Posted 6/2/2016 11:27 PM (GMT 0)
CHAPTER 2: THERE AND BACK AGAIN (apologies, now and in future, to Mr. Tolkien)
It is clearly a challenge living with a terminal diagnosis. That is almost an oxymoron, but it is a better frame of reference than dying with a terminal diagnosis. My go to mantra these days is "Yes, but not today....". Some of you might recognize that from the Swordmaster of Bravos who was teaching Arya in GoT 1st season; his answer to a comment he would meet someone better at the sword someday.
Another part of my solution to the challenge is engagement in everything external as much as possible. As example, when I headed out to Bethesda last week for clinical trial screening, it was easy to treat it like the adventure it is- with backpack and sun hat and a folder of maps and info, I set forth, alone, on a journey with more hope in my mind than despair. And of course, right out of the gate, my plane had a low tire-- replacement required, 5 hr delay, multiple connection corrections- fortunately it was the day before my appointment-- I seemed to cope with it quite calmly.
NIH THE BEHEMOTH
Wow. Building 10, the clinical center, is the third largest federal building. The scale and logistics of managing so many patients on a daily basis is impressive. From the assembly line phlebotomy complex, through the EKG suite, finally to Out-Patient clinic 12 (on the 12th floor), all was orderly, direct, and done in good time and sequence. I saw 2 clinical nurses, a social worker, a patient manager, and then the team: 4-5 docs and a research RN. Labs they drew showed that, after only 2 weeks HT, my testosterone was down from 274 to 35, and PSA went from 29.5 to 16.4. (I had expected it would take longer for HT to alter those values) Dr. Madan said that the fact I was not taking any ibuprofen for past 12 days was more significant than the lab scores. Treat the patient, not the clinical data, I guess. Anyway, it all went off smoothly and I went back home with a "we will let you know", mostly because HIV/HepB/C labs were not available, and positives on those are exclusionary. Trip back was anticlimactic, but two days later I was setting up camp at a local music festival. Great weekend for my wife and I it was.
TRAVELLING AT 0.9 LIGHTSPEED
Time is still funny. It seems to plod along. It seems like a month ago, but only last week I was in Bethesda for screening for the clinical trial. Each day this week (well, Tuesday on...) I lived near my computer, waiting for that email of acceptance. Hard to not send a query at the end of each day, resolved I would on Thursday (today), but... got a call from research RN this AM. I fly out next week (clinical days are Tuesdays) to enroll and begin treatment.
ARMED AND DANGEROUS
So I was randomized to Arm B in this trial (see earlier post for full description) which means I will get PROSTVAC simultaneously with chemo. I will start with the first vax shot next week, then return in two weeks for a booster, and 24 hrs later, docetaxel infusion. On this second trip I will be admitted into hospital for 2 days so they can draw blood on regular basis to follow kinetics of chemo over 24 hrs. After that, q 3 wks I get booster and chemo for 5 more cycles, but no hospital stay. It is not rational, but I get some comfort from the notion that I am working hard at getting the best treatment I can access- again, that engagement in external activities thing helps keep me from self-inspection, which always causes that beast in the cellar to become a bit more active. Yeah, it is like that- living in a house where you know something scary is in the cellar, so you steer clear of the door. Part of the challenge.
LESSONS LEARNED
Coming back home last week, I realized I need to minimize travel connections and time in airports/airplanes, cause I was going stir crazy at the end. Nothing but direct flights from now on, which means a 2 hr trip to the "big" airport- it will be worth it.
WHAT'S UP!
Hormone therapy is amazing. I know that how one perceives it is all context dependent, but for guys like me, I think of the SE and say "bring em on!" I say this because HT has given me respite from constant discomfort, and feeling better always increases the numerator of the H/D (hope/despair) quotient. Also, after three weeks, I kept thinking what SE? nothing significant yet... Except I think I had my first hot flash last night. I perform at a regular open mic every Wednesday (and last night). Living in Colorado, and being older, I wear a long sleeve polyester shirt under a button shirt to stay warm. It has also become, I think, part of my style statement on stage (yah, it's all pretty silly...). Sitting in the bar last night, by golly it got real warm- ugh! but no diaphoresis. Still, I actually went to the john and was about to take off the under shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror, liked what I saw, and berated myself for being a wimp. Darn the hot flashes, full speed ahead. Had a pretty good set.
But I will likely be on HT until I enter palliative care (ouch- there goes my soul patch and goatee; so much for stage presence...), and as much as I can balance HT SE with the benefit it provides, I need to be more proactive in fighting the SE. So today I signed up at a nearby gym and had my first session with a trainer. More adventure. I may end up being more fit with less muscle mass than I have ever been since I hit 25. Well, one can hope anyway.
THREADS THAT BIND
I read the forum everyday of course. Part of me sez "quit that, it only focuses your energy on the beast in the cellar"- but another part of me feels like I gain some control when I feel connected to others who travel this same path. Another part feels more in control when I can place the beast on a clinical stage, certainly one of the benefits of reading posts here. But mostly, it makes me feel better to share this burden with those who know it well, and in turn, to absorb the burden of others as they share in their posts. If you read this, and see some of yourself or your loved one here, know that I read your story too, and I think of many of you everyday and send my wishes for peace and comfort your way. It takes a village, right?
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