After my better plan, I now have a newer, bester plan 😉 …
Yesterday, I had a PET-CT scan and it is clear that I have too much tumor mass to go into my allogeneic stem cell transplant next week, as originally planned. So, I will start a 4 week hospital stay tomorrow, focusing on chemo treatment for my tumors.
Since my diagnosis changed to T-ALL about 6 weeks ago, there are some relevant chemo treatments for my condition that I haven’t had yet, notably asparaginase and methotrexate. I’ll have those in the coming weeks, which means that my resistance to infections will be severely compromised. I’ll also need some detailed medical follow-up. In short, I’ll spend the next 4 weeks in an isolation room.
If the chemo does its job, then my tumor mass should be seriously reduced or even completely gone. Then I should be able to have my stem cell transplant in about a month or so, which will involve another 4 week hospital stay, again in isolation.
In short, the current plan is to enter the hospital tomorrow for 4 weeks of chemo treatment, then spend a week at home to recover and then spend another 4 weeks in hospital, for my stem cell transplant.
Will probably not be the most fun period of my life, but I’ve spend weeks in an isolation room before. Gives you lots of time to read and work, which I do enjoy. Really. And there is a serious chance that this treatment will actually save my life – which is kind of nice.
Apologies if my health bulletin isn’t the most interesting kind of news. In any case, all in all, I’m rather optimistic and hopeful. Hope you’re doing fine too!
I don’t feel my work is done, and I’m not ready to rest, but I am happy that Oliver Sacks is finding peace.
And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and perhaps the seventh day of one’s life as well, when one can feel that one’s work is done, and one may, in good conscience, rest.
We’re enjoying a few days of Family Holidays before I enter the hospital for tests and my stem cell transplant. Time with the family rather than with medical staff feels a bit like Sabbath, a tradition I’ve always admired…
A great technique is “backwards planning”: you start with the result on a certain date in the future and then plan backwards towards the present from there. So, that’s kind of what we did for my treatment.
I will have my allogeneic stem cell transplant on September 2. (Thank you, anonymous donor!) That means that I will enter the hospital on Monday 24 August, for total body irradiation and intensive chemotherapy (endoxan). Yes, we really want to go after the Bad Cancer Cells with everything we have!
That in turn means that I will have a plethora of tests and preparations on 19-21 August – six interventions in total, but I do get to go home in the evening and spend the weekend at home too.
And that leaves us with a bit of time until then! I still need to get Yet Another Blood Check next Tuesday, but it looks like we will have a bit of time for a Family Holiday after all. I just booked us into a hotel in Trier, Germany (close enough to get back home easily if necessary, just in case).
The original plan was to spend much more time, with our Friends in Umbria, but hey, sometimes you need to abandon a plan for a better plan!
And then there is the after-2-September period. I don’t think about it much. I hope to be back on my feet quickly. But if not, then not. I mostly hope to get back on my feet for good. So we can visit our friends in Umbria for long periods, and many years to come…
Sometimes, I have this vision where I see fear in the eyes of everybody I encounter. When that happens, everybody looks distressed and worried to me. This vision never lasts very long, but the effect always stays with me for much longer: we’re all vulnerable, and we’re all afraid from time to time…
Some fears are a bit silly of course: for instance, I’m somewhat afraid of spiders (probably for sound evolutionary reasons that are really not all that relevant anymore for someone living in a context like mine). Even silly fears can be quite disruptive: I once froze, somewhere very high in one of the towers of the Sagrada Familia because of a fear of heights. Froze. Literally. Couldn’t move. Panicked. Not funny. Took me ages to get to the exit. I still feel uncomfortable when I think of the experience.
Some fears are a bit less silly. Last week, we were in London and saw some Francis Bacon paintings at Tate Britain. His art touches me in rather an extreme way: a Bacon painting always scares me. Or confronts me with a fear inside of me that I try to stay on top of. Maybe that is the same thing. I know of no other painters who have that effect on me – with the possible exception of some Hieronymus Bosch paintings. This kind of fear is less silly than a fear of spiders, I think, because it relates to something existential, something related to what it means to be human.
Most of us have a fear of dying, I guess. I know I do – a bit more consciously now that I’m a Patient with a Serious Disease. Yet, it is difficult to confront or discuss that kind of fear: I always feel like I’m behaving hysterically when I mention it, as if I want to draw attention to myself. Most of the time, mentioning fear of dying kills a conversation anyway, and most people react with a “don’t give up, you can beat this disease” type of message. Which is nice, but admitting fear doesn’t mean giving up!
To the contrary, I actually think it’s important to recognise that fear, and to try and live with it in a conscious way. Otherwise, I have the feeling that I’m fooling myself, pretending to live in a Disneyland World where all will always be allright in the end and avoiding the Tough Issues.
I actually had very similar ideas about fear before I became a Patient with a Serious Disease – ever since I realised I would eventually die. I remember exactly when that hit me: I was twelve, sitting in a bus home from school, when the bus turned a corner… A story for some other time.
Maybe, if you can live without being hysterical about your deepest fears and without pretending they aren’t there, maybe then fear can become your best friend…
PS. Fear is also hard to write about, as I just experienced. I’ll write about something positive next time. Promise.
As I’m writing this, there is blood from someone else dripping into my veins. Later today, I will be stronger than this morning, because someone decided sometime ago to donate blood. Someone who doesn’t know me. Someone who doesn’t get a “thank you, that was really helpful” note this evening. Someone who may have long forgotten about donating blood in the first place.
Even more, it looks like I may have a stem cell donor. If that is confirmed, then that is Really Good News for my treatment. The only way this could happen is because someone decided sometime ago to donate stem cells. Someone who doesn’t know me. Someone who doesn’t get a “thank you, that was really helpful – you may well have saved my life” note in a few weeks. Someone who may have long forgotten about donating stem cells in the first place.
To all of you who donate blood, cells, whatever: thank you. I owe you.
Many of you wrote to me before that you registered. This “thank you” is for you.
And to everyone else: why not register now? I’m sure you’re enough of a google expert to find out how to do so in your country…
Went to the hospital this morning to have my blood checked. I thought that was the plan. But we had a meeting instead. Which was … interesting.
As it turns out, a chromosomal analysis of my tumor cells had revealed that I actually suffer from T-cell lymfoblastic lymphoma (not Peripheral T-cell lymphoma, Non Otherwise Specified, as assumed over the last 15 months or so).
That means a change in regime: tomorrow, I will start a hospital stay for 5 days with chemo therapy (Nelarabine). I will get chemo on day 1 (tomorrow, Tuesday), 3 and 5. The next two weeks are chemo free, but I will need to get my blood checked twice per week at the hospital. Cycles in this regime are three weeks, so day 21 is like day 1 again. This continues for a few cycles, probably – also depending on how soon we find a stem cell donor.
(Did I remind you recently that you can help me or someone else by becoming a donor? Just think about how cool it would be if you saved my life. Or someone else’s for that matter. Becoming a SuperHero could just be a mouse click away…)
On the practical side of things, this implies quite a few changes… The Bad News: no family trips this holiday period. The Good News: better prognosis – which matters more in the long run 😉
tl;dr I will not be in the office, but in the hospital this week…
Let me be honest: I do have some issues with the Greeks… I mean: they are responsible for Demis Rousos and Nana Mouskouri! One of them would have been bad enough… But then the Germans gave us James Last. And the British Engelbert Humperdinck. Still, nobody argues that this is sufficient reason to throw the Germans or the British out?
And, you see, that is exactly what I think is wrong with the ongoing discussion about a Grexit. Throwing the Greeks out should not have been an option we discuss seriously. Because it is not a reasonable response to the current situation. For me, that is like discussing firing nuclear missiles to Moscow because we don’t like Putin’s policies. I don’t like Putin’s policies. But sending nuclear missiles is not a reasonable response.
We need to work out the current issues. In a dialogue. Discussing reasonable responses to the situation. Not by trying to blackmail one another into submission.
For crying out loud, even the word “Europe” has Greek roots!