June 13, 2007

No Break for Me

Wasn't it John Lennon who wrote, "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans"?

It may not have been Lennon who wrote those words, but they describe my life during the past couple of months all too well.

Anemia. Meltdowns. A doctor who fired me. A second cancer, melanoma. Problems with my younger son. Ongoing problems in the treatment room at my cancer center.

By the time I went to visit Dr. Livingston in Tucson back in mid-May, I was ready to refuse treatment, and just let things float for awhile. Because, as with so many people living with cancer, my problems were caused by the TREATMENT, not the cancer.

Dr. Livingston rode to my rescue, I thought, when he suggested that I could safely take several months off from treatment (Herceptin, Avastin, and oral Cytoxan, plus various drugs to control the side effects of treatment), as long as I was closely monitored by my new oncologist in Seattle.

I was dancing off the walls with joy. And of course I blogged about it.

A Break From Treatment

A Cancer-Free Month

Then, just a week or so ago, my right arm started hurting, and I began to wonder if I was going to get that break from treatment that I so desperately wanted, after all.

The Break That Wasn’t (Maybe)

After waffling for a few days, I bravely called Dr. Lee and admitted that my arm really did hurt, and it was getting worse, not better. So he scheduled me for an MRI yesterday morning, and between that time and my appointment today to get the results, I played "what if."

I figured that even if there was another tumor in my arm, we could treat it with radiation (a drag, because you have to go in every day. But I'm an old hand at radiation, I've done it three times now). And I could make a case for staying off the chemo for awhile longer, as long as my tumor markers stayed down.

Then I'd have a reasonable summer, even if I was tied to the cancer center by a 24-hour leash.

I also fantasized that I had just exaggerated the pain and there was really nothing very seriously wrong. Haven't I had enough? More than my share?

That, however, is not an argument that works with the cancer gods.

The answer, once I saw Dr. Lee, was weirder than I could have imagined. He showed me the MRIs, explained, and said, "I really have no idea what is going on."

Oh, boy. Not good.

The MRI shows edema, or swelling, in the MARROW of the upper arm bone, the entire length of the bone. And a couple of suspicious spots that might be cancer, but don't look like the other tumors I've had in my bones.

So. We looked at each other. I asked a few distracting questions about what I was looking at on the scan while I got my breath back. Dr. Lee suggested maybe a biopsy of the bone, but that's apparently a surgical procedure.

I could see where this was heading, and I wasn't liking it.

We talked a bit more and decided that I should have all the other scans (the ones I had so blithely scheduled for early July when I was planning to have a month off from cancer) ASAP. They are all scheduled for next Monday--one long day of scans. PET/CT and lots more MRIs.

He also wants me to see another doctor, one I know because I've written about him and his patients. A big guy in the bone cancer world. Waiting for the phone call about that appointment.

And of course I've e-mailed Dr. L in Tucson and asked him to check in with Dr. Lee.

So that's what's happening.

Note: If you are new to my blog, you may not realize that I am extremely sensitive about people giving me unwanted advice. Please do not e-mail me advice. I am not looking for medical advice.

Also, please be careful with the platitudes. Don't tell me you are sure everything will be fine. You don't know that and neither do I.

Messages of support and friendship are gratefully accepted.

@ Jeanne Sather 2007.

December 01, 2006

Don't Write Me Off

I originally wrote this piece in the fall of 2004, after the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Texas refused to see me for a second opinion. I submitted the story to Newsweek’s My Turn column, but Newsweek didn't run it, so it is appearing here for the first time.

One irony: If I had told the appointment-setter I first talked to at M.D. Anderson that I was considering going there for treatment, she would have made an appointment for me. She told me as much. But since I only wanted a second opinion, no room at the inn.

I also tipped off the Houston Chronicle about the situation at M.D. Anderson, and reporter Todd Ackerman wrote a story in which I was quoted. The story is mostly accurate, but Ackerman played down the financial reasons for M. D. Anderson's decision, even though he had off-the-record sources that told him, as they told me, that the major reason for the decision was financial: the cancer center doesn't make enough money off second opinions. Second opinions are a kind of "loss leader" intended to bring new patients into the center, to put the situation in business terms.

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When I was diagnosed with breast cancer six years ago, I got a second opinion, and then a third. And I've always been glad I did. The doctors I consulted for my third opinion, at the University of Washington Medical Center, confirmed my diagnosis, but they also offered me a surgical procedure—sentinel node biopsy—that was not available anywhere else in Seattle at the time.

Having this procedure (along with a mastectomy), in which only three lymph nodes were removed from my armpit for biopsy, spared me the lifelong complications of lymphedema, which can include swelling and risk of infection in the arm.

The UW doctors also offered me a multidisciplinary team approach that worked marvelously well—all the specialists I needed, including a surgeon, radiation oncologist, and medical oncologist, participated in my initial consultation and then worked closely together throughout my treatment. (This team approach, now common at major medical centers, was new in 1998.)

The same doctors have cared for me ever since, although they've moved from a windowless basement at the UW Medical Center to nicer digs a few miles south at the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance, where patients in the waiting rooms can watch float planes take off and land on Lake Union.

Despite the excellent medical care I've received, I've spent a lot of time watching those float planes. In 1998, at age 43, I had a mastectomy and chemotherapy. The following year, the cancer came back in the skin where my right breast had been, which meant more chemotherapy with radiation thrown in as a bonus.

In December 2001, cancer resurfaced in my bones, breaking my right arm, and I began treatment with a targeted therapy called Herceptin that mercifully lacks chemo’s typical side effects. I also had radiation therapy to treat the large tumor in my broken arm. Last fall [2002], a new Herceptin-resistant tumor appeared in a rib near my spine, and we added six months of chemotherapy to my regimen.

After completing chemotherapy for what was my fourth bout with cancer, I decided it was time again to seek another opinion. I know, and my doctors know, that it is only a matter of time before my cancer returns. Since it has metastasized, we no longer expect to cure it; only push it back into remission, hopefully time after time.

I have (mostly) come to terms with this, but I have children and I will pretty much do anything I have to in order to live as long as possible. (No "do not resuscitate" orders on my bedside table.)

Seeking a second opinion doesn't mean that I don't love and trust my doctors here in Seattle, in particular my medical oncologist, Dr. Robert Livingston, but I need to gather as much information as possible about my treatment options going forward. I have difficult decisions to make—and the wrong decision could cost me my life.

Should I undergo chemotherapy again? Should I look for a cancer vaccine clinical trial? What about T cell therapy—is that right for me?

After doing some research and talking to experts, the name of Dr. Gabriel Hortobagyi floated to the top of my list. He chairs the Department of Breast Medical Oncology and directs the Multidisciplinary Breast Cancer Research Program at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, Texas. Dr. Hortobagyi is also a consultant to Genentech Inc., maker of Herceptin, which I've been taking for two and a half years now.

If anyone should be able to give me advice about what to do next, I thought, it is Dr. Hortobagyi. So I contacted M.D. Anderson and asked for an appointment to see him. But I was told that none of the breast cancer specialists at M.D. Anderson would see me for a second opinion.

Being a journalist, I demanded to know why. Second opinions are a routine part of the care offered by every major cancer center in the country. The researcher who had given me Dr. Hortobagyi's name, Dr. Nora Disis, said she had never heard of a cancer center refusing to see a patient for a second opinion.

I received a letter from Dr. Thomas Burke at M.D. Anderson explaining that the cancer center no longer has the "capacity" to see breast cancer patients who seek this service. This unannounced change of policy occurred earlier this year [2004], although the breast cancer section of the M.D. Anderson Web site still touts the advantages of getting a second opinion, and of getting it at M.D. Anderson.

Initially, I thought the change of policy was probably a "bean-counter" decision, like so many bad decisions in health care these days, but the reality was much more chilling. In a telephone interview, Dr. Hortobagyi said that that his department was turning away between 30 and 60 new patients a month before it began rationing care by refusing to see women seeking second opinions.

"In that case," he said, "it is preferable to limit access to a group of patients we are most likely to benefit—individuals who have received no prior treatment, or minimum prior treatment."

He continued, "The efficacy of treatment is inversely proportionate to the extent of prior treatment. If a woman has had chemotherapy before, we can prolong the life of that patient for about a year. If she has had two treatment regimens before, the response rate is about 20 percent or less. …For women who have had four to five regimens, we start reaching the limits of futility." Brrr.

As a woman who has had four regimens of cancer treatment and still works and enjoys a good quality of life, it freezes my soul to hear that one of the best-known oncologists in the country thinks that advising me about my future treatment would be "reaching the limits of futility."

This attitude is especially shocking because Dr. Hortobagyi is a consultant to the maker of Herceptin, which (outside of clinical trials) is only approved to treat women with metastatic breast cancer. So he knows a lot of women like me. [This information about Herceptin was true at the time I wrote this piece, but the drug is now used to treat women whose breast cancer has not metastasized.]

I've learned a lot about cancer research and statistics during my six years of living with, and writing about, this disease. No one explains these statistics better than Stephen Jay Gould, who wrote "The Median Isn't the Message" after he was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer in 1982 and told he had only eight months to live. (Gould survived for 20 years, and you can read his essay online.)

So I know that statistics (such as, for example, the statistic that only 25 percent of women with metastatic breast cancer will still be alive five years after their disease metastasizes) cannot predict the fate of any individual woman.

I asked Dr. Hortobagyi if M.D. Anderson had considered making decisions about which women to see on a case-by-case basis.

"Too time-consuming," he responded.

He added that the staff at M.D. Anderson who talk to potential patients do not have medical training, and much of the information they gather is "incomplete and inaccurate." Rather than come to him for a second opinion, women with advanced disease should do research on the Internet, he suggested.

We have a different attitude here in Seattle, where my doctors at SCCA tell me that metastatic breast cancer is a chronic illness that can be managed with periods of treatment, periods of remission, and fairly good quality of life throughout.

Second opinion? I think I'll just stay home.

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Fall 2006 update: I reread Dr. Hortobagyi’s comments just now, and I am still shocked that he would say these things to me. He knew before the interview that he was talking with a woman who was both a journalist and someone living with metastatic breast cancer. But, while his comments are still chilling, and you couldn't pay me enough to put myself in the same room with him, two years later I am still alive and still doing well, and I feel like thumbing my nose in the direction of Texas and Dr. Hortobagyi—"Nyahh, nyahh…you were wrong. I'm still here." Childish, I know, but rather satisfying.

Another note: I no longer receive my cancer care at SCCA. With the departure of my medical oncologist Dr. Robert Livingston for a new position in Tucson, I have changed both doctors and cancer centers.

Read the Houston Chronicle story: Center will stop giving 2nd opinions on cancer / M.D. Anderson says it'll serve only those breast cancer patients who get treatment there


@ Jeanne Sather 2006

October 17, 2006

The Assertive Cancer Patient: Gets a Second Opinion

There are three very good reasons to get a second opinion, and even a third, when you are diagnosed with cancer. The first is to confirm the diagnosis. The second is to explore treatment options, which may include alternative medicine. And the third is to make sure that you have chosen the right doctor for you.

This whole process of getting referrals, researching doctors, gathering test results, and making appointments may feel overwhelming when you have just been told that you have cancer. But in a few weeks or months, you will be very glad that you did this. This is also a job that can be delegated to a trusted friend or relative, who can make the appointments, organize the paperwork, and go with you to appointments to be a second set of eyes and ears.

Many people are afraid that they will offend their first doctor by saying that they want a second opinion. A couple of thoughts on this: Second opinions are routine in cancer medicine. No good doctor should be offended by your saying you want a second opinion. And if the doctor is offended, what does that tell you? Is this someone you want to trust your life to?

Also, if you live in a rural area or smaller city, you may not want to travel to a major cancer center for treatment, but it is a good idea to go to one of these centers for a second opinion. Then you can have your treatment closer to home if you desire, secure in the knowledge that a doctor who is a specialist in your type of cancer has been involved in planning your treatment.

@ Jeanne Sather 2006

September 22, 2006

Why Be Assertive?

Seattle lawyer Gloria Nagler says that when she was first told she had endometrial cancer she was “totally passive.”

This is a lawyer who at that time (four years ago) had spent more than 17 years appearing in court, speaking in public, and being very assertive on behalf of her clients. Even so, when told she had cancer, she was unable to assert herself. I think most of us feel that way at first. (I did.) Gloria says she was passive because she was shocked by the news and afraid.

“It never occurred to me to check around, “ she says. “My surgeon was a general surgeon, not a cancer surgeon, or even better, a surgeon specializing in gynecological cancer surgery. That cost me a second surgery.

“It’s done. it’s past. I didn’t sue.”

Gloria’s first surgeon removed the cancer, and told her she was cured, but the doctor had not removed the lymph nodes. So when Gloria did consult a gynecological cancer specialist, she was told she would need a second major surgery to remove the lymph nodes because without them there was no way to “stage” her cancer and tell her how far it had progressed.

“It was appalling,” Gloria says. “I paid the price of a whole second surgery. From then on I was not passive.”

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