Good Days

I had a great day and wanted to share it here.

First, a quick recap:

  • I’m recovering well from surgery.
  • I’ve gotten the ok to drive.
  • We’re ready to get started with treatment options.
  • (And there’s that living Hammer Down thing going on too. See last post)

Today we met with the oncologist. It may have been the best doctor-patient experience I could ever hope to have.

Tina and I were adamant about working with a different oncologist. And that is what we got — a recent transplant to Emory from California with all the right personal and professional qualities that differentiate a good doctor from an amazing one.

I really want to go into detail about how well our appointment with Dr. Read went and how much we appreciate him, but the important thing to convey here is that we had a really positive experience. It makes a big difference.

We don’t have an official Battle Plan yet, but here are the top possibilities:

  1. Stereotactic radiosurgery — It even sounds like hardcore tumor ass-kicking. If my radiologist thinks he can zap the last bit of tumor that’s attached to my Sylvian Fissure without compromising my clutch hand, then we’re gonna attack. You see, we can’t just leave a bit of tumor in there and hope it doesn’t cause trouble.
  2. Tumor Treating Fields therapy (Novocure™) — I would have to wear a skull cap of electrodes and tote around some equipment. The device creates electric fields that disrupt tumor cell division. No one’s saying this is the solution to brain cancer. In fact, I don’t think anyone is even sure how or why this device is effective fighting tumor growth. But results have been good and I’m a perfect candidate. It’s not invasive. There are no side-effects. I’m glad this is one of my options and that Dr. Read has experience with it.
    We’ll have to travel out of state again to get involved with the Novocure product — most likely Chicago.
  3. (More) Investigational Treatment — There are some clinical trials coming down the pike that should be ideal for me if options 1 and 2 above don’t pan out.

Some more details that may be of interest to other brain cancer savvy readers.

Avastin

Avastin is there as an option for me, if needed. But right now, it doesn’t seem to be of any use FOR ME. Dr. Read shared his understanding and belief about the real value of Avastin on brain tumors. I have never been keen to get on Avastin so I’m glad it’s not being pushed on me.

Testosterone

To be as healthy as I can be is a priority. It has been for me all along, but Dr. Read is the first doctor to really consider it part of the actual treatment plan. He’s encouraging me to continue my physical health activities — biking, walking, yoga, strength and endurance training. We tested my testosterone level today. If levels are low, which is very likely, he wants me to start using a supplement. I may get a nice looking body out of this deal.

Other reasons the last couple days have been so good:

  • Rubber, steel, asphalt, gasoline and speed — I’m motorcycle riding again and it’s truly good for the soul.
  • Family, friends, laughing and loving — I’m having fun and lots of people are helping that happen for me.
  • Creating, imagining, sharing and thinking — Working on this blog and putting ink and paint on canvas are great releases.

Hammer Down

Neurosurgery Follow-up

Today, eleven days after brain surgery, I returned to Emory to discuss the surgery, my condition and next steps.

The wound is healing well so they removed the stitches. Dr. Olson explained the post-surgery MRI to us. My first craniotomy back in August 2011, resulted in removal of all of the tumor (except the microscopic bits). This time, they estimate that they removed about 90 percent of the newly grown tumor. There was some tumor attached to the middle cerebral artery which is one of the three major paired arteries that supply blood to the cerebrum. Specifically, the sylvian fissure was affected. Attempting to remove tumor attached here carried the risk of impairing the use of my left arm. Olson decided it would be best to fight that part of the tumor by other means. Unfortunately, we don’t know if anything will be effective. The standard chemotherapy, temozolomide, that I was taking has not proven to be very effective for me. Also, the immunology trial I was involved with doesn’t seem to have been very helpful either. This doesn’t leave us with anything very medically hopeful. But let’s not forget that I do feel good and don’t have any neurological deficits.

Reality Settles In

Since the beginning of my cancer ordeal, I’ve maintained a gut feeling that I’m fine; I’m going to be fine; and that there’s no need to tackle any bucket-list activities. My really good physical, mental, emotional and neurological health had made it easy to feel confident and enjoy life without real worry. But the tumor recurrence has dealt me a thought-provoking blow. This cancer is as aggressive and devastating as the statistics reveal. I could die — soonish. That’s quite a revelation to think about.

Keep Calm and Carry On

We don’t yet know what the plan moving forward is going to be. We did not meet with an oncologist today like we thought would happen. Here are our expected options:

  1. Choose another clinical trial — Not too exciting. These trial’s are all experimental and meant more for future research rather than saving me. Potentially better than doing nothing but nothing to pin hopes on.
  2. Reinvigorate our alternative treatments — In the beginning I was very diligent about meditation, acupuncture and supplements. As time went on with good MRI results, I let these activities slip a little. Tonight, Tina and I went to a therapeutic yoga class. It felt really great. I am strong and yoga is absolutely beneficial to my total health. I will look to enhance my meditation practice and go back to acupuncture, too.
  3. Maintain dietary control — With good MRI results to celebrate and our recent birthdays and wedding anniversary, we reintroduced alcohol to my system. We used to love celebrating with booze in all it’s amazing forms. I don’t think an occassional indulgence opened the door for the cancer to come back, but I am willing to sacrifice that luxury if there is a chance it helps. I’m going to get back into controlling the alkalinity of my body; oxygenating my blood; taking natural immunity supplements; eating organic. My former passion for cooking has returned too.
  4. Positivity flow — I was convinced that passionate intentions and thinking influence real outcomes. I devoted time to this concept but had also let it wane. I now aim to reincorporate this type of intention into my daily life. I’ll battle this cancer with every resource I can muster.

Personally

I’m still intent on having fun and exploring myself and relationships. I’m having a great time connecting with friends and neighbors. I have been painting and drawing, introspecting and writing — nothing worth a damn yet, but it’s an interesting, often frustrating, exercise in self-discovery.

Burdened

The person most burdened by this life-situation is unquestionably my wife, Tina. That is the greatest tragedy for me.

I don’t have any fear of death impeding me. Rather, the desire to live and live well compels me. That’s why I titled this post “Hammer Down.” Time to live life full throttle.

Craniotomy No. 2 Post-Surgery Update

Surgery

My wife (Tina), mother (Cheryle) and I  arrived at Emory for my 5:30am Friday surgery appointment. We were very excited that I was eligible for the Gliolan (5-ALA) clinical trial. This trial is testing a drug that when ingested, causes tumors to glow red under certain fluorescent light during surgery. This makes it easier to distinguish cancer cells from healthy, normal cells, improving the final result. Although it is a trial, awaiting FDA approval, the drug has been used for over ten years in Europe.

Unfortunately, My white blood cell count was too low on that day and I could not get Gliolan. Doctors had to operate old-school.

The operation took about an hour and a half. I’m told Dr. Olson did consult with me after but I don’t remember it (too doped up). What they removed was 80% tumor and 20% necrotic tissue. A post-op MRI was done, but we have not had the chance to review  it yet with the doctors. It’s possible that they didn’t get it all. Also, they cut along the same line as before. They just used sutures rather than staples this time.

Quick work

Doctors and nurses were surprised and pleased with my quick recovery time. I was discharged from the ICU Sunday at noon. So about a day and a half of hospital care isn’t bad. I had excellent nurses taking care of me, including Tina and Mom.

Craniotomy, No. 2

Photo compliments of photographer and friend John Armitage, Feb 2012

We had lots of emotional discussion today. Tough decisions. After some self-medication, I was able to whittle down all the events of the day to provide you with this concise summation:

I am opting for brain surgery as soon as possible, which is likely to be early June.

I know that leaves out a lot of details. But don’t worry — things aren’t dire. Well, they might be. Who knows? That’s the problem — no one knows. It’s all a big gamble; each choice having compelling pros and cons.

My resolve is as strong as it has always been. It’s just my spirit that’s taken a trouncing. Expect I’ll be fine tomorrow.

I keep thinking that I’m being overly dramatic. But, this is kind of dramatic.

As always, I appreciate the flood of support.


Some of you have accused me of writing a post that inspired you. If I had to share my latest advice, it would be… to love. It’s simple and cliché. But everything we are can really be boiled down to Love — the basic unit of our being. Is this unconscious knowledge? If so, it must be easy to overlook; neglect; take for granted; or underestimate or else societies and our world would be a much more wonderful place in which to live. Don’t wait for a brush with mortality to embrace this. Live this and impress it on the youth.


I don’t wish a “brush with mortality” on anyone, but it seems to be effective.


RHRX

My final design for the 10th anniversary t-shirt. A group of fine people I’ve had the honor to ride with for over a decade.

Specific updates, in case I’m not able to reach everyone.

  • Rat Bastards — I was so looking forward to riding to RHR X. Against odds, I still hold out hope. Shirts will get to you one way or the other, sooner or later.
  • Cotton clan — let’s call Florida postponed, not cancelled. Maybe even still on?
  • Maiden crew — not sure StapleHead will be ready to rock in time. Come by for a round of Grazers, though.
  • Neighbors — forgive my behavior in these coming weeks 🙂
  • Georgia friends — I have a week or two to connect before going under the knife. Afterwards, I may be fragile for a while. Don’t take offense if I get a little (more) anti-social.
  • Alabama friends — not sure if UAB treatments will continue. We’re not done visiting though.
  • R. Phillips — I’ll do my best to keep in touch and get together in the coming weeks. Thanks for the first-hand advice and support. Good luck with your battles.
  • Maudsley’s — see you soon.

Tina, I love you.

It would take eternity to explain exactly what all I mean when I say that to you.


Again, a three-sentence update, evolves into a long ramble into the wee hours.

MRI Hell

There’s no useful information in this post. I do have a meeting with the Emory neurosurgeon this afternoon and will report back. Below is just a curiosity I wanted to share.

When I viewed my latest MRI image, the one shown in my previous post, I saw a human form with two faces in the middle of the image (between the two hemispheres). A horned head and a face in the abdomen.

This morning, by chance, I happened upon an oil on wood painting by Hans Memling called “Hell” done in 1485. I was struck by the similarity of the images.

I understand if you don’t see it (or if you don’t want to see it).

Bad News

I had an MRI at UAB today. The scans reveal abnormalities that are likely to be either treatment effects or tumor growth.

Treatment effects — The clinical trial is relatively new. Maybe this is just some harmless byproduct of the treatment. (They figure this out as they go.) Maybe it’s no big deal.

Tumor growth — Very bad news.

In order to consider a treatment we must determine what exactly is going on. This means surgery — another craniotomy, similar to the first time.

If it’s a tumor then I’ll be removed from the ICT-107 clinical trial. I would be eligible for some other interesting trials. I would likely begin receiving Avastin (an intravenous chemotherapy). But while they’re in there, surgeons would attempt to remove as much tumor as possible, which is supposed to be good news in some desperate way.

I suppose the best (and less-likely) outcome would be to find that it is just some unexpected, unharmful stuff which can be removed and studied at great benefit to the medical community (or great profit for the trial sponsor).

I’m going to sleep for 14 hours now. I’ll get in touch with Emory for further consultation tomorrow and keep you posted.

But before I go, I want to mention that I know it’s been a long time since I published an update here. I have composed one hundred of them, but none I felt needed to be shared. Today’s post was going to inform you that, rather than post all the time about how well I’m doing, I was only going to post if something bad happens.

Well, I’m right on schedule.

Cycle 4 Update – Roll Tide

(This was going to be a short entry but somehow evolved into a novella.)


The MRI from my March 19, 2012, Cycle 4 appointment at UAB revealed no tumor recurrence. The cavity in my brain looks good.

Tina breathed a big sigh of relief.

I was unfazed. I mean, I was glad to hear the good news, but was not surprised at all. We then drove three hours back to Atlanta.

Upon returning home, I was immediately overcome with fatigue, collapsed into bed and slept heavily for several hours. Now this was a surprise to me because I’ve been getting plenty of sleep, including the night before. I suspect that while I consciously don’t feel any sense of anxiety or fear about the cancer manifesting as a deadly tumor, I might unconsciously carry it as an exhausting burden. Maybe hearing the good news allowed me to release a tension of which I was not aware.

In any case, I feel great now.

Why Do I Have to Take Keppra?

Alternate heading: The UAB staff is fantastic.

It’s bugged me for months. A tumor caused my seizure. The tumor was removed. Why do I need to take anti-seizure medication twice a day? I’ve asked this question to several physicians and always got a vague answer that registered in my mind as, “because we say so; once a seizure, always a risk.”

I posed the question to Richard Taylor, DNP, CRMP at UAB and he simply explained that my brain isn’t the same anymore. Simple as that. Signals travel through the brain and if they happen to be going towards the area of my brain that was compromised, things could go haywire and another seizure could happen. Maybe; maybe not. Why not take drugs that can reduce the risk of this happening? That convinced me.

Why Is My Temodar Dosage 400mg When the Formula Reveals the Range is 280 to 380 mg?

Alternate headings: The UAB staff is fantastic; Knowledge is Power

I again questioned UAB about the dosage of Temodar I am being prescribed. Dosage is generally based on the formula for Body Surface Area (BSA) multiplied by a range from 150 mg to 200 mg:

BSA (m²) = ([Height(in) x Weight(lbs)] / 3131 )½

While it’s easy to just take what the doctors prescribe, I found great comfort in the detailed explanation that DNP Taylor provided me. What the formula doesn’t account for are my closely-monitored blood counts and (lack of) toxic side-effects. Him taking ten or 15 minutes to explain this has made it so I completely understand the rationale and don’t have to wonder about it every night I down a handful of chemo.

What About Next Steps?

Alternate heading: Once Again, UAB Kicks Ass.

We constantly educate ourselves on options and possibilities. Ok, my wife, Tina, does most of that work. We asked UAB doctor Burt Nabors, M.D. specifically about Novocure Tumor Treating Fields therapy as a Plan B in case of recurrence. Our research (the company’s biased website) made it sound like the cure for GBMs. Dr. Nabors gave us his thoughtful, informed and thorough opinion about it. While it is still of interest, there just isn’t enough data for UAB to invest resources into becoming a certified provider. FDA approval just means it’s safe — not necessarily effective.

Whenever we tried to ask other oncologists about “what-if” scenarios, they all want to cross that bridge when we come to it. I know doctors are busy and don’t have time to play out all the possibilities, but all the UAB team members have been extremely accommodating to us.


Although I attended Auburn University and am not a college football fan, I’ve got to exclaim:

Roll Tide!


Alternatives — Emotional Energy

I continue to explore other sources of healing. I went to see an Emotional Energy therapist. Here’s a quick overview. Through muscle testing, the therapist revealed that I have some unresolved resentment from around age 16-17. Well, who doesn’t? That’s a crazy age. But more interestingly, she suspects that I even have some resentment from just before birth. Like maybe I wasn’t quite ready to come into the world but was plucked into existence via forceps or something. Going to have to talk with Mom about that one.

But the real interest here is that some practitioners of Eastern medicine advocate that some chronic illnesses, like a tumor, can be caused, at least in part, by emotional trauma. It sounds a little cooky to us Westerners. I have higher priorities to focus on but may consider going back for a follow-up visit.

I think Ayahuasca sounds more fun and equally worthwhile though. Anyone interested in a trip to Peru?

Contemplation

Medical Update

All is well. All seems well.

I try to keep informed about glioblastoma — current research, survivor strategies and such. But every story, every video, every medical article always states the grim statistics of this aggressive cancer. It’s a constant reminder that Death looms near. Physically, psychologically, emotionally, I continue to feel very well. I consciously (try to) believe that I’m healed. But I can’t escape the thought that chances are good that a tumor is going to catch me by surprise one day. This thought motivates me to keep up the good work. But it’s hard not to play that game in your head: What would you do if you only had a year to live?

Personal Update

On the Road Again

Today was the official end of my driving restriction. Six months of no motorcycle riding had sort of worn away at my “need” to ride. So I wasn’t as excited about taking the bike out today as one might expect. It was a clear day but very windy and cold, so I decided just to do a lap around the block to say I did it. I have to admit — it felt GREAT! A twist of the throttle automatically revs up a smile.

Photo Shoot

My friend, John Armitage (www.armitagephoto.com), asked if I would sit for some photos so he could experiment with “painting” with light. I don’t know the technical explanation but these images were taken in the dark. The camera shutter stayed open for as long as he wanted (minutes at a time) and picked up light from a flashlight that John shined on what he wanted to be visible. These photographs have not been manipulated at all. The “light” it looks like I’m holding is John wiggling a flashlight around and the last picture is a sparkler behind my head.

Be Aware of What You Eat

Here’s my request for anyone still eating the standard Western diet. Think about how nice it is to be healthy. Consider that what you eat dramatically affects your health. Don’t trust advertising, packaging and marketing. Learn how to eat in a way that will keep you healthy with less dependency on medications.

If you need a place to begin, then read the book, In Defense of Food: An Eater’s Manifesto by Michael Pollan. Then pass it on to someone you care about.

Rock Show

A must-see concert came through town so I went. I went alone. (I usually go to shows alone, plus I don’t have any friends in Atlanta that share my music preference anyway.) I was a little tentative about being there alone though. I wondered if the loud volume and strobe lights could trigger a seizure. But I survived unscathed. I was probably the only person in the place not drinking and the smell of marijuana was all around. But I probably looked the shadiest of all — ducking into the foyer three times to pop my pills (anti-seizure, anti-nausea and chemo).

An interesting thing happened at the end. I was at the back of the hall. The headlining band was taking their bows. The lead guitarist threw out a handful of picks into the crowd. Picks are pretty light, most of them dropped right in front of the stage, but my eyes locked on one pick that sailed at least forty feet through the air and landed right in between my feet.

Plan B

Here (http://tinyurl.com/7xpsenr) is an interesting video on Ted.com about a recently FDA-approved treatment for cancer called Novocure, Tumor Treatment Field. I’ll gladly wear a big head bandage with electronic bits in it in order to live a normal, tumor-free life. Looks like a motorcycle helmet just about completely covers it anyway.

Under the Protection of Vulcan

Vulcan

The statue of Vulcan in Birmingham is well-known in Alabama. In ancient Roman theology, the god Vulcan was worshiped to avert the destructive powers of his fire. This power was however also considered useful if directed against enemies. I’d call cancer an enemy, so I’m glad to be under his symbolic watch.

Medical Update

The transfer from Chicago to Birmingham is complete. I’m officially participating in the ICT-107 clinical trial at the Kirklin Center at UAB as of January 23, 2012. This visit concludes Cycle 2 of the Extended Maintenance Phase. I had an MRI. The images showed no tumor growth. Things look pretty good. I will continue with chemo. My weight is down to 160 pounds. Dosage for Cycle 3 is 400mg of Temodar.

Personal Update

In the past I hardly knew anyone affected by cancer.
Now everyone I know is.

I feel very good. I wasn’t surprised by the MRI results, mainly because I intuitively “feel” like it hasn’t come back. I am relieved of course. I feel like I can start doing things now, like planning a get-away for Tina and I; planning visits with friends en route to Birmingham.

HuevosHuevos

Between Atlanta and Birmingham is Gadsden, where I spent my youth. Tina and I stopped there to visit briefly with family and to have some of my sisters famous huevos rancheros (which were fantastic). My sister sent me this email the next day:

Knowing how excited fresh eggs would make you and Tina, I asked my friend to ask her neighbor for three eggs. I know they own chickens and occasionally share when they are well stocked. The neighbor informed my friend that the hen is molting and hasn’t laid any eggs since November. Molting uses protein to produce new feathers which slows or stops egg production. The next day, the neighbor called my friend, shocked that he found three eggs the next morning. He claimed he hadn’t seen that before so he gave them to our family because he felt it was meant to be. I’d never met those people before. Very kind act!

Old Friends

I have several friends in Alabama from back in the day.

Can someone really be called a friend if you haven’t had any contact with them in 20+ years?

I found the answer to be a resounding Yes. The bond you make with someone from kindergarten to twelfth grade can be pretty dang strong.

Quite conveniently, old school days friend, intimidating center forward, amateur herpetologist and dexterous speed skater, Matthew White*, lives right next to UAB and he was willing to put up with Tina and I for the night.  Thanks, Matt, for the generosity. It was great catching up. I’m going to push your hospitality to it’s limits over the next year.

* Those are descriptors for the Matt I knew when we were kids.

In fact, there’s so many people I want to catch up with, we might just have to throw a party so I get to see everyone.

New Friends

I have a new group of friends too. Things we have in common include:

  • Frankenstein head scars and titanium implants
  • wacky hairdos
  • taking dangerous drugs
  • and a strong desire to beat the 14 month death statistic

Those friends whose struggles are more difficult than mine inspire me to treasure and appreciate the good things I have going for me. They also keep me motivated to not slack off because of some good MRI results.

I hope I can serve as inspiration to them to not give up hope. Find joy however you can. Revisit positivity between bouts of anger, depression and frustration.

Thanks

Thank you to everyone who is sending out positive, healing energy on my behalf. That energy comes in many forms: prayers, tonglen, beer-drinking and Hell-raising, Facebook posts, blog comments, silent thoughts and inappropriate jokes. I appreciate them all!

Motivation

Medical Update

I have completed this months five day stint of taking 400mg of chemo (Temodar). I tolerated it well, as expected, but the last two days taking the drugs left me drained of energy. Two days afterwards, I’m still not operating at full capacity.

Personal Update

Based on more reading Tina and I have done, I intend on increasing my dietary vigilance. More juicing. More uncooked vegetables. Get serious about supplements, specifically vitamin C, astragalus and turmeric.

Up to this point, I’ve been a preacher of positivity. Having “suffered” a couple days of lethargy, I think about the people I’ve met who have been affected much more drastically than I. How does one remain positive when they have memory loss? Mobility loss? Speech impediments? Thought impairments? And even worse conditions?

Clearly I have little to complain about. In fact I often think that my quality of life has improved. I remain positive. I am motivated to keep healthy.

On a lighter note, I got a hair cut. I decided to shave hair from all affected areas and then do the same to the other side of my head so it is symmetric. That left me with about a third of a wide mohawk.