minutes while the machine buzzed and whirred. The only uncomfortable part is that I had to hold my arms up over my head the whole time - I didn't know it was possible to get muscle cramps in your shoulders.

Then, thank the [Powers That Be], they let me go, and wertperch walked me down the street to the local coffee and tea shop. Food! Strong. Black. Assam. It had to be one of the top three cups of tea I've had in my entire life.






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My doctor called me in the early afternoon.

Although I don't know a lot of the details, apparently there are seven locations that showed up as "hot spots" on the scan - two behind my right collarbone (the ones I was nagging the docs about in the first place), two in my right chest wall, and three along my mediastinum - adjacent to the trachea, apparently. Given the pattern, it's very unlikely that it's not a recurrence of the previous breast cancer.

I will know much more when I speak with my oncologist, this afternoon. From what I read, this is a regional recurrence - the next layer of lymph nodes out from the original cancer site.

Good things - if it is contained within the lymph nodes, it's a better prognosis than if they are new tumors. The fact that it's within the lymph nodes means my immune system is still fighting the cancer, and in addition that the cancer has not invaded any other organs. Breast cancer is most likely to go next to the brain, bones, liver and other abdominal soft tissue, and lungs. The fact that there is no evidence of any additional metabolic activity in any of those is a good sign.

Also, the fact that the CA-15-3 numbers are not up means that it's not invaded my bloodstream, so thus another indicator that it's contained within the lymph nodes.

Down side - wertperch and the imp are distraught.

I'm fairly philosophical about the whole thing. I'm VERY glad I bullied my docs into taking a second look at that beastly lymph node above my collarbone - proves my intuition is more accurate than their biopsies. (So there!)

The upside of having done the treatment before is that I know what to expect - although the treatment is brutal, I survived, I recovered, and was back to pretty much full health, barring the odd shoulder stiffness and reflux. I've also been getting more exercise, and the tougher I am going into it, the better the results usually are. Can you say, "durable"? And I even still have my own axe and teeth!

So I will add an update to this sometime over the weekend. Sometimes it takes me a few days to process all the medical gobbledygook, and then we'll all know what we are in store for. (For what we are in store?) - We'll all know what to expect.

Love to all,

grundoon

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the mental dental waiting room

I missed a day of work today.

The reason I missed a day of work is that last night, as I talked on the phone to my darling Sumati, I felt a lump over my right collarbone. Lymph node, I think, and since that's how I detected the breast cancer in the first place, I thought, yeah, better get that one checked out.

Now, if you are not a cancer survivor, you may not quite know what this is like. Greg and I joke about it, he says, "yeah, I had cancer this morning, when I shaved. I cut myself, and when it wouldn't stop bleeding, I think, Oh my god, it's cancer coming back, and I'll have to have....." and your brain goes into overdrive imagining not just the next step, but the next 97 steps.

But the truth is, I'm not in a panic. I'm not in a snit. This time it's much more like being in the waiting room at the dentist's office.

I know it could be bad news. But it's a weird combination of slightly wired and, truthfully, bored. I know, I know, possible cancer recurrence, supraclavicular lymph node, more chemo, more radiation, blah blah blah, whatever. Yawn.

Honestly. I have a lot of fun planned for this weekend, and I am NOT going to miss any of it, or not enjoy any of it, because my brain has decided to kill me. Truth is, if I have a recurrence of the cancer, we'll deal with it. And I refuse, refuse, refuse to waste the next week fantasizing about what will happen if it's bad news.

Did you hear me, Powers That Be? I'm just going to live my life, and enjoy this celebration that's happening this weekend, and frankly, it's about Caroline, it's not about me, so let me just let it be about her. If worries come up, I'm going to pet them, tell them how cute and small they are, and send them on their merry way.

For you information junkies, I seem to have a supraclavicular lymph node that suddenly got large - around 2 centimeters. the oncologists' office sent me in for a fine needle biopsy, but that won't happen for a week - the large and grunchy gears of the medical establishment do not grind at a rapid rate, so now I'm in the Mental Dental Office for a week. So be it.

But in the mean time, tomorrow I'm going rafting, and Sunday is a party, and I think I'll just pass on the whole turning my brains to mush with worries for the time being.

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