All,
The thing about any medical diagnosis is waiting for results and direction. Until you know for sure, speculation added with misinformation will keep you up at night, and it did. We live in the Internet age and you can find just about anything you want to find if you look hard enough. Even cures for cancer. After two months of living like this, I now know direction. Which for the first time in two months is somewhat comforting. I’ve spoken with two surgeons, an oncologist and two general doctors, one traditional and one holistic.
Today’s two-hour session with my oncologist was easily the most informative and educational. I was able to see my CT scan and have it explained to me in any detail that I wanted and he answered any question that I asked. The parasites have attacked the inner wall of my bladder, penetrated through to the muscle, and are on their way towards my right kidney. I will have my bladder and prostate removed. The ureters will be bridged flowing from the kidneys to a single intestinal tube which the surgeons will make from other extra pieces of intestine, and then route those outside of my lower bladder into a pouch which I will have to wear for the rest of my life. That pouch is removed every four or five days. Initially, when I was informed this could be inevitable, it was quite shocking, but, after research and education I find myself hardly alone in this situation and when boiled down to the core, it will just be a different way to urinate. Empty the bag, reattach, and go back and finish watching the game. Drive on road trips for HOURS.
I really thought today was going to be quite life-changing. My thinking and speculating that was most worrisome to me was due to the fact that I would be going through chemo therapy. I was thinking I was going to be handed a schedule to sit in a chair a couple times a week, have energy drained for my body, lose my hair and basically live in hell for 3 to 4 months. I also speculated that today would be the day that I really would psychologically feel that I had cancer. By far the most informative, sincerely caring doctor on my team was the oncologist that Susan and I met with today. Before he talked about any scheduling or information regarding the treatments, he spent nearly 20 minutes finding out about me. What I do. What I’m about and overall, where my headspace was concerning these parasites in me and how they have affected me psychologically. How unbelievably refreshing. Very emotional. For the first time I did not feel like a hospital meal ticket and someone actually gave two shits, actually three about me personally.
He knew about the most up-to-date drugs used in immunotherapy and we will be using some of those during this process. In addition, there will be no hair loss, there will be no nauseousness. Yes, I will have to spend four hours three days a month; that’s right three days a month for the treatment for the next three months. The goal is to reduce the size of the tumor therefore when the bladder and prostate are removed, all of the parasites will come out with it. It’s the eviction notices and if ignored the sheriff IS coming regardless and you are going to go one way or another. It is generally a 4-to-6-week recovery after surgery; however, his thinking was that that I am in pretty good shape that it should only take two weeks or so which include a 2–4-night hospital vaca.
There is also the problem with the blocking of the right ureter coming down into the bladder from the right kidney. It’s highly probable that a stent or tube will have to go into my kidney and drain to the outside of my body, ensuring that the kidney does not back up. This is especially important during these treatments as the kidneys are used to clean out the drugs used during the treatments and they can’t afford to be backed up. So I got that going for me too. But it is outpatient surgery – they stick it in, hook up the bag and you go home in an hour or two. Hopefully pain meds are in that lineup as well.
Now all this fun doesn’t start to happen until sometime after next Friday of when I will have a total body PET scan. This scan will identify any additional parasites that may have wandered off from the reservation looking to start their own clan of terror in some of the other organs. When reviewing the CT scan though, none were identified and it didn’t look like that had happened at all. There was no sign of them in my lungs, pancreas, kidneys, gall bladder, heart, gizzard or quite frankly anywhere else on the scan.
After the surgery and recovery, more than likely in January, the thrills don’t stop there. I will be taking 30-minute immunotherapy hits once a month until September next year, just to make sure that none of these parasites decide to ignore the eviction notice and try their hand at squatting.
I will also go through a hearing test, immunotherapy drugs, play with your ears and actually make them ring. We want to make sure we know what frequencies I am able to hear and that we are not going to mess with them at all. The Oncologist (Dr. Yousef Gaffar) btw, will also hook me up with a nutritionist, which I will use in conjunction with my holistic doctor to offset any of the side effects of the chemo although Susan and I were a bit shocked to find out there will be very little and I would miss very little of the things I like to do in my life, including exercise, music, travelling, maintaining my crib and keeping a full-time job. My employer, CAI Designs, has been more than awesome accommodating this process up to this point. One of the other fears that I had was that this could cost me my job. It’s not going to.
Maybe the most refreshing part of this two-hour consultation was that this type of cancer is difficult to detect with a modern physical. The only way to be sure that you have this is with either a CT or Pet scan or in my case blood is detected in your urine which you would never be able to see with the naked eye. Age is very much a factor. Difficult as that may be to swallow. It was actually reassuring somewhat that lifestyle, diet or environment could not be directly attributed to this particular cancer. I’m sure they may factor into it, but for now it is mostly attributed to one to two pack a day smokers, firefighters or any trade that find themselves around smoke and chemicals, as well as any other trades that may deal with harmful chemicals that work their way from the lungs to the bladder. It is also not believed to be in any way generational.
If you are still with me, sorry about the blah blah blah but that is the update for now. Looking forward to a three-day Labor Day weekend as I hope you all are as well and for me a whole week that I do not have to worry about anything until next Fridays PET Scan.
thank you for all your thoughts and prayers
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