Knowing already that the cancer had returned, I was unenthusiastic, but willing, to meet with my oncologist the end of October. He expressed his sorrow for my current plight but offered some hope for the future. When discussing the prognosis, he said that the worst case scenario would be 2 years, and the best case would be 5+ years. He likes to tell me about one of his patients who is going strong after 10 years. The next step was to get another CT scan to see exactly what the cancer was doing and then follow up with him the week after.
I had the scan and the results were online the next day. I’ll skip the details because they are hard for my family to hear, but “extensive metastatic disease” summarizes it pretty much. It was difficult to believe the extent of the growth after just 10 months off of chemo and only 6 months since my last good tumor marker. I was interested to hear from the doctor if this is what he expected with a CA-125 (tumor marker) of 81. After all, when I was first diagnosed it was 600-something!
Soon after, I met with my oncologist. Yes, he was surprised at the extent of the growth of the cancer but assured me that the prognosis was the same. The next step was to get another chemo port put in my chest. At this point, I wish I had kept the old one since I didn’t want to go in for another outpatient surgery. But I did. And the following week I started chemo treatments again. This would involve receiving one of the drugs I got in the first round, namely Carboplatin, a platinum drug that kills cancer cells. New drugs I would be receiving are Gemzar and Avastin which control the growth of tumors. I would receive the first two once every three weeks and the latter, the first and second week of the 3-week cycle. I felt improvement in my symptoms (pain and getting full quickly) soon after starting. I had two cycles of chemo before Christmas and was actually feeling almost normal. The oncologist granted me a break from chemo for two weeks so I would feel good over Christmas. I traveled to Washington to spend the holiday with family and it was a delightful pick-me-up as my daughter got me interested in bullet journaling. I came home filled with hope and a desire to be engaged in life and accomplishing my goals in whatever time frame the good Lord was willing to grant me.
I started my third cycle of chemo on December 31st and upon waking to a new year, I was hit by a ton of bricks. The horrendous bladder condition I suffered in the first round had made its glorious return–only worse. Pain, blood, leakage and having to go every 15 minutes greeted me in the new year. Not again! I really had not been too concerned about it returning since I was receiving different drugs (except for the carboplatin) which were not to be as harsh. But return it did. I can’t explain what it is like to try and sleep and live under such circumstances. Hell rings a bell. I made an appointment with my oncologist to discuss this and make new plans. He is giving me a couple of weeks off of chemo and then will try an alternative drug to the carboplatin next time.
The good news is I have started to get some relief. The bleeding has stopped, the pain has lessened and I am able to hold it much longer, and sleep for up to 2 hours at a time. That may not sound great to some, but it is heavenly to me!