Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Victorious

The doctor says my PET Scan results are inconsistent with the activity level of malignant cells. What does that mean? It appears I have won the battle against cancer. This victory makes that hurdle race I won in high school look insignificant.

Only after getting this fantastic news, did I realize how much underlying tension was associated with the scan results. If the cancer persisted, it would have meant more chemo, more radiation, or both. After coming out the other side of that experience, I really didn't want to re-enter the dark cavern of cancer treatment. My prognosis was good, so the results weren't surprising. Still, an underlying threat that can kill you, creates a great disturbance to one's soul.

Driving home, I felt like I had escaped from a pressure chamber. Life was beautiful again, and never more so when driving through the Sonoma Valley. Drifts of fog were coming over the mountains from the ocean. They wrapped the mountains giving our favorite Hood Mountain a veiled appearance. The setting sun was beginning to create pink and red colors on the top of the fog banks. On Kenwood's Sugarloaf Mountain, a round cloud covered it's peak looking a giant ice cream cone dipped in raspberry sauce. Wonders never cease!

I am not a particularly religious person. Last fall, however, we had a religious experience in the great cathedral in Cologne, Germany. The light passing through the stained glass windows lit sculptures high on towering columns. For centuries, people experienced the same sense of the unexplainable. Hallelujah!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

A PET Scan Sounds So Friendly...


Tomorrow morning I will receive my second PET Scan. The first one measured the size and exact location of my tumors. This one will show if the tumors are gone. I'm thinking positively as the thought of more chemo or radiation is too depressing.

I was not really prepared for the length of time my full recovery would take. I don't know if the medical staff hesitates to fully explain this to cancer patients or if it's just that I was always very healthy. Mostly, I feel pretty good, but my body is still battling back. The hair on one side of my chest hasn't starting growing back yet. Viola says it looks a little like Victor/Victoria when I have my shirt off. My mouth burns a little all the time and I wear down by the end of the day. But I am constantly grateful to be alive.

I notice natural beauty more now. Riding home on the bus, I saw the most spectacular cloud formations as we dropped down into Sausalito heading north. There were three distinct layers- a high fog wrapping over the mountains, above it was a layer of clouds that looked like cotton balls, and up high was a wind-blown layer of whispy clouds that looked they had been created by the hand of a Japanese brush painter. I stared in awe at the wonder of weather. What could be better than to simply view this out of the window of my bus? Next to me a young man was glued to his cell phone engaged in an argument over nothing as important as the view out the window. His loud voice really didn't bother me, but I wanted to tell him to turn off his phone and look at what he was missing. You are alive -- appreciate it!

I am still getting a grasp on this huge event in my life. What it means to be a cancer survivor, knowing that each day I enjoy and witness things I might have never experienced.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Walking Ghosts

I love the author John Berger. In his latest book, From A to X, he writes:

It's the small things which frighten us. The immense things, which can kill, make us brave.

Many people say I've been brave. Maybe so, but I was given an immense thing. I look at others going through chemo and radiation and admire their strength and courage. I was initiated into that club and remain a surviving member. It is quite an adventure on a long road. One of the many interesting people I've met during this experience was a woman who often waited in the radiation treatment room with me. She didn't need chemotherapy and had never been to that area of the clinic. She was afraid of the chemo infusion room. "The people there are like walking ghosts" she said.

I felt ghost-like at times. Straddling between two worlds. Lately, I have been gradually re-entering the land of the living each day. Two days ago, I took my first bicycle ride in over six months. It felt great even though I only rode a fraction of the distance I did last summer. Tomorrow morning, our daughter Susanne has invited me on an early morning hike. I work at home tomorrow and hike before work sounds much better than a bus ride. We'll hike the Lawndale trail pictured below.


Everyone says I look great now but I don't always feel that way. My mouth still burns and tastes metallic all the time. It has been nearly two months and the hair on the radiated side of my body still hasn't started growing back. No wonder I get fatigued with my damaged body still actively repairing itself. In two weeks I will receive a PET scan to look for any remnants of the tumors. Six months after that another one to make sure the cancer hasn't returned. I keep my fingers crossed and try to make every day special.

Goodbye Susan!


My friend, Susan , lost her battle with cancer this week. She was always active-- full of life. Twenty years ago, my wife, Barbara, noted amazing similarities between Susan's astrological chart and mine. When Barbara passed away suddenly, Susan was a loyal friend who always made sure I was getting back into living. Perhaps our most unusual intersection in life occurred when Susan was diagnosed with cancer less than a week before I discovered mine. We both had blood cancers, only Susan's was a form of leukemia difficult to treat. As you might imagine, I have been thinking about Susan a lot. Susan accomplished something the rest of us should aspire to: a life well-lived. Her life's book is closed while we still have chapters to write.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Reconnecting


Returning to work last week gave me a feeling of reconnection. I didn't express myself as enthusiastically as the dancers on the wall of the SF Ballet building, but there was an inner joy... just being alive!

I only commute to the office two days a week during my first month back. Nurses thought I was rushing things to return so quickly, but my doctor allowed me to give it a try. I made it through my regular shifts, but was extremely tired at the end of the day. Normally, I read on the bus when not enjoying the beautiful views over the
Golden Gate Bridge and through Marin and Sonoma Counties. This week, my tongue and eyes burned and I was too tired to even bother with my Ipod. Thankfully, Viola chauffered me home from the bus stop. The telecommuting days are much easier, more relaxed, and without the commute. It felt great returning to work--getting out in the world again and feeling productive.

I tried a short walk on my first day back. The California Supreme Courthouse is just a block from my office. It was surrounded by wild crowds reacting to the same sex marriage ruling. How sad and disappointing to deny fellow citizens the right to
marry! On my second commute day, I made it to one my favorite places-- the main San Francisco Library. It surprised me how much that short walk tired me.

Below you can witness my ambition surpassing my ability. Our daughter and grandson, Susanne and Bryce, were actually the ones who moved most of that dirt while I spread it around new raised beds in the garden. The beds are up and the vegetables and herbs are now growing. Another year and another garden. A garden is wonderful statement about life. Always a joy, this year it is something more.


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Healing


Here's a question to test your knowledge of trivia: What area of the body tans most rapidly?  Why, of course... it's the axilla, also known as the arm pit.  Now, you're probably wondering the point of this anatomical quiz. Well, after a couple weeks of radiation treatments, I became concerned about a dark brown color in my left axilla.  (Doesn't axilla sound more pleasant and sophisticated than arm pit?)   I worried about the radiation was causing an unusual skin reaction-- perhaps skin cancer.  My radiologist explained the axilla's inhanced ability to tan.  I simply had well-tanned a well tanned area of skin from the radiation.  That later became open sores when it went from a great tan to radiation burns.  Enough said!

Today, my oncologist said I am doing great.  He expects the PET scan in two months to show the cancer gone.  I will see the radiologist on Friday for a follow-up on the reactions to the radiation treatments.  I tire easily, especially in the afternoons. The skin over the radiation treatment area is improving, but still red with some scabs.  It doesn't hurt as much and most of the open sores are gone.  What a relief!  The axilla was probably the worst forcing me to keep my arm away from my side in a basic hokey-pokey position.

I caught a cold last week; most likely from attending our usual Mother's Day Brunch at the Glen Ellen Fire Department.  Normally, I hate summer colds, although they tend to be less severe than the winter versions.  This time, the cold didn't seem that bad.  Having just gone throught chemo and radiation, a cold seemed like such a minor irritation.  Ah, relativity.

Yesterday, I sat outside our local Juice Shack and drank a pineapple smoothie.  I watched people passing by and thought about how different my experience has been the last four months.  The world kept turning, but for me it was as if I had stopped and gotten off for a while.  It is nice to re-entering a more normal experience.  I am ready to get my garden planted and take on the Sonoma trails again.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Blossoming Out

Beauty may only be skin-deep, but radiation cuts to the bone.  My left upper torso is far from beautiful with blotchy redness and small scabs from radiation burns.  The flesh feels like it just came out of a toaster oven--and it is cooked medium-well.

I was told that the worst side effects of radiation would follow the last treatmennt.  An oncology staff member called it "blossoming out."  I like it when my flowers blossom, but this is not fun.  It is painful, and I am incredibly fatigued.  It seemed like such a cheerful day when I rang the bell after my last radiation treatment.  Actually, it was a cheerful day, but there's been a predictable increase in my symptoms following that treatment.

Several times a day, I put aloe vera gel followed by a vaseline-type product called Aquaphor.  It's suppose to help the skin, and it probably does, but the burn effects are still obvious and uncomfortable.  The skin stings with raw patches where the skin has come off, especially in my arm pit.  I try to keep my arm out and away from my body.  I sleep on my right side to avoid putting pressure on the sensitive left side.  I imagine the muscles, lungs, throat tissue, capillaries, etcetera, would all look inflammed if they were visible.

Hopefully, I have stopped "blossoming."  I think I may be a little less fatigued than yesterday, but that may be wishful thinking.  The doctor hopes I will be ready to return to work in about two weeks, so let the healing begin!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Last Radiation Treatment

Here's where I began my daily treatments sessions over the last month:


Passing time...


Radiation beam aligning for treatment.


And now the fun begins...


Remote video observation of the radiation being delivered.


A happy day for staff and patients.


The plaque under the bell reads: 
We join you in joyous celebration of the completion of your treatment session...So ring the bell to say farewell.


Farewell to treatments! The radiation will continue to kill cells in my body for weeks to months.  Next week, my only medical visit will be a blood draw at the lab.  Then two doctors visits, radiologist and oncologist, the following week.

Thanks to Viola for taking the great pictures yesterday and being with me every step of the way.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

What a Long, Strange Trip It's Been!

Tomorrow is my last radiation treatment!

I feel like I've been in a small car for seven or eight hours -- and I still have an hour and a half to go. The scenery is no longer interesting. Nobody in the car has anything left to say. I just want to get there and relax...but I'm not there yet. I have to keep driving.

I haven't been posting as frequently and discovered that many of you noticed. I am very tired and obviously, I'm ready to arrive at my destination. While my treatment ends this week, my recovery continues. It will be two and a half months before I can have another PET scan to see if the cancer is gone. It will take that long for the cells damaged by radiation to complete their healing process. The PET scan can't distinguish growing cells, cancerous or not.

It is hard to judge how I feel at this point. I am very tired and my eyes often burn like when I have been over-tired and trying to stay awake. My tongue still hurts,
especially after eating, but I can taste chocolate and I am glad to report it is wonderful. I felt better this past weekend sitting in my easy chair and watching the rain. When the sun is out, I want to garden but don't have the energy to do it for long. I break into a sweat easily when it seems as if I haven't really done much of anything.

The assaults on my body will soon cease and I can begin to heal this battered body. I now practice my guitar for a few minutes a day. Practice will build the calluses on my fingertips again, and time and activity will strenghten my back muscles to garden. In a few weeks, my leg muscles will be ready to take on the hills of San Francisco. Just the other day, I realized that I will ride a bicycle again soon, a thought that sent my spirits soaring.

In the meantime, the moody weather suits me just fine. I have time to think about living again--and I can't wait for it to be effortless.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Another Day, Another Dose

During the initial part of my radiation series, I began to put some normalcy back into my life. I drove a car again, visited the local library, and had lunch at our local Cafe Citti.  Viola and I visited the nearby Quarry Hill Botanical Garden. Walking around forty acres of rare and endangered Asian plants felt great, even if it did wear me out. We sat by some Tibetan prayer flags looking out at our valley and feeling grateful at being alive.

Now, after two weeks of radiation, I am beginning to feel more fatigue.  There is a sunburned feeling on my left upper body that includes both on the skin and deep in the tissues.  The effects of radiation are cumulative and what I am feeling is to be expected.  My radiologist wants me to wait at least two to three weeks after my last dose before returning to work.  Another month of feeling tired, sore, and basically lousy. So far, I am lucky that frequent applications of Aquaphor, a vaseline-like skin lotion, have keptmy skin in pretty good shape- just a blush of color.

This weekend our daughter, Zoe, visited with granddaughter, Teagan.  Now that's a way to cheer up a tired guy.