March 2024 Update
(I wrote this towards the end of February. I’ve hesitated to post it until now. There is an updated addendum at the end.)
I wasn’t sure I’d make it to 2024. I know… none of us know if we have another hour… But, I’m talking about the likely progression of my disease. (If you are new here, you can find my cancer history above where it says, FAQs/History) For example, last January I had a fairly serious metastatic pleural effusion (cancerous fluid around the lung). According to stats, 73% of people with metastatic pleural effusions are dead within one year. Life expectancy of liver metastases? Four to eleven months from discovery. Life expectancy of skin metastases with metastatic breast cancer? Less than one year. The statistics go on. You get it. Discouraging numbers. The medications and procedures I’ve been given have helped to extend my life during the two and half years I have been receiving them. Last fall one of the therapies shrank my total cancer burden quite a bit! In late December of 2023, I stopped all treatment because I had burned through all the types of medicines available to me except for chemotherapies. I’m not open to taking chemotherapy infusions for stage four cancer. This past week I had a PET/CT scan which showed that my cancer has been aggressively growing since my last scan three months ago. I’m going to give you the nitty-gritty details of the medical side of my life, but not yet. I know some of my loved ones want to know everything, others do not and I understand both positions. So, I guess this post is for those who like a lot of information. For me, knowledge is power. (How many of you just heard the School House Rock song in your head?) Some people assume that my detailed research means I am obsessing, but that is not the case. I don’t research in a frenzy with anxiety. Research and knowledge make me feel prepared. Prepared for what? Pain. Side effects. Grief. Sadness. Death. How about you? Do you like to know all the facts or would you rather not?
This past Sunday I made it to church. I haven’t been much lately because I’m often just not feeling well enough. Today I doubled up on my opioids and off I went. (Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.) Towards the end of the service we sang, It Is Well With My Soul, a profound song that was written by a man who had recently lost his children in an accident. The lyrics are moving for the Christian whether this is the first time reading them or thousandth.
When peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul
It is well
With my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate
And hath shed His own blood for my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, o my soul!
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well (it is well)
With my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul.
When the Christian states that they are at peace, or all is well, etc., I don’t think it means that they are in a state where they have perfectly achieved these things. It is more a state of being or a position. As a child of God, I have been given His peace. I believe that God is bigger than my problems. He can hold me in a place of being soul-well, if you will. I can truthfully state that I am at peace, yet still have sadness, pain and insecurities. So, I want your know, it is well with my soul. It is well with my soul.
Back to the medical side of things. When I had my first scan in this metastatic journey, the report said that I had “innumerable” liver lesions. Innumerable is a word that hits hard! I mean, what do they mean? They actually can’t count them? They don’t want to take the time to count them? Whatever the reason for choosing this particular word, it. is. not. good. A few months ago, I saw the word innumerable again, but in reference to bone lesions (tumors). :/ This most recent scan used the word again, but in reference to pulmonary micro-nodules (small lung tumors). Throughout the past years the scan results have ebbed and flowed, but this last scan was not “good”, to say the least. A hard providence, so to speak. Innumerable liver, bone and lung tumors. My oncologist said that my liver “lit up like a Christmas tree.” Festive. The cancer grew very fast in January while I was having no treatment. Much faster than anticipated. As an aside, since December I have been hitting the alternative treatments with increased vigor. Lots of special teas, supplements, therapies, etc. Sadly, it does not seem as though they helped.
On the maybe-up-side-of-things a new non-chemo medicine came out that I am going to give a try. It’s called Truqap and I’ll start it later this week. It’s so new that not a lot is known about it. I’m taking it as sort of a, why-not? Obviously, it has been through many trials, but when I say not much is known about it, I just mean it’s new. If there are a lot of side effects, I can stop it. Also, I’ll be starting a short round of radiation in a few days. Did you know that radiation is often given palliatively for pain? I’ll be getting it to my right iliac wing (hip bone area). Got my tattoos today! Yep. Radiation tattoos. They are all the rage… you should look into them. Lol.
I had a little get away in the San Diego area this past weekend with two of my girls. We had a GREAT time, but it was also really physically challenging.
It is well with my soul.
Update on 3/9/24:
I finished my palliative hip/tailbone radiation and it seems to have reduced the pain in that area! I have also started my new meds. I initially had some medication side effects, but now they are minimal. However, the cancer side effects have increased. For the past few weeks, I have needed to spend almost the whole day in bed, with only an hour or two in other parts of our house. Walking more than a few minutes is not currently happening and even riding in the car has become challenging. I have upped my pain meds and feel decent in bed, but as soon as I try to do anything else, I’m quite uncomfortable. It is difficult to share this news.
P.S. It is tiring for me to respond to texts and calls. Please feel free to reach out… I love hearing from people, but also know it might take me a while to get back to you.
