Saturday, September 30, 2017

eating & dreaming & saving lives

One of the things that I enjoy about my current drug regime is that it includes one pill which increases my appetite. Enjoy? Yes... it gives me an excuse to eat... to eat a lot :-)

But now the excuse is over.

Well, I'm still taking the pill. But it's time to eat more reasonably. Pants which were loose are now a tight fit. My stomach -- which has always stuck out -- is sticking out even further. My weight went over 80kg. For the first time, ever.

So yesterday I ate enough. Then stopped eating. Avoided the late night grazing -- over-grazing -- which I have enjoyed. Went to bed feeling replete but not stuffed.

Woke up from a dream of food... so cold that I was almost shivering. Both signs that I have become hungry again during the night! Not to worry, I know how to deal with both of these.

One, I may be dreaming of food but I'm not particularly hungry. Just... not stuffed full. Easy to ignore, I ignore it. And two, I have run out of fuel -- food -- to burn, to keep myself warm. So I move closer to Deb. Feel the warmth. Feel the heat :-) Go back to sleep.

In the morning I have slipped just below 80kg. We're talking small shifts, here! Below 80 again is good, it's ... not going up. It's good as long as I ignore my long-term target -- for five years or more -- of weighing under 75kg :-)

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You may know the old image of senior specialist surgeons as thinking that they are gods? That they have a huge sense of their own self-importance because, after all, they *save lives*.

No, no, none of "my medical team" act like that. It's just that dealing with so many medical specialists has made me think of this.

Surgeons say -- at least in jokes: I save lives therefore I am important. You do not save lives therefore I am far more important than you.

I started wondering about that viewpoint...

A surgeon is important because a surgeon saves lives. Why is that important? Because lives are important. Whose lives are important? The patients' lives are important. The surgeon is important  *only because* they save the lives of *patients*. Which means that *the patient* is the really important person... Otherwise, why is saving that life important?!

Take that one step further:

A whole team of specialists is working to save *my* life. In fact, they are working extremely hard simply to *extend* my life. The entire purpose of all the skilled work of this team of specialists is... to extend *my* life.

Which makes *me* the most important person in this entire exercise.

QED


Or possibly an axiom :-)


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Friday, September 29, 2017

public transport: it works :-)

I decide that today is a good day to catch a bus to West Perth. A good day to be out and about, a good day to refine my bus-catching skills. And to West Perth... for a reason which has been covered in my separate "ranting" blog :-)

Last night I had prepared what I would need to bring... especially the mobile phone. I'm no longer allowed to leave home without it :-)

This morning I plan the bus trips there and back. Two buses each way. I write down the details. Perhaps I should... nooo... I don't want a smart phone. When I'm out of the house I want to look around, not at a screen.

So much over-preparation and I'm still not sure that the trip will be worth it. I'm ready... look at the clock... realise that it is exactly the time at which I should walk out the front door... so I do.

The trip is easy :-) I reach West Perth, feeling pleased with myself. Find that the excuse for my visit needs more preparation, so I prepare to head straight home... And realise that my carefully checked bus times to get home -- depend on my spending four hours in West Perth!

Not to worry, I know where bus 84 stops on Wellington Street and I know that the 84 passes close to home. I walk to Wellington Street, find the bus stop and find that the next 84 is due in five minutes... Lucky timing... I'm home in another half an hour.

Some lessons from the trip:

... Public transport is excellent. It helps to plan the trip in advance.When plans change it would be useful to carry a bus timetable.

... Even a two hour journey needs a toilet half-way. Luckily I know the location of every public toilet in nearby Kings Park :-)

... Two hours away from home. Perhaps 3km walking (I strolled through Kings Park). It doesn't seem much. Yet I am exhausted! Much further and I may have fallen asleep in the bus home... I may be getting better but I still need to include plenty of rest.

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And I'm home!

Just on time for a phone call from Tamika at FSH: to confirm an appointment for a PET scan on Monday...?! Yes, it's for me. I don't know the doctors who requested the scan. I have already had a PET scan at SJoG.

Okay, we decide, this scan was requested while I was in the Public Hospital system, for after brain surgery. Then I changed to Private and had earlier brain surgery. This allowed me to have an earlier -- private -- PET scan. The public scan was not cancelled. Tamika will phone the relevant doctors. If I hear no more -- the scan is off...

Why don't I just say, No, cancel it, I've already been scanned ?!

I've placed myself fully in the hands of experts. Sometimes I know why something is being done, sometimes I simply accept that it is essential. Is there any need for a PET scan after -- as well as before -- this week's surgery? I don't know. I also don't know -- don't remember -- the doctors who ordered this scan. Which means nothing...

I'm glad that Tamika is willing to follow through. Thank you, Tamika :-) And there are now more lessons for today:

... There's a potential communication gap between the Public and Private health systems. As well as between doctors and patients who are not good listeners.

... The world is much easier to organise thanks to helpful people like Tamika :-)

And now I think that I just may have a bit of a nap...


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Thursday, September 28, 2017

Home again :-)

On a scale of 1 to 10 I finally have some pain... perhaps a 2. More a dull ache than a pain. Dr Kong explains where she cut -- it's a lot more than I imagined but mostly (as I understand it) cutting under the surface. I don't look too closely. I'm to avoid exercise for a couple of weeks -- no more than gentle strolling -- to avoid straining the healing wound.

In Wikipedia this article  (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inguinal_orchiectomy) seems close enough to my understanding of the surgery. It glosses nicely over the extent of the cut. I wish I had not read the paragraph on "complications".

Deb arrives -- and I check out of hospital. Yippee :-) Do I want to go shopping on the way home? Yes! It's so very pleasant, just leaning on a shopping trolley, following Deb around the shops...

Aaaahhhh... home again :-)

After lunch we pick up the chemotherapy medications. Seven different drugs at various times of day, various days of the week. Plus days for treatment and regular blood testing. I spend more than an hour putting it all into a spreadsheet, trying to make sense of it all.

And I just remembered: Analysis of the testicular tumour may add more drugs to the treatment plan... Or change the plan in some unexpected -- to me -- way. Dr Kong will get back to me next week with the What Cancer is That? results. I may need to update the spreadsheet...

Busy, busy, busy :-)


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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

One black mark shades to grey

Just after 7pm:

Nurse arrives -- with a list of my expected medications. Three in the morning, one at night. My now-standard stuff. Though hospital stays -- with fasting -- require a variation that I tried to explain during admission... Several times.

Too late to follow the list... I've already taken the three that I said I would be taking -- because the "extra" two are to be taken "with meals". No breakfast this morning so I delayed those two till dinner tonight. And dinner was an hour ago.

So the hospital really is tracking my medications. Just a bit later than useful. Better late than never :-)

A black mark shades to grey.


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Are you being served? No :-(

Early evening:

I filled in meal order forms. They have not been collected. I have smelled food in the corridors, asked nursing staff about dinner. No dinner. Best response from nurses, Oh, yes, it does seem to be a little late...

I can guess at the problem trail:

The doctor booked me in for surgery plus an overnight. I was booked in for day surgery, NO overnight stay. This is the original problem. It has only partly been corrected.

At admission we said, I'm meant to be here for surgery AND and overnight stay. By the time I finish surgery, some records had been corrected. I was moved straight to a room, to stay the night.

No-one has told the meal providers!

So I'm not on the meals list. No-one looks in my room to collect a meal order, no-one looks in my room to see if there is an unexpected "guest".

Nurses don't seem to know how to get a meal to my room. Or are reluctant, or too busy, or...? I bet that nursing and meals are separate organisations, different employers... Only set up to communicate on "expected" issues.

Meanwhile, a separate problem but with a similar... "we'll get to it..." response:

My drip bag (saline plus sugar?) is nearly empty. I'll disconnect it when it's empty, says the newly arrived duty nurse.

Now it's empty. No nurse.

Now it's empty -- and the tube is red. I'm feeding my blood back into the drip bag!! This, I. Do. Not. Like.

I press the nurse call button. No response. And again. No response.

I walk down the corridor to the nurse's station.

I'm feeding blood back into my drip, I tell them. I seem to have missed dinner, I tell them. My nurse call button gets no response, I tell them.

Perhaps it's my low blood sugar talking. But this entire post is a big black mark against the hospital.

Nurse phones meals, asks for a meal to my room. Nurse also provides a plate of sandwiches. I start on the sandwiches, finish the meal, am now finishing the sandwiches. Feeling less hungry.

Nurse disconnects the empty drip bag but leaves the cannula in. Makes sense. But I do have the impression that this is less a sensible decision, more a case of expediency. I suspect that nurse would need approval to remove the cannula. The hospital depends -- I am guessing -- less on staff expertise and authority, more dependence on process. In my... guessing.

And as a related... problem? I take three tablets with my meal, three that I planned to take, that I told hospital staff that I would be taking. Previous hospital visits, every tablet was handed out by a nurse, I was watched until I had definitely taken the tablets. Tonight, no one asks, no-one suggests, no-one else knows what tablets I have taken.

Different level of serious surgery, I guess. Still, it would be nice to feel that someone is remembering that I should be taking tablets. Even if they are "my own".

All of this is a blank mark against the hospital... or a black mark against its organisation and processes. In my opinion :-)

To end more positively... I phone Deb earlier, very nice to talk with her :-)  The hospital is clean, it's peaceful, there's a very nice view out of the windows. I plan to have a good night's sleep.

After I finish those sandwiches. And after the promised evening tea trolley :-)

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This post is typed with the "soft" Swype keyboard. Lots of retyping has been done. A real keyboard -- with no software guessing what I could have meant -- would be 100% better.

I apologise for the nonsense that I will have failed to notice.

I'll be interested to reread it myself... to see if I can then guess what I meant to say. Before Swype assumed that I really meant to say something completely different. Something that a million strangers had typed somewhere else... Or whatever Swype does.

Goodnight!


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Aaaannd... Done :-)

Afternoon, after surgery:

A bit of a wait. Time to read a bit, time to write a blog post. That post was "essential" when I suddenly realised that waiting, is easy! I'm in the care of experts, nothing more *I* can do... Just sit back, relax, enjoy the adventure.

I'm wheeled to surgery. I overhear, Not often people are smiling on the way to surgery. (Probably with with one eye on the straight jacket, just in case :-) But really, I'm back to my usual, preferred mood: it's happening, can't be avoided, I'm in the best of hands, doesn't help to complain, feels better to enjoy... Well, enjoy it as an intellectual adventure, anyway.

ECG. Meet the anaesthetist. Friendly bloke. Cannula in the back of my hand, for a change. Dr Kong may have passed by? Friendly chitchat. Oxygen mask. Wake up.

Yep, that's all I remember. Chat... Oxygen... Wake up. Excellent!

Time for recovery, regular checks of pulse, etc. Then wheeled to a shared room. Room mate is a regular for kidney stones... Ouch, I sympathize. He's checking out, I have a room to myself.

First priority is to text, tell Deb and kids that I'm fine and due home tomorrow.

Second priority is to have a leak! Have to wait while nurses disconnect a few bits and pieces, lower the cage walls round the bed... But I'm able to walk by myself... aaaaaahhh :-) I'm now in less embarrassing underwear, I don't remember being changed :-) There's a not very large plaster where I've been cut. Signs of blood but nothing fresh... As far as I'm willing to look. Very minor dull ache as feeling returns. No pain.

Dry mouth so I drink water.. Eventually get a cup of tea. A bag of mixed drip is still attached. Yes, nurse, the bladder is definitely working, very efficiently :-) And bowels, once. Now desperately hoping for dinner, to continue the recovery :-)

An email from a friend who will be in Perth next week, Can we meet? Ah, well, nooo... You may want to sit down, I reply. What did we ever do before emails?!

I have filled in meal orders -- ticked almost everything :-)  -- but they have not been collected. So getting dinner is my next priority...

And that's about it!

All seems to have gone well. Feeling a bit weary but cheerful. I'll take a couple of weeks for relaxed recovery. Then back to the main act, ongoing treatment for brain cancer.

For now, all good :-)

Time to chase dinner. After yet another leak...






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Ready and waiting

9:30 am, Wednesday:

I'm wearing the embarrassing hospital gown. Plus the paper hospital underwear. Had a talk with today's surgeon, the urologist. Now I'm just waiting...

The worst is over!?

Last night was preparation. Preparation involves thinking ahead, about what it is that I'm preparing for. Thinking ahead leads to worry... Not about the results... Just, uh oh, it's happening tomorrow...

Today, though:

Deb takes me to the hospital, SJoG in Mt Lawley. Admission tells me that I'm booked for day surgery... But no, that's a mistake. Back to Plan A, surgery today, spend tonight in hospital. Hmmmm, interesting start :-)

I'm stripped for action... or, rather, for easy access. Deb says goodbye. I ask her to text when she's home, to reassure me... When I am conscious enough to read the text :-)

Waiting. I find a Reader's Digest in a nearby waiting room. Reading.

The urologist visits. A pleasant, very reassuring surgeon...

She shows me where she will cut in... Higher than I expected, near the top of the passage that the testicle went down after I was born. Okay, that make sense. I'm to avoid strenuous exercise for a few weeks... Think, avoid a hernia. Walk gently, that's fine.

A definite suggestion that I delay the genesis treatment plan for a week, to 11th October. Okay, I'll make a note to call genesis. Later :-)

She'll be back tomorrow -- very early -- for a quick check of her work. Then a phone call a week later, with the results of analysis of the tumour. Followed by an email of some details. And an appointment to check the scar, a couple of weeks after the surgery.

Now I have perhaps an hour to wait. An orderly will take me to the operating theatre. I think that that's where I'll meet the anaesthetist. And after that...I hope to know very little till I wake up for... dinner?

So now, all that *I* can do is... wait. No need to worry, all I need to do is wait.

Now I'm back to feeling... relaxed :-)




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an oversight

Almost forgot... I have a phone call this afternoon. It's a woman from SJoG hospital. To let me know why it is taking longer than expected to decide whether I am suitable to be in their clinical trial.

Remember that clinical trial? A double-blind test of a new drug that seems to be able to reduce certain types of tumour? My brain tumour is being tested to see if it is of the correct type. There's been an unavoidable (by SJoG:-) delay in the testing, I'm told.

Meanwhile, "my" oncologist mentioned in passing, at last week's meeting, that I am not suited for the trial because I have a second "primary" cancer. Which is almost certain. Tomorrow's surgery (now today's) will lead to definite proof that I do have two primary cancers... or not.

I suggest to today's researcher that she wait a few days. Then contact the oncologist to find out if I do, indeed, have two primary cancers.

The oncologist stated as a certainty something which is not yet absolutely certain. It seems that the almost certainty -- that I have a second primary cancer -- has not been passed on to the clinical trial people. I've agreed to support some other research (https://notdotdeaddotyet.blogspot.com.au/2017/09/research-into-patient-understanding.html), though the description was not very clear. The mostly pre-printed list of drugs which I will be taking for chemo is... politely: confusing. And there is a lot of spoken communication -- on matters which seem to be very important to me but of which I have no understanding. Spoken communication with no written backup.

A couple of times I have written things down. Then asked a doctor to confirm that what I have written is correct. This helps me -- enormously. There is so much new information that it is impossible for me to hear it, understand it, recognise where I am confused and ask immediately for clarification. It is often hours later -- already home again -- when I realise that I missed an important point. Or several :-)

I have absolute faith in the skills, experience, knowledge, treatment, etc, etc of all these medical professionals. They are terrific! I just wish that they had time -- or communication skills -- to explain themselves so that I am able to understand. Or understand more, sooner, anyway.

Ah well, back to the paediatrician, to get an explanation that suits my level of understanding :-)


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getting into a hospital

I'm in the city enjoying the atmosphere at the start of a fun run. I'm running in the fun run but aware of very little. I'm in hospital being asked if I know who I am, where I am.

Now wasn't that so very easy!

My next visit to hospital begins with appointments with doctors. Instructions from anaesthetists. Filling in complicated forms. Arranging transport there and back. Packing a few clothes, odds & ends, books, pills. And now -- fasting!

How do people ever manage to get into hospital while they are still conscious ?!

Today, though, the weather is fine. So Deb & I go for a walk in the bush. I make the suggestion, Deb selects a bit of the Bibbulmun Track. Just a few easy kilometres. The bush is beautiful. Peaceful. Relaxing.
Of the five people we see on the Track -- two are fellow rogainers! The mother's conversation shows signs of having walked three days with only her young son for company :-) Nooo... I won't explain... it needs either a hundred pages or just, take my word for it.

Now my stomach is stuffed full and I'm officially fasting. Time to sleep on it... Time to go to sleep... well away from the kitchen. Not that I am at all hungry! Just that the thought of fasting -- makes me want to do some proactive eating :-)



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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Current Status ​as at: Mon 25 Sep 2017

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This is my current situation. If anything significant changes, I will
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post a new status, in a similar format. Then I will replace the
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"fixed"
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Current Status page, to provide a quick look at how I am, "today".

Situation


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I have brain cancer, GBM. This will kill me, sooner than if I did not have a cancer.

... I also have testicular cancer. This is -- relatively -- harmless :-) The cancerous testicle will be removed by surgery on 27 Sep.

I will *not* die immediately. I may live for months or for years. Just... a lot less than if I did not have cancer. For convenience I plan for a Life Expectancy of "3+1+n".
 
That is:

... from Today I expect to live for another
Three Years, One Calendar Month and an Unknown Number of Days.

This expectation is already -- statistically speaking -- optimistic.

Physical Status

A tumour has been removed from my brain. There will be six week sessions of chemotherapy + radiation treatment. First session will start in early October. Sessions will continue ad infinitum -- until pointless.

I am very well. Two days ago I jogged 5km at a pace that would have been
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acceptable
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"before". And I could have comfortably jogged further. Physically, I believe that I am fully recovered from brain surgery and suffering no effects from the cancer. I tire quickly for two reasons: too much sitting & lying round has let my muscles run down; I sleep less at night so feel tired by the afternoon.

There is absolutely no physical pain.

My only physical
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suffering
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is... I am suffering from The Common Cold. Even then... my wife caught my cold -- and has it much worse.

Mental Status

I believe that I am as mentally alert as ever. (Feel free to read this blog and form your own opinion :-)

Right now I am still enjoying the intellectual aspects of the adventure: a chance to go where every person will eventually go -- but with plenty of time to examine the scenery.

I sleep perhaps 60% of what I feel I need. Most of this is restless energy: whenever I have a new thought I want to write it down, analyse it, understand it -- before it is lost. Then I can forget it -- and relax again. Also... I believe that one of my drugs is a minor upper...

Emotional Status

Positive. Sure, I will be dying earlier than I expected. Other than that, my death is ticking all my personal boxes of, This is the way that I want to die. With a niggling little thought of, So far...

Cheerful. I believe that I'm accepting. If I'm in denial... it is well hidden from me.

I have had the occasional wtf moments of disbelief. (Me? It can't be Me that is dying!) The worst has lasted less than 30 seconds.

I am still glad that it is me dying of cancer. And not Deb or the kids.

The impending surgery does have me... concerned? ... something a lot less that worried? Not for the surgery but as a bloke about to lose a testicle. It's a bloke thing.

My 3+1+n plan keeps me -- and Deb -- positive. My statistical life expectancy would have me planning for Death. My definite 3+1+n horizon has me planning for Life. It has improved my outlook :-) Really!

I do have some current worries. Most serious first:

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Is Deb okay? Will Deb be okay? I do what I can now. I know Deb will cope. The family will be there for as much support as is needed.

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Will I have pain? I have no pain threshold. If it hurts, expect me to scream and cry. But palliative care should take away any pain.

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Will I drop dead suddenly? Apparently not. Most likely death scenarios involve, You're gonna die! followed by
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several
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days or weeks of dying. Good, that's my preference.

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Will I spend my final weeks as a physical or mental vegetable, a nuisance to others? Worse yet, will I become angry, uncontrollable, a danger to others? No idea. I hope not.

That's my status right now. If it changes, I will post an updated status
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to the blog and update the "fixed" Current Status page.

Unless, of course, my Current Status has changed to Dead :-)



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Monday, September 25, 2017

getting it all straight in my mind

Is that brain tumour really removed? What sort of cancer do you really have? What's all this about an operation this week?! My sister asked the questions. I tried to organise my thoughts enough to answer. Never one to waste words (rofl), I'll copy & paste below.

But first, today:

Yes, I still have a cold. Deb has caught my cold -- and has it even worse :-( The weather is still cold and miserable. A good day for staying indoors.

Except for a morning trip to the library. With coffee & cake while we are out.

And an afternoon walk to the nearest shop. Lots of cygnets & baby coots to be ooohed and aaahed at, on the way :-) More coffee. Walk home. Feeling better, less stir crazy.

We decide that there is no way we can go to the next rogaine. It's just too far for the easy one-day outing that we could handle.

We decide that we will definitely register for the next rogaine. We can easily break the journey, spend one night in a motel and just a few hours on the course. If we finally decide that we are *not* ready for a night away... we can just not go. We will register tomorrow. Probably :-)

I update the blog header to remind myself: Our planning horizon is 3:1:n. The next rogaine is well within that range. And Deb has decided that our planned trip to Victoria -- later this year -- will include walking in Wilsons Promontory. Wherever that is :-)

And that was today.

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Getting it all Straight in my Mind:

... What's this op for? And when is it?  And how long is it?

I'll be in hospital all of Wednesday 27th Sep, with the operation sometime after 11am. Then I stay overnight, to go home on Thursday.

In surgical terms the operation itself is trivial, to remove my right testicle. Emotionally, though, it's the bloke's equivalent of a woman's mastectomy. But why remove the testicle?

I have brain cancer. Turns out I also have testicular cancer. Are the two related? Highly unlikely. But having two -- unrelated -- "primary" cancers is also quite rare. There are also two possible variants of testicular cancer. One spreads fast, the other barely spreads. All of that relates to future treatment plans. In particular: will testicular treatment be in parallel with brain treatment... or left till later. So we need to know, What Cancer is That?

The only way to clearly identify the testicular cancer -- is to cut it out and have a close look. Cutting it out would be the first step of treatment anyway. It's just being done "immediately" so that the results can be part of planning for the brain treatment. Which will start asap, no matter what.

Also... a scan has shown that the testicular cancer is already spreading. So identifying the cancer type is more important. If it's the fast-spreading type then treatment will be better sooner rather than later. Once treatment has started, the testicular cancer -- no matter what the type -- is essentially no threat at all.

... I still do not get this cancer thing.

Nor do I :-)  The blog posts help me clear up -- in my own mind -- what I do need to understand. But they are very much written on the spot, with only the latest thoughts, not organised for others to follow. This email is also helping me to get a broader understanding clear -- in my own mind.

If you ask more questions... I probably also need to think about it... so feel free to ask :-) 

... They got the lump out of your brain, cleanly, all of it? 

Yes, probably, but there's more...

I think of my brain cancer as being in three parts:

1. The lump. It's visible, it was (in my case) clearly defined and apparently all removed.
2. Surrounding oedema -- bruising -- caused by the lump pressing into the brain. Not cancerous. As much as possible was removed surgically, drugs are reducing the rest.
3. The tentacles. Which are not really tentacles. They are cancerous cells -- ready to grow into tumours. Most will be near the lump. But they could be anywhere... or be ready to grow anywhere. Anywhere in the brain, that is. Your "demon" cells :-)

The main problem with a brain tumour is that... it is in the brain.  With (for example) lung cancer, the surgeon will remove a bit of extra lung -- just to be sure of getting all the lump. What's left of the lung will still support breathing. Take "extra" brain and I could lose sight, or mobility, or whatever. Each bit of brain has a particular function.

The "tentacles" are (a) most likely to be close to the lump area, (b) mixed in with possibly essential bits of brain and (c) small groups of cancerous cells, so small that they are effectively invisible. Just there, somewhere, waiting to grow. Impossible to *cut* out.

In terms of why I collapsed:

The lump grew. It pushed outwards. The bruising pushed even further into the surrounding brain. This squeezed the surrounding brain... caused some form of electrical short-circuit... which caused me to collapse. Effectively a fit, an epileptic seizure. This is not a killer... unless I collapse in front of a moving bus.

Now the lump is removed, the pressure is gone, I am "unlikely" to have another fit. But I'm on an anti-fit drug. Which will be gradually reduced -- unless I have another fit.

... There are or are not metastases?

According to Robbie, the brain is effectively isolated from the rest of the body. In terms of circulation systems that could spread cancer, that is. If I have two "primary" cancers (brain & testicle) then I am rare. If the two are actually *one* which has spread out of the brain -- then I am really, really rare... Which is why the oncologists want to identify the testicular cancer. (The brain tumour is already out and clearly identified as GBM.)

The testicular cancer has definitely -- as seen on a PET scan -- metastasised into my body. The brain cancer may also have metastasised within the brain... in the form of the "tentacles" which are effectively invisible. There is no *visible* evidence that the lump has metastised further within the brain.

... Or is the chemo/radiation done in case there are demon cells lurking about getting ready to make another lump somewhere.
The idea of the "treatment plan" is to (a) get rid of any remaining "lump" and (b) reduce the amount of -- and future growth of -- tentacle. Dealing with that (a) is in the category of, better safe than sorry. Dealing with the (b) tentacles will maintain my life -- and quality of life -- until a tentacle grows into a lump in an area of brain where surgery & radiation would be worse that a lump.

As I understand it: Chemicals are selected to attack my particular variety of cancer. They shake up only the cancer cells... to make them more sensitive to radiation. The radiation then destroys the shaken-up cancer cells.

Unfortunately the radiation can still damage healthy brain cells. So it must be closely targeted to the area very close to the lump. In an attempt to kill close tentacles but not damage the general brain cells. Eventually a "demon cell" will start to grow somewhere else in the brain -- where it is too dangerous to radiate at all. Then I start to shuffle and drool and die... Or whatever :-) Depending on what is controlled by the bit of affected brain.

... Does this cancer only happen in the brain?


Yes... unless I'm one of the very... very... few people where a brain cancer has spread outside the brain. Essentially, most likely, my GBM is a strictly in-the-brain cancer.

I'm expecting the testicular cancer to be a different form of cancer. It still needs to be identified so that the oncologists will know the best way to treat it. The "immediate" benefit of identifying the testicular cancer is to decide whether -- and how -- it could be treated at the same time as the GBM. Or whether testicular treatment should be delayed till after my first six-week brain treatment plan.

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There... that's it... as far as I know :-)  Does it make sense?

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Dr Nick Lethbridge / Consulting Dexitroboper
Agamedes Consulting / Problems ? Solved
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"Wer den Daumen auf dem Beutel hat, der hat die Macht." … Otto von Bismarck eh what?!

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anyone can sell a cure for cancer

​This morning's paper has an article offering a handful of DOs and DON'Ts for talking with cancer patients. It's written by a comedian, so it's (sort of) funny. It's written by a comedian who claims to have cancer, so it's written from his own personal experience.​

I've done a few Google checks:

... Yes, "David Smiedt" -- the author -- exists and is a comedian.
... Yes, he is reported as having cancer.
... No, a search for "David Smiedt cancer scam" does NOT lead to a whole swag of attacks on yet another "cancer survivor" scam.

So, reassured that this person may be truthful and has not (yet) been identified as a scammer, I read on. He writes:

... I have science on my side, really good science.

That reassures me, too. Of all the doctors who have advised me, treated me, just spoken to me about my cancer -- perhaps a dozen so far, half of them specialists in cancer -- every single one of them is a fully qualified doctor! You know, the sort of doctor who studies basic doctoring at a real university. Who then spends several years studying even more, just to feel really qualified to speak to me about what ails me.

These are doctors who really *know* some *real* stuff about medical science. And about cancer. I put my trust in them because they are doing their best to know all that real medical science now knows about my cancer. And they are doing their best to apply their skills and knowledge to *my* particular cancer.

I love my family. They provide love and support both for me and for Deb, who has to put up with me. Some of my family also send me links to people who are able to sell a cure for cancer. I appreciate the thought. I did a bit of a Google on the latest.


... Well who the hell is Kris Carr and where did she get certified as an oncologist? Kris is an actress and, in 2003, was given a diagnosis of epithelioid hemangioendothelioma [EH].

You may ask, Why should I listen to some "scibabe" who posts humour, insults and vulgarity on the web? Just as I ask, Why should I listen to an actress -- when the problem is cancer? Here's a bit more from that scibabe post:

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It is curious that she's labeled as a cancer survivor [snip] because… Kris Carr still has cancer. Yeah. Funny that. Kris Carr is still riddled with the same smattering of tumors today that she was on the day she was diagnosed.

Anyone can sell a cure for cancer. All you need to do is put the word "cure" on the snake oil bottle. That does not mean that it will actually *cure* cancer. Specially if the "cured" cancer is not the same as your own cancer. So (a) Carr has EH, (b) I have GBM (and some other, probably unrelated) cancer, (c) Carr *still* has her EH.

She is not able to cure her own cancer, I doubt that she will be able to cure mine.

... 
She's become a "cancerlebrity," a person famous for beating cancer (ignoring that she still has cancer). She's selling inspiration, a lifestyle.

That is what scibabe believes is being sold by Carr: inspiration and a lifestyle. Which is fine. After all, placebos have been proven to work... Proven by real medical scientists, apparently. By scientists who have tested the placebo effect with good scientific methods, who admit that they do not know "why" -- but they are still able to demonstrate that yes, placebos do work. Carr, on the other hand, appears to have stuffed herself with all sorts of stuff and says, I'm still alive therefore all of that stuff is working. Again from scibabe:

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Correlation isn't causation. But since she's doing so many things in her routine, it's hard to figure out what's working and what's just bullshit.

I prefer to be treated with methods that have been tested. Re-tested. Questioned, analysed, separated out from the other dross of a desperate yet inspirational lifestyle. Or, as Smiedt wrote:

... [Don't] tell me about how your auntie Beryl's best friend, Vera, cured her cancer by drinking only olive oil milkshakes and avoiding any foods with an 'e' in their name. No, she didn't.

But Carr has survived her cancer! All those years since the diagnosis in 2003! Well, that's just the way it is: some cancers grow fast, some grow slower. As her own 
http://kriscarr.com/meet-kris/ website says:

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I was diagnosed with a rare and incurable (yet thankfully slow-growing) stage IV cancer.

Slow growing.

I think that Scientific American 
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/living-with-cancer-kris-carr/ nailed an actual benefit from what Carr claims to be doing:

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Carr is among a growing number of people living and thriving with cancer, thanks to medical advances as well as a progressive philosophy in oncology that recognizes past mistakes of over-treatment and welcomes alternative medicine as a partner in the healing process.

Yes, real oncologists are willing to look at alternative medicine. In the ten years since the SciAm article, real oncologists may have tested some of the Carr self-treatments. I wonder if there have been scientific studies of the cancer curing effects of shoving green waste up the patient's bum? Would it need to be shoved all the way up from my bum to my brain?

Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epithelioid_hemangioendothelioma) offers some interesting points. With actual references, though you'll need to go to the article to get them:

... It often has an indolent course, and many affected people have survived for decades with multi-organ disease. The extent and number of organs involved apparently has little effect on longevity.

Not that there are many people who actually have EH. Perhaps twenty new cases each year in America. Yet, "many affected people have survived for decades with multi-organ disease." Perhaps some of those other EH survivors lived only on olive oil milkshakes?

I appreciate the thought behind the link to Carr. I hope that Carr provides inspiration, that her paying customers will shake off their gloom and get on with enjoying whatever life is left. I do not think that she will cure any cancer.

As I see it: I now have Three Years, One Calendar Month and an Unknown Number of Days in which to plan for Life. That 3+1+n is statistically optimistic but it is only for planning purposes. That gives me plenty of time to plan -- and perhaps to do -- whatever it is that I will enjoy doing.

When I initially accepted that I'm going to die sooner than I expected, I began to plan for Death. For sudden and unexpected Death. I was positive, I was accepting, I had an underlying feeling of worry.

Now, with a 3+1+n time always ahead of me, I am positive, I am accepting... I have no underlying feeling of worry. Sure, the occasional disbelieving feeling of gloom. A sudden thought of, wtf I'm gonna die! But it passes. I spend more time doing what I enjoy: Reading, writing, talking, emailing... with friends and family. And planning for the best use of my next 3+1+n.

If I were Kris Carr I would be bottling and selling my 3+1+n. But I'm not. I'm happily blogging it for free :-) Because -- I enjoy it.

Just as I enjoy reading about alternative therapies. But my enjoyment comes from "critical thinking": as I read I am thinking, what are the strong points of this information? what are the weak points?

A few hours spent reading around a topic is time well spent. Enjoyable. And I am reminded -- by this particular topic -- that good diet is important. Time spent being told to have a positive attitude would be... time wasted. And I'm not even going to consider paying money to have green waste shoved up my bum.

Unless it is recommended by one of the medical "team" who are treating my cancer. Because if an real oncologists says, Do this, I believe that they have a good reason for the suggestion. A good reason, that is, that is related to *my* health. And that has the backing of real research, real attempts to prove, that the recommended treatment will help.

Yes, there are alternative treatments.

I have decided to follow the alternatives that have been tested. And re-tested. And shown to have some *real* chance of keeping me alive... despite the cancer.

I don't entirely *reject* other alternatives, some may work. In a limited fashion, in very specific circumstances. But with limited time in each day I am limited in the number of treatments I can take.

I choose to take the treatments that have been *proven* to work. For *my* cancer. And that, I'm afraid, leaves no time for inspirational authors who peddle expensive "cures" to the gullible and the desperate.

Though I do have the time -- as you may have noticed -- to post my own opinions on what may work and what will not. And those opinions you may take -- or leave. Because that is your choice. And my own opinions are presented for free. Which may be all that they are worth :-)






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Dr Nick Lethbridge / Consulting Dexitroboper
Agamedes Consulting / Problems ? Solved
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"Wer den Daumen auf dem Beutel hat, der hat die Macht." … Otto von Bismarck
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