PCa

Another Loss

I had mentioned John A. here briefly over the last few months. On March 25th the disease finally got the best of him.

He leaves a huge hole in the on-line community and will be greatly missed. He continued to guide us and provide inspiration as he and his wife Jeanne continued to share their experience through the last weeks and days of his journey on earth.

There were a number of tributes and things written about John, I believe my friend Joel did an exemplary job: http://advancedprostatecancer.net/?p=3135

I have no other words to add other than I really hate this disease.

To John:
Hail Mary, full of grace.
Our Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.

1961

First of all, although things are slightly better, my intention to start the year off with a bang and my goal to post multiple blogs has fizzled. I’ll try to get better the year goes on, I promise.

I’d like to start with two prayer requests. There are multiple men I could list but tonight my mind is on Terrance from Seattle and a former neighbor of ours Jennifer. Terence had his 4th chemo infusion this week as well as a blood transfusion. He’s having a rough time, so please find a minute for T.  Jennifer is battling stage IV colo-rectal cancer. She is planning to head to MD Anderson in a few weeks and I hope and pray that she will find a clinical trial that proves to be an effective treatment for her cancer. Again, please include them both in your prayers.

This week I had my monthly Oncologist appointment here in Kansas City. A few of my blood markers are borderline low, potassium was one. Initially, we are going to try to increase the level with diet.Mary already came back from the store with lots of bananas, avocado and coconut water. As bad as my appetite has been, I was happy that more things weren’t out of whack!

Before I break the big news I have to remind you all of a few things: first the clinical trial medicine that I am taking addresses bone tumors. Though they measure my PSA in Boston, the doctor and I don’t discuss it. It is the bone scan that is the key marker.

We knew my PSA would rise because as part of the trial I had to stop taking androgen blockers. It was a risk we were willing take at the time. This week we asked my local Oncologist for my PSA and though Tuesday’s measurement was not ready, my December 5th reading was 1,961. That is up from 1,043 in November and around 400+/- when we started the trial on August 30th.

On one hand, it’s just a number, the scans are what’s important (I tell myself in a semi-convincing manner). On the other hand I think, “Holy Roger Maris! 1,961”! From there the questions begin to mount, questions that I will be discussing with Dr. S when I return to Boston later in the month. Short term, I’m not to worried, what this might mean and how it will impact my treatment long term is what I am concerned with mostly.

Too short

It’s been a heck of a month, and yet a week remains!

One of our prostate cancer brethren, Terence in Seattle, started chemo. His second treatment is in a few days and so far things are going well. Please understand that much like myself, Terence is dealing with bone tumors and pain, raising psa and other PCa related issues.  His pain was excruciating and the good news is, he has seen some relief there is just a few weeks.  I hope the future brings Terence more relief and many, many years of peace and happiness with Sheri and the grand kids.

In early October I added a post regarding our golf tournament (Lucky number 7). The gentleman to my right in the first photo is Bruce. Bruce and I have known each other since high school, well over thirty years. After a while, life took us separate ways, so it was great when Bruce drove in from St Louis to play in the tournament and have dinner with Mary and I.  Two weeks ago Bruce went to his doctor to  have a few things checked out. That appointment led to a triple by pass two days later.  Bruce has children under ten years old, so that adds to the complexity of the recovery process. I wish Bruce and Lisa peace and joy as they follow their journey down the road to recovery.

I have another good friend Bill ,whom I’ve know since I used to kick his butt in first grade math flash card wars! He’s to my left in the photo from this post (Golf 2010). It turns out last week Bill had his own heart scare. The incident happened while he was traveling to St Louis on business and required an overnight stay in the hospital and a battery of testing. Fortunately, the results were negative and his heart appears to be functioning very well.  But it certainly created a stressful 36 hours of concern! Bill has three beautiful daughters. Bill, his wife Enid and all three girls are always in my prayers.

These are just three things going on in my life that have nothing to do with my own battle. There are others I could add, and many, many of you, the readers are expericing similar events yourselves. I share these as a reminder of the how fragile life is and as a way to ask you slow down around the holidays next week and next month. Enjoy time with your family and friends…life is too short.

The rebound

Since the last post a lot of things have happened, all of them good.

First of all, I’m feeling much better mentally and physically.
The occasional left hip/femur pain has been gone for days. I’ve been able to avoid Advil for weeks
and mentally I’m back on my game.

I spent six hours yesterday painting and redecorating one of our guest bedrooms. Today we got up and walked four miles in the 23rd annual ‘Trolley Run’. This year it benefited a wonderful organization that my 3 year old nephew utilizes, CCVI (Children’s Center for the Visually Impaired). There must have been 12,000 runners and walkers. It was amazing and felt really good to walk on such a beautiful morning!

After words I came home, spent about an hour in the yard and then put the finishing touches on the guest room.Tonight Brad and I attended a Confirmation meeting at church and now the family is relaxing watching a little television.

So the secret? Just stay incredibly busy! Mary asks me to slow down all the time, but I can’t. I won’t if this is the end result.

Worries come creaping back

It never ceases to amaze me how fast the days are flying by! Is it really the middle of April already? Wow.

Before I get to me, there are a few guys out there I have been thinking about a lot today and add to my worries. I pray for a long list of fellow PCa survivors regularly, but there are two that are on my mind today.

Dan Z celebrated his one year anniversary. My guess is, like the rest of us, it’s rather subdued. I hope he does nothing more than spend the time with his family. After all, does anything else really matter?

There is another young man, and when I say young, Gabe is only in his mid-thirties. Today he found out his PSA jumped considerably. He was first diagnosed last summer and was hoping to manage his case for as long as possible. Now it appears he might have to make a treatment decision sooner versus later.

Then there is me. Lately I find myself waiting, worrying, wondering if the clinical trial drug is ever going to work? If not, then what? Worry, it’s beating me down, but I’m not out.

A short post I know, but this is where I’m at.

Flight 922

Tomorrow is what I am hoping will be, my second to last trip to Atlanta. As I’ve written here before, I have the trip down like clockwork, however it’s getting old. To get right to my point, I really hope KU Cancer Center gets their approval for the trial in the next few weeks. If they do get approved, I can stop making these trips and the timing will make the transition smooth and easy.
Spring is in full bloom in Atlanta and I hope I can find a few minutes to enjoy it tomorrow. 
The challenge will be to dedicate the free time to two work conference calls right after my doctor appointment, so the down time will be quite limited on this trip. Ultimately, it will make the waiting time pass quickly.
The last two weeks went by so fast, they are a blur. Nothing eventful happened and almost the entire time was pain free. My streak of three weeks without Advil ended yesterday. I think between yard work on Saturday, the amount of walking over the weekend and the fact I worked out Monday morning,  I might have over done things just a bit. On the proverbial doctor’s scale of pain (1-10, 10 being the worst), this is a 2.5 tops. The good news is it only bothers me when I walk and it’s just something I live with from time to time.
With the arrival of Spring I have a lot of plans for our yard and gardens. I’m just praying the body cooperates! I’ll just have to pace myself, something I struggle with all the time.

The numbers can drive you crazy

The PSA (Prostate Specific Antigen), the primary marker used to diagnose, track and manage a patient with prostate cancer is at best a confusing indicator. There are men dealing with advanced PCa that have low PSA and high levels of pain. There are men like me that have high PSA and little to no pain. Then there are cases everywhere and in between.
Another idiosyncrasy regarding the PSA test is the differences in labs. Since I started this journey I have always been advised to stick to one lab, due to the variances in the processing between labs.  My current state is a perfect example. In January I began traveling to Atlanta as part of a clinical trial for a promising drug called Abiraterone. To date I have had three PSA tests in Atlanta and each time I have had a PSA five days later as part of my routine, monthly Oncologist visit in Kansas City.  The differences in the tests are reflected in the table below:
Date:     KC                         Atlanta:
1/27      349                         200
2/24      356                         250
3/24      403                         293
As you can see, not only does the overall number vary greatly, the percentage of change is completely different. As a patient this can drive you crazy, believe me! Mary is particularly frustrated with the lack of explanation and frankly, concern with respect to the variance in test results between the locations. However, we have repeatedly questioned it and been reassured by both doctors that it is standard practice to have a variance, sometimes even significant variance between labs. At this point in time, we don’t have much choice but to accept it. Looking only at Atlanta the encouraging aspect is the trend line is slowing. January to February my PSA increased by 25% month over month. February to March my PSA increased 17%.  Looking at my KC PSA scores the January to February, the increase was only 2%. February to March my PSA went up 13%.
What does all this mean? Where does it lead? No where really. Since entering the clinical trial back in January we agreed that aside from a crazy increase (perhaps doubling) in either my PSA or excessive symptoms (pain), we would give it six months as recommended by Dr. A. With the trend slowing and pain mostly non-existent we stay the course for at least another month and God willing much, much longer. Patience is a virtue.  We are just anxious to see the PSA decrease to signal to us that we are finally successfully managing the cancer.

Serenity

It’s not quite 7am, March 24th, 2011
I am writing this while in the air between KC and Atlanta as I make my fifth trip to see the Oncologist running the prostate cancer clinical trial in which I am participating.

I currently find my mind wandering to a place I’ve been successful in avoiding since I was diagnosed six years ago. The place I refer to is of course ‘worry’. I worry when and if this current treatment will begin working. Time will tell and by late Friday or Monday morning I’ll have the answer I both seek and fear.

This rant is the part I suspect is the hardest for people to understand. Perhaps I’m to blame for not spending enough time on it here. To me worry is whining. That is likely not a very good attitude to take, but I question if there is another better attitude to fight this fight with? My emotions are all over the place as you can probably tell.

I have options beyond this current medication but they are not the greatest. Two involve a return to chemo. One of the chemo options, though recently approved for use in cases like mine, is once again not a cure. There are several drugs in an earlier trial stage then my current treatment, but those become a matter of logistics since none are available in Kansas City.

Beyond the selfish worries my thoughts turn to my family, instigating additional worries. My son, being fourteen, is at a critical stage in his life. He’s about to start high school and with that his world, challenges, experiences and such are set to grow exponentially. I want to be there as he matures through his high school years. Then there is Mary. Twenty-four years ago she came into my life. She is everything to me, my best friend, my confidant my heart and my soul.

We’ve known for six years that our dreams of a lifetime together, of spending our retirement years together were in serious jeopardy. There are times like these when it really doesn’t matter that we may have discussed the changes to our grand plan, worry, pain, and mental anguish are at the forefront of my mind today. I’m hesitant to even type the words ‘I want it all to go away’ simply because those words ring of denial. It is what it is. I have stage IV prostate cancer, I’m struggling through a temporary funk, but I’ll come out on the other side alive, mentally stronger and a better person for having gone through this experience.

A very good friend, Dr. S. and I discussed the power of the ‘Serenity Prayer’ once, the discussion is quite clear to me, like it was yesterday. As I write this from 33,000 feet I had to pull the prayer card that Mary had gotten me from my wallet and recite it three times. It gives me comfort right now and I would like to share it with you…

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
courage to change the things I can,
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time,
enjoying one moment at at time,
accepting hardship as a pathway to peace.
Taking, as He did,
this sinful world as it is,
not as I would have it,
trusting that He will make things right
if I surrender to His will.
That I may be reasonably happy in this life,
and supremely happy with Him,
forever in the next.

An alteration, a variation or perhaps I just go with ‘an adjustment’?

I had my monthly appointment with my oncologist, Lupron shot and Zometa infusion yesterday. The latter two items went off without a hitch, as usual.
My PSA however was up again and now at 81.2

I was not at all surprised with this increase based on the previous two PSA readings and how I feel.  Let me clarify how I feel, overall I feel great. However, because I have a very high tolerance for pain and the fact that after six years of this I am very in tune with every ache and pain in my body, I knew the PSA was up. Nothing severe, just an occasional twinge in my hip or leg(s) etc., no Advil needed it comes and goes.

So it seems that the DES (estrogen) has run its course and so it’s time for a change. We have discussed a number of possible treatments with Dr. V however, two are not yet available and the doctor’s team is still trying to coordinate the third. Given this and the need for a change we decided that as a short term stop-gap I would replace the DES with high-dose Casodex. Casodex is an anti-androgen that is combined with Lupron as the ‘standard’ treatment when men are initially diagnosed with advanced PCa. I was initially on Casodex for the first year after diagnosis. In a high-dose dosage there were a few small studies ten years ago that showed some limited benefit. If my results are nothing more than the stabilization of my PSA while we line up the next treatment, I’ll take it.

On another note, the doctor did feel a slightly enlarged lymph node in my neck. He didn’t seem too worried but I am having an abdominal CT scan on Thursday just to be safe.  There are times I think my laissez-faire attitude or sarcasm leaves Dr. V dumbfounded. For example, after telling me about the lymph node and the order for a CT scan, I responded with the following; ‘Well I guess the CT could result in a bad news, good news situation. The bad news is we found something, the good news is you now qualify for the XL 184 trial!’  He had no idea how to respond.

Just so you the reader understands, I honestly believe that because life itself is far too serious, you have to see the irony in things, and retain a little bit of sarcasm in your everyday life. Mary and I laugh a lot at this whole situation. When we left the doctor she said (thick with sarcasm)  “Oh well, just another appointment, your numbers are up, you have a swollen lymph node in your neck, you  have to have a CT scan, your iron level is down and I have three new prescriptions to get filled!” We then went on to ponder whether or not there was something wrong with us because of the way we react to news like the news we just received?  Shouldn’t we be upset, emotional, pissed-off, something? We are not naïve nor are we emotionless, it’s just after this much time we don’t fly off the handle or get too worried. It is what it is and we have to let it all play out before our eyes.