It has been wonderful being home, after being away for a month and a total of 24 days in the hospital (24 days!!!).
I have had some very exciting news from Dana Farber. My free light chains (one of many myeloma markers) have completely normalized. My heavy lightchains have gone down by lalmost half and my M-Spike is also down by almost half.
Lisa, Erica, and Kirsten “watched” me this week while Scot worked. Next week (my last week that I am required to be watched) Erica and Sarah are on duty. Sarah will take me to my Dana Farber visit on Thursday (bone marrow biopsy, blood work, EKG, and 2 MRI’s because insurance is denying the PET scan again).
I’ve been feeling pretty well. My legs have been sore, I think from laying in a hospital bed for all that time. The only remaining bone pain seems to be my lower back. I had aggressive lesions at L1 and L5. I get tired and nap every afternoon.
When I am not at home being watched I am at Smilow (3 days a week) getting blood work and transfusions as needed. This is because of my lingering cytopenia. Here is some information about cytopenia from Healthline:
Cytopenia occurs when one or more of your blood cell types is lower than it should be.
Your blood consists of three main parts. Red blood cells, also called erythrocytes, carry oxygen and nutrients around your body. White blood cells, or leukocytes, fight infection and battle unhealthy bacteria. Platelets are essential for clotting. If any of these elements are below typical levels, you may have cytopenia.
Several types of cytopenia exist. Each type is determined by what part of your blood is low or decreased.
Anemia occurs when your red blood cells are low.
Leukopenia is a low level of white blood cells.
Thrombocytopenia is a deficiency of platelets.
Pancytopenia is a deficiency of all three parts of the blood.
The symptoms of cytopenia depend on which type of the condition you have. They can also depend on the underlying problem or condition that’s causing the low blood cell counts.
Symptoms of anemia include:
shortness of breath
dizziness or feeling lightheaded
cold hands and feet
Symptoms of leukopenia include:
Symptoms of thrombocytopenia include:
bleeding and bruising easily
difficulty with stopping bleeding
My hemoglobin held from my transfusion at the hospital last Friday, until this Friday. My platelets did not fair as well. They were 24 last Sunday, 11 on Wednesday (I received a transfusion of platelets) and 10 on Friday (received more platelets). My ANC (absolute neutrophil count – what they follow for the leukopenia) has been ready at 200 even as I give myself Neupogen shots every day.
I did some research and found a study with this chart showing how long it takes CAR-T patients to recover from low blood counts.
The research nurse at Dana Farber threw out 2 months as a time frame. We’ll see.
What it means for my day-to-day is that I have to flush my trigger-lumen central line every day, give myself the shot of Neupogen and go to Smilow 3 days a week. If I need a transfusion the visit can be 4-6 hours.
Trying to be patient, but you know that’s not exactly my forte!
Let me also take an opportunity (again) to thank everyone who has reached out, sent food, babysat me, sent other gifts and treats. I am so blessed to be loved and cared for by so many. Everyone’s generosity has been mind blowing.
I am literally losing track of time. So rather than a detailed timeline I’m just going to explain where we’re at and why.
I am currently in a holding pattern in Boston waiting on an application for expanded access application from the FDA. On Friday the sponsor determined that my platelets did not meet the criteria for the clinical trial (required:50; mine:15). However, they did approve me for compassionate use pending the FDA/IRB approval.
The vast team at Dana Farber including my oncologist, Dr. Munshi, and Dr. Jacob Laubach, principal investigator on the trial have written a protocol for the use of the CAR-T cell therapies already engineered for me.
Timing: The application was sent late afternoon on Friday, now it’s the weekend, and Tuesday is MLK national holiday.
On Friday I received fluids, a unit of blood, and a unit of platelets. Today was an off day. Tomorrow I go for lab work and possibly more blood products. Sunday is also an off day.
Assuming I get approval from the FDA on Tuesday I will be admitted and get the lymphodepletion chemotherapy inpatient as there is concern that my low counts will go even lower.
If only things were so simple as the title of this post. But, dear reader, never fear – all is well.
I drove to Boston at 5:00 am on Monday morning, December 7th. I valet parked my car and left my suitcase with the front desk. And then I walked the mile to Dana Farber.
Then I walked the maze that is the Dana Fraber/Brigham & Women’s complex, all inside in overhead walkways. They schedule you to arrive at 9 am for a 10:30 procedure. Tending toward the prompt side, I had a long wait in the waiting room.
When I got down to the pre/post op area the nurse started running through her questions. She noted that I had told them I would Uber back to the hotel. She then asked me who would be staying with me? “No one.” “You are having conscious sedation, you need someone with you for 12 hours.” Of course, this would have been good to know when I had the lengthy pre-op discussion on Thursday night!! Oy. They landed on giving me less sedation. And they did, and I was fine.
The next day I arrived at the Kraft Family Dlood Donor Center where they do the apheresis. Yes, that Kraft, the whole place is strewn with Patriots memorabilia! I had a visit from one of the research nurses, she told me I might want to stay over night because some people get tired from the aphaeresis. Do these people not know that I am a planner and need all of this information up front?!?! Anyway, a mere five and a half hours later and the apheresis was complete. I loved my nurse who sat with me for most of those hours. I asked a lot of questions, he was very informative and had good advice. He also had a lot to say about the ways politics and medicine come to play. He kept pointing doing the street and referencing “Cambridge”.
Then I headed back to have the line removed, which was inconsequential, other than the slight discomfort of laying down flat on your back with your head below your heart for 30 minutes.
Next up was a special bonus visit, back up to the multiple myeloma clinic for an Xgeva shot because my calcium was elevated (12.9). And then the drive home, which did not include any traffic even though I left a little after 4 pm. I always like to point out whatever little upside there is to this pandemic – no outbound traffic on a Monday night in Boston!
Wednesday morning I started my bridging therapy at Smilow. And because my hemoglobin was low (7.9) I needed to get a blood transfusion.
I felt pretty terrible on Thursday and Friday, probably the worst I have felt since the stem cell transplant. Very out of breath and oh so tired. Saturday I went into Smilow as scheduled for a neupogen (zarzio) injection to make sure my white blood count doesn’t go too low. Now, get your score cards out: my hemoglobin was down to 7.7, and on the bright side my calcium was almost normal at 10.3. So, another blood transfusion. Four and a half hours there.
Bridging therapy: December 9 (done), December 16 and 23 (all Smilow) Arrive in Boston: for the next phase of the overall CAR-T Cel therapy: January 13
I will stay in Boston from that date until 21 days after I receive the cells back (Day 0)(approximately January 20). However, they have warned that these dates are NOT set in stone and even mentioned that Dr. Munshi might want me to stay in Boston until 28 days after Day 0.
On Tuesday afternoon, exactly one week before my leukapheresis, I got a phone call from my regular APRN at Dana Farber, Tina Flaherty. She told me that my M-spike was 2.06 and to be accepted into the study it needed to be 2.1. (A higher M-spike = more cancer.)
She told me to get another protein electrophoresis done at Smilow. They were also going to try and talk the pharmaceutical company into accepting me since it was so close and all of my numbers qualified me.
As an interesting point about these numbers, Dana Farber gives the results to the 100th decimal place, so the same test at the same time would have had me at 2.1 since they only report to the tenth decimal place.
So I found myself hoping that my cancer had gotten worse in the last week. I also was much more anxious about not having the treatment than having it.
While I waited for the results from Smilow (Alfredo my APRN there was really great about keeping in touch with me and telling me what they knew, etc.), I got a pre-op call on Thursday for the placement of my temporary line (placed Monday morning, out on Tuesday morning). One of the last questions she asked was who was driving me home after the procedure on Monday? I said, “What? I need to be driven home???” Because it’s a short visit and I was assured I would feel good enough to drive home on Tuesday I am traveling up myself. So just another wrench in the works. My final decision is to still go by myself, if I have time I’ll walk the mile to Brigham and Women’s Hospital and then Uber back to the hotel. Tuesday I’ll drive and park at Dana Farber.
Friday late morning I got a call that they had a verbal on my M-spike and it was 2.4 – yay? 🙂
I will get treatment (“bridging therapy”) at Smilow December 9th and the 16th, the same regimen I was just on (Carfilzomib, Cytoxan, and Dexamethasone).
Hope to get some actual dates for the rest of the CAR-T cell therapy on Tuesday.
“Cutting edge”, it sounds so hip, so cool, so in the know. And on the cutting edge is where I now find myself.
My current treatment of Krypolis (carfilzomib), Cytoxan (cyclophosphamide), and dexamethasone has stalled, a small uptick, an inch downward, but staying right about where it has been. To the layperson (aka me) this doesn’t seem so bad, especially considering where the numbers were. But to an oncologist, this is a failure of the treatment and a need to move on to something else.
I met with Dr. Seropian on November 11th, a little more than a week before I was already scheduled to see Dr. Munshi at Dana Farber. Seropian mentioned some clinical trials at Smilow, I wrote them down to take to Munshi. I told him I knew that Dana Farber had put me on a list for a CAR-T cell therapy trials at Dana Farber.
And then that Friday night (November 13), at almost 6 p.m., I got a call from a Dana Farber (DF) research nurse. There was an opening in a CAR-T cell clinical trial for December 8th. They had reviewed all the candidates and I was the perfect one (apparently the right combination of enough cancer, and enough health). She gave me a quick rundown and I agreed to participate. I was hoping that this would be coming up soon, so I wasn’t that surprised. December 8th sounded sort of far away, but it really isn’t.
The DF research team managed to schedule all of my screening appointments for Monday, the 23rd:
It sounds like I might get a 2 week chemotherapy break between now and December 8th.
After December 8th things are a bit up in the air, this is what I know:
I will receive some sort of bridge therapy after the 8th and before I am admitted.
It takes 4-6 weeks for them to modify my blood cells.
About 2 weeks before they are ready to start the process of returning them to me I go back to DF for more tests including a bone marrow biopsy (boo!)
5 days before they return the cells I will get 3 days in a row of lymphodepleting chemotherapy (fludarabine and cyclophosphamide), the first 2 days are 8 hour days, and the third is a 4 hour day). This is followed by one day off, the following day I am admitted, and the next day I get the cells, Day 0.
From Day 0 I will have a minimum hospital stay of 7 days, depending upon the severity of the side effects.
For 21 days from Day 0 I need to be within one hour of Dana Farber.
For 30 days from Day 0 I need to have a caregiver with me 24/7.
When I ask the nurse how I will feel after this part or that part (I never ask about the week in the hospital, I should do that) she always says it’s not that bad, I can drive myself, etc.
Speaking of driving myself, this pandemic and no visitors and quarantining, etc. is really throwing a wrench into my planning. No visitors at all at DF for outpatient visits. One visitor for inpatient. But with travel restrictions it is complicated.
The possible risks/side effects of the treatment sound pretty horrific, but they have found that myeloma patients are faring better than the lymphoma patients (CAR-T is already approved for lymphoma). In the studies (there are multiple companies vying coproduce this therapy for myeloma), myeloma patients have not reached the highest degree/level (3) of side effects. That said they are: cytokine-release syndrome (CRS), neurological events and brain swelling, and tumor lysis syndrome (TLS). So fingers crossed!
So much has happened since early July, I was waiting to blog until I felt I could write about my brother’s passing. But, as it turns out, I just can’t. You can read Roger’s obituary.
On July 26th my son, Kyle, had a serious leg injury from a “tubing” accident. A boat sped by them too fast and too close which caused a large wake as they were nearing the boat they were tubing from, flipping my (large) son, his girlfriend and her two younger siblings into the air. Only Kyle was injured, catching his calf on a cleat on the side of the boat. It was a deep, wide, ugly, nasty, gash. I will not post photos here (they are not for the faint of heart). They rushed him to a nearby hospital where they decided to sew him up – only for him to get an infection two days later, sending him to the hospital for emergency surgery, where they thought he might have flesh eating bacteria.
It is very long story with a total of 3 surgeries, lengthy hospital stays, a skin graft, tremendous care from his girlfriend, Andreah, and many, many ups and downs. But 7 weeks later he was able to go back to work. He has no limp, it looks “pretty good” considering, and he hopes to get back to the gym soon.
Not the 2nd Inning Anymore(the continuation of my relapse)
I started the daratumumab/pomalyst/dexamethasone (although the first cycle on pomalyst, Smilow wasn’t sure about it because of my low blood counts – not “cancer counts” but CBC etc.) on June 18.
On July 1, my “cancer numbers” had increased 24 fold (24 times what they had been) – boom! Followed by a 37% increase, etc., etc. One evening, a week after my brother died, leaving my son in the hospital after one of his surgeries, I received a call from my Smilow oncologist, Dr. Stuart Seropian. He said we needed to start thinking about other therapies. He had lots of suggestions that I listened to walking through the parking garage and driving home, but not really able to take any of them. He wanted to know what Dana Farber thought, I did too.
For the first time, I had a hard time reaching anyone at Dana Farber, or getting a return call back. It felt like a long time, but as I look back at my online patient portal it was less than two weeks. I finally spoke to Tina (APRN) on August 10th while on vacation with my family in Maine. She said all of the symptoms I was experiencing (oh yeah, I wasn’t feeling really terrific, out of breath, headaches, tired, some low grade fevers) was because of the myeloma. She said she would confirm with Dr. Munshi but thought we would switch to Krypolis (carfilzomib), Cytoxan (cyclophosphamide), and dexamethasone, which is indeed what I started on August 17th. She also told me how sorry she was “that it came back”.
The new regimen is given 3 weeks on and one week off, the Krypolis and Cytoxan are given by infusion. The dexamethasone is a pill, and is every week. The Cytoxan is more like “real chemo” as opposed to the other regimens I have been on where there were basically no side effects. I am tired, a little nauseous (managed with a couple of anti-nausea meds), and my blood counts are taking a beating (ANC, so I am very immunocompromised and need Zarxio injections to get my neutrophils up; hemoglobin, so I am pretty anemic, headaches, tired, out of breath walking up the stairs, etc.; and platelets, so I bruise easily).
After a little mix up I found out that Dana Farber only wants me to get the Cytoxan on week 1 and 2, which is what we are doing now, and I think it will give me two good weeks out of 4 which sounds really good at this point. And even better news is that my meloma numbers are dropping:
Kappa Free Light Chains
Percentage change from start of treatment
As a reference, the kappa free light chains should be around 1-2.
The evening after my 3rd dose of Krypolis and Cytoxan I went to bed with chills. When you are getting chemotherapy that can lower your blood counts you are told to call if you get a temperature of 104° or greater. Around 9:00 pm I called as my fever rose above the limit and they wanted me to come in. Smilow has an Oncology Extended Care Clinic (ECC) so oncology patients don’t have to go to the Emergency Department and fortunately it was still open and had a bed for me.
When you go to the hospital with a neutropenic fever (I have my own personal experience with these and the experience of my first husband, Ken’s, as well). They culture and test you for every possible type of infection. And during the pandemic, a COVID-19 test is also part of that. And typically they don’t find anything but treat you with broad spectrum antibiotics anyway. This was the case for me, I was admitted and treated with several IV antibiotics. They also managed some of my treatment side effects. I was in the hospital for 3 days, and eventually they did find a little bit of pneumonia in the lower right lung. I had no symptoms of pneumonia and finally got home (after working in the hospital for a couple of days).
The next time I had treatment (2 weeks later as there was a week off in between) I again got a fever. I did not call Smilow. I was a bad girl. I just really, really didn’t want to be admitted to the hospital again. I monitored the fever, it went as high as 102.8°. But then it did come down and I was fever-free by morning. I “told on” myself at my next appointment and was advised that I really needed to call, which I agreed I would. That night (after treatment that day), again, I got chills, and again the fever went over 100.4°. I called right away. My APRN, Alfredo called me back. I told him I really didn’t want to be admitted, but I would come in for all the cultures, swabs, etc. He checked the ECC and they were full with no beds. He agreed that I could stay home and call him in the morning, and not take any Tylenol the following day so we could make sure the fever was gone. And it was. I continue to get a fever the night of the day of treatment, apparently it is just part of my body’s response to the Krypolis.
I’ll continue with this treatment. I’ll remain immunocompromised in the middle of a global pandemic. I closely watch our local state COVID-19 numbers, and the trend is not great. It is going to be a long winter. If I am playing the “pollyanna glad game”, quarantine during the pandemic does allow me to rest without pushing myself to engage in fun, active social activities, it’s the perfect excuse to lay on the couch after a long day of work.
I don’t actually know what the “plan” is. I go to Dana Farber in person for the first time in a long time on November 19th. Dr. Munshi (who is the myeloma leader for the CAR-T Cell Therapy program at Dana Farber) has put me on the list for their CAR-T cell therapy, it is still a trial but he expects approval around the end of the year. If I relapse again, that seems to be the next step, possibly with DCEP therapy (had DCEP pre stem cell treatment) prior to the CAR-T cell therapy, because my myeloma is a tough mother-fucker. But you know what, so am I.
It feels like I haven’t blogged about multiple myeloma in a while…
It started with a pain on the side of my upper chest on April 16th, which grew worse day by day, until it hurt to take a breath. My first thought was breast cancer (I don’t know why. I’m a little over due for a mammo?). Then I thought I had COVID-19, you know you read a symptom “tightness in your chest” – but when the rubber hits the road what does that mean?!? I called Smilow and they said to call back if it got worse.
It hurt to lift my arm. It hurt to lay in bed. It hurt to take a breath. It hurt. But, I was already scheduled to g in for treatment on Thursday, so I waited. And it got worse.
So there’s a lot of blah, blah, blah between then and now that goes something like this:
X-ray = broken rib, maybe indication of bone lesion.
PET scan, full body = single bone lesion on the left rib where the break is.
Conversations with Dr. Seropian at Smilow = change in treatment? radiation? what does Dana Farber think?
Video visit with Dr. Munshi = (I love Dr. Munshi, have I mentioned that? I love him so much I may be in love with him.) Orders a bone marrow biopsy, unusual that it’s just one lesion, my numbers are creeping up but not too dramatically.
Bone marrow biopsy = (Have I mentioned that I hate them? Well, I do, they hurt. They stick a needle into the bone of your hip to remove marrow and they take a bone sample.) It was a bit of a shit show, after the APRN telling me I should not feel any pain down the back of my leg, I got pain down the back of my leg. And then he had to call in someone else to do it. She struggled a bit, I had my earbuds in with very loud music so I couldn’t hear it all, at one point she said “Maybe this needle isn’t sharp enough.” Nice. And then I got pain down the front of my leg. Afterwards she said I have very hard bones, whatever.
Almost 2 weeks for bone marrow biopsy results = Change in treatment, the myeloma is back. Relapse.
Relapse. “Some people stay with this regimen for 20 years.” That is not going to be me.
But, this is not tragic. There are many, many treatments for multiple myeloma. Everyone’s path is different. I have a friend who was diagnosed 12 years ago, had a stem cell transplant 11 years ago, but that only held for several months, relapse. But since then he has been on the same regimen, without another relapse.
It is also not great news. I am back to being a full on patient.
My new “regimen” is daratumumab/pomalyst/dexamethasone (although the pomalyst might be up in the air, it is similar to revlimid which my blood counts struggled with, doctors are discussing, we will see). Daratumumab (aka Darzalex, Dara) is a targeted monoclonal antibody. It binds to CD38, a protein found on myeloma cells (this protein is also found on other cells, such as red blood cells). It is thought to slow myeloma cell growth in several ways, including by helping the immune system to seek and destroy myeloma cells. It is not a chemotherapy, it is an immunotherapy. The side effects are similar to ones from my previous treatment regimen. I did not enjoy taking dexamethasone when I was first treated, we’ll see how I do with it this time.
The greatest risk is an infusion reaction. So they give it to you very slowly in the beginning. They pre-medicate you with 50 mg of Benadryl, Tylenol, Singulair, and the dexamethasone and wait 30 minutes. I had my first infusion yesterday and made it through with flying colors, no reaction at all, so they anticipate that I will not have one. The administer half of it each in back-to-back days, so I go back today for the second half. I was there yesterday for 6.5 hours, the infusion takes 4 hours and then you have to wait 30 minutes to make sure you are stable.
Next Thursday the infusion will only take 90 minutes (which means at least 2.5 hours) and that’s what it will be going forward. The schedule is once a week for 8 weeks, every other week for 3 or 4 months and then monthly. So, monthly will be good, I’ve been going every other week for 5 years.
At my last appointment at Dana Farber in January, Tina Flaherty, my APRN, was talking about all the treatments coming down the pike and then said, “But you don’t have to worry about that, you’re only in the first inning.” So now, I guess I’m in the 2nd inning.
Awake before 2:45 am alarm (Scot was already up for over an hour). Showered and hit the road right on time at 3:30 am. Chose to take the Merritt Parkway, which turned out to be a mistake as a dense layer of fog covered the windy unlit highway. So, just an added ounce or two of pressure on a fun-filled morning!
We arrived right on time at 5:00 am, just when the valet parking opened, went through security, had our passes printed, and then it was up to admissions on the 3rd floor. We were met there to be taken for my pre-op MRI. I suppose I was fairly relaxed as I fell asleep twice during the MRI!
Typical pre-op meetings and questions: nurse, neurosurgery resident, anesthesiologist, and surgeon (Dr. Sisti). Then at 7:30 am, pretty much right on time, I kiss Scot goodbye (the nurse takes his cell phone number and tells him when he should expect to hear reports, etc.) and they walk me down the hallway into the operating room. Along the way they realize they have not given me a cap for my hair, so as we walk I am trying to stuff my gigantic mass of hair into one of these caps. (I realize now that they probably took it off almost right away, so what was the point?)
I lay down on the table, they tell me they will give me something to relax, adjust pillows and put an oxygen mask over my face and tell me to take deep breaths and I’m out.
I now know that part of the pre-surgical prep included stapling the surgical drape – to my scalp! And pinning my hair back, also with staples into my scalp. So strange to think that stapling things to your head is the way they do that!
At approximately 1:30 pm Dr. Sisti came to the family waiting area to report to Scot that the surgery was successful, they removed the tumor, one of my olfactory nerves was totally crushed, the other one was slightly pushed to the side and that it was very close to my optic nerves.
Waking up in recovery, I suppose is what one might expect post-brain surgery: pain and nausea. Scot just told me the other day that I looked at him and said, “Whose idea was this?”
Visiting rules in Neuro ICU are quite strict, a 30 minute visit every 2 hours. And I would say with good reason. Attempting to engage with a visitor while in intense pain and being extremely nauseous is quite difficult and not helpful. You know what is helpful? Pain meds and and anti-nausea meds which induce sleep. Sleep is very helpful. Not being awake – very helpful. Dilaudid, fentanyl, and zofran were my friends. And the nurses. The nurses were amazing.
Sarah and Scot made the call to keep visitors to the hospital to just family. Definitely wise.
Wednesday, February 6th
The next morning the surgical resident, Dr. Smith, came to visit me, ran me through the neuro tests (this happened many, many times a day during my hospital stay): shining a light in my eyes, follow the fingers, how many fingers here, how many fingers there, how many fingers here, lift your feet up, push against my hands, pull my hands, etc. He left but came back a few minutes later with one more thing: had I smelled coffee yet? I had not. Did I have coffee? Well, I did have a cup of instant Maxwell House they had given me (I was thinking perhaps some of the nausea and headache was caffeine withdrawal, at this point I was 2 days with no caffeine, far from my normal), but I told him it was disgusting and does not really smell like coffee under normal circumstances. However, he was holding a Starbucks cup, so I asked if I could smell his coffee. He kindly complied – and I could smell it – success! Olfactory senses intact!
The next big event was getting moved out of Neuro ICU. Unfortunately, there were not any rooms available. They moved 6 of us to another floor, but not to regular rooms. The increased nausea while physically moving on the gurney was unpleasant, like seasickness, I had to close my eyes.
My first visitors on Wednesday were Kyle and Andreah. Poor things couldn’t find me since the hospital didn’t have an updated record of my location. Somehow they found a helpful person who not only knew where I was but personally escorted them to me. I am afraid I was not really any more exciting to visit Wednesday morning than I was Tuesday post-op. They sweetly kept telling me not to try to stay awake. I think their visit ended with me vomiting. Good times.
Here I am Wednesday morning in my fancy turban. I have to say part of me liked the look – wide turban with curly mop sticking out of the top!
I’m not exactly sure what the blister on my upper lip was from, assuming the intubation.
Next visitors were my mom and sister Kirsten. They were NOT happy with my situation, still on a gurney with my feet hanging over the end of it, and not in a room. They immediately took action, making phone calls, finding people, I don’t even know what they did. First, the hospital was able to scrounge up an actual hospital bed for me, one where my feet did not hang off the end. I had not realized how much I was missing being able to control the angle and positioning of the bed. Laying only on your back is not comfortable, and requires a lot of adjusting. When I was on the gurney I had to ask the nurse to adjust the back for me.
Nausea and pain continued pretty consistently on Wednesday. The nursing staff alternately thought the nausea/vomiting was a reaction to the anesthesia, or from the opioid pain killers. I suppose we’ll never know which it was.
Shortly after my mom and sister left, they moved me up to a semi-private room where I was immediately assaulted with a wall of tv screens, mine and my neighbors, with both volumes up. I had not realized how I was enjoying the lack of stimuli. Sadly, my roommate had been in the hospital for a month post-stroke. She was somewhat non-compliant and a fall risk as she often tried to get out of bed on her own. It turned out that she had a one-on-one aide to make sure she didn’t do that. This added further to the commotion/noise as the aide watched tv all night, snacked and had visitors herself.
Sarah in the meantime had been keeping watch and managing things via phone from home, talking to nurses and eventually Dr. Sisti late in the day on Wednesday when she called the nurses’ station and he happen to be in the room with me. When she expressed concern about the pain he told her it was likely from the pressure bandage, they agreed that he would loosen it, if I got a black eye, so be it. He cut it a bit to loosen it but left it on. I don’t recall if I had immediate relief but I can tell you that on Thursday I finally felt a little bit human.
Another interesting thing Dr. Sisti said to me when he asked me how I felt and I said “meh”, he asked, “Do you feel like you had major brain surgery? Be cause you did!” I feel that up until that moment he had somewhat downplayed the surgery.
Thursday, February 7th
Thursday my dad and Andrea came for a visit, and I was happy to have some company that I could finally engage with – I think I might have even been up in a chair! They also came with a bag of candy which was also good timing as I finally felt like I could eat something.
Sarah also decided that she was tired of being long distance and took the day off of work on Thursday to come a little earlier than planned. (To complicate this, Kensley got sick with a fever and Andreah saved the day and came to East Haven to babysit! It turned out that poor Kensely had a double ear infection and the flu.)
Also Thursday morning, the surgical resident removed the bandage completely and I had my first look at my staples/surgical site. (See title of blog above.) I was a little surprised to see the staples beyond my hairline, somehow I had the impression that everything would be back behind the hairline.
Also note the lovely neosporin hair gel (blech!). I would not be allowed to wash my hair until I got home.
Sarah arrived and got to know the goings on of my roommate and her husband as well as I did. I suppose it was entertaining if nothing else! It was good to have her company, but I was also glad she had the chance to hang out with her cousins for dinner and an overnight.
Heading home, Friday, February 8th:
Sarah’s training as my daughter really came into play when she asked a few key questions, at the right time, of the right people to get me discharged and us on the road by 12:30 pm on Friday!
I was finally able to get a good look at the surgical area after washing my hair on Saturday.
Home life these last two weeks has been pretty boring: resting, Tylenol, daily walk, more resting, thinking about updating the blog, being too tired to update the blog, rinse, repeat.
Had the staples removed at Dr. Sist’s office last Thursday, February 14th. He advised me that the meningioma is determined to be a grade II meningioma because of the “microscopic foci of brain invasion”. What this means to me mostly is that the follow-up (MRI) starts in 3 months instead of 6 months.
Most difficult limitations are not being able to drive and not being able to lift more than 10 pounds. The 10 pounds comes into play mostly in that I can’t pick up Kensley, finding all kinds of work arounds without actually telling her that I can’t pick her up! And I guess the wound is not very noticeable since Kensley has not mentioned it – and she misses nothing!
In the meantime, I started back in with my multiple myeloma treatment last week. Monday, I have my semi-annual appointment at Dana Farber and Thursday it’s back to New York Presbyterian for my post-op release from Dr. Sisti and treatment at Smilow. And then Monday the 4th, if all goes as planned I’ll be back at work.
The love and support from far and wide has been heartwarming and healing: visits, flowers, cards, texts, emails, Idaho breakfasts (!), all of it. Thank you one and all.
Dana Farber has a patient portal, where you can see your appointment and your lab results and send messages to your doctor. And they have a new feature now where you can read your doctor’s notes after your visit. These are the notes that your doctor puts into your record. Doctors have always done this. They are leaving information for themselves and for anyone else who might look back into your record. And now there is a new initiative afoot called Open Notes. I know about Open Notes because of my job at Yale Health. We have implemented this and call it “Shared Notes”. Interestingly, at Yale only 7% of patients are reading their notes.
For the most part notes are somewhat boring and a tad redundant. And this was as it should be. The idea is that your doctor would have shared what he wrote already. When I visited with a cardiologist last year he actually dictated his note while I sat there, and told me to let him know if he didn’t get something right. It was very interesting – and talk about transparency!
A few months ago I read my note from my visit with Dr, Munshi on January 18th (the notes are often not available right away so you have to remember to go back and read them) I saw something that caught my eye, this is what I read:
She is in remission both from symptoms point of view and Also from laboratory results.
Well, will you look at that, I am “in remission”.
I have to say that it does feel a bit different. The stem cell transplant is coming up on 3 years (3 years!) and I’ve been on maintenance therapy for two and a half years. Everything is moving along without much fuss. All good!
I have found myself feeling a bit cocky, well, not feeling cocky, but having some cocky thoughts – maybe I could take a break from treatment – which my intellectual mind knows is not wise nor possible. And there isn’t any reason to want to take a break, other than the biweekly bloodworm sticks, visits to Smilow and injections into my stomach (oh and the constipation, don’t forget about the constipation!). But, really, there is no need. And all it takes to burst my cocky bubble is to wonder about what would happen if I did take a break, and the numbers went up, and it was back, and back where I had to get more and different treatments. Thank you, no, I will stick with my boring schedule.
And that brings me around to why I will be walking in the MMRF Tri-State 5K Event on Sunday, June 10th. Multiple myeloma remains an incurable cancer, so we walk, and raise money and support great organizations like the MMRF in hopes of finding a cure. If you’d like to join my team on the walk (or donate) visit my page.
So, putting things in perspective I was officially diagnosed with multiple myeloma on May 5, 2014, rounding the corner to four years ago. (I only know this because I looked it up today.) I have been on maintenance therapy, post-stem cell transplant, for two and a quarter years (per Dr. Munshi, last week). I feel good. I am completely a symptomatic. My numbers look good.
And last week, Dr. Munshi told me I don’t have to go back to Dana Farber for SIX months – woot! No quarterly visits. Bonus!