Maybe now I’ll get super powers.

I’m mentally numb today, just sort of going through the motions as my brain frantically tries to process the last 24 hours of my life while remaining functional.

On Tuesday I had an appointment to get the monthly infusion of IViG and meet with Dr. Matous to map out where we were going with my care. One of the things we had to discuss were the results of an MRI from the previous week since I’m still having tremendous amounts of back pain and it seems lower than where I had the L2 kyphoplasty. So he hands me the report and we read it together, look at the slides, and there’s one that’s troubling him (it’s all troubling to me because I can’t understand a word on the page). So he calls up radiology and gets one of their doctors on the phone to discuss what we’re looking at.

And guess what?

Turns out that the back pain is being caused by a tumor.

Lest that be the only bomb to drop on me, the MRI also showed that my spine has gone from relatively OK to a fucking dumpster fire since my last MRI (July-ish), and there’s serious concern that I’m at risk of more fractures like the one from last October. On that end we’ll be going back to monthly Zometa infusions (was quarterly) and, well, finger-crossing I guess. Definitely won’t be picking up anything heavy anytime soon. I asked if the Zometa could stop and perhaps reverse the trend we were seeing in the pictures and he said yes, so we’ll see. I honestly have my doubts — if it was working then my back wouldn’t look like it does now, would it?

In discussing CAR-T and what we wanted to do about my Myeloma, I brought up that perhaps I should go chat with my doctor at the Mayo Clinic to see if the MC is running a Bluebird Bio anti-BCMA CAR-T trial (the one I and everyone else with Myeloma on the planet wants to get into).  My local oncologist proceeded to email my doctor at the Mayo Clinic and while I can’t get into why right now, suffice it to say I no longer have a contact there (not in a bad way, just shouldn’t discuss it right now). Not really what I wanted to hear, although there is good news on that front if you’ll bear with my tale a bit longer.

So with a parting expression of concern over me from Dr. M I was released back into the wilds to process all of this.

Yeah didn’t happen.

I haven’t had an office visit go that far south since I found out my stem cell transplant was largely ineffective.  A tumor? A FUCKING TUMOR? I didn’t even know you could get a tumor from Myeloma. And on top of that I thought my disease was in kind of a holding pattern. I also thought we were supposed to be able to see the bad stuff related to Myeloma coming from miles away and react quicker, not suddenly find a tumor the size of one of my vertebrae lodged into my back.

Jesus wept.

So Dr. Matous set me up to see a radiation oncologist at Sky Ridge near my house/office for radiation immediately. Amy and I met with the doctor there on Wednesday, Dr. Mateskon, and liked him and his staff. While discussing everything I noted to him during the consult that I had developed severe pain in my left hip as well, and hey Christmas in January, the CT scan they ran after we talked showed I had another tumor in the socket of my hip.

Just wonderful.

I should note at this point, and if for nothing else than to stop this narrative from completely circling the drain, one weird but good thing happened at the radiation office. During the meeting Dr. Mateskon noted that we wouldn’t be able to do continuous days of treatment because according to a text he had received that morning from Dr. Matous at CBCI, I had an appointment in Nashville next week. Baffled, what we pieced together is that Dr. Matous came through and got me an appointment with a doctor running an arm of that coveted Bluebird Bio clinical trial at Tennessee Oncology and was going to call me later. So Sunday I fly out to Nashville to try to get accepted into that.  Crazy eh? So some good news in a sea of drowning crapmonkies.

Anyways, back to the radiation thing. So they do the CT, find that second tumor, and start prepping me to start the therapy (which involves actually tattoo’ing me so they get the placement right or something). I’ll be doing 10 sessions, the first of which I did this morning. No major physical side effects so far except I feel sort of tingly — the Zometa, which I also got yesterday, messes with me so I can’t really separate what is bothering me right now and why. I’m totally numb mentally and emotionally, however — I don’t think any of this has sunk in, really, even when I was laying on the table in that monstrous radiation machine today.

I mean I just had radiation therapy for a tumor on my spine.

What in the unholy fuck?  How did we get here?

I dunno. I’m trying not to think too much about all of this because when I do I don’t like what my brain starts doing. Like asking questions about how if we found two tumors that easily, are there any more anywhere? Why all of a sudden do I have these? Now I’m wondering if every weird sensation or pain is a tumor. It never stops. Even the Nashville thing is freaking me out. Forgetting the fact we’re talking about the bleeding edge of science on cancer with zero long-term data on survivability, etc., I’d be doing that treatment solo. I can’t take Ariana out of school … so assuming I even get into the trial, which is a long-shot, I’ll be moving to Nashville for what I understand to be about two months. That’s scary to me, and really depressing.

So many unknowns and new paths have opened that I feel like I’m not even adrift, I’m being actively overwhelmed and pulled under. I fear when some of this starts sinking in and the wall breaks down a bit.

Anyhow, that’s the update. I’ll write more if the mood hits me, something else happens (which damn near might push me over the edge, so let’s hope not) or when I learn more in Nashville.  Hasta.

2018.

The holidays were such an unmitigated shit-show thanks to family drama that it really hasn’t been until the last week or so that I’ve felt centered enough to where I felt comfortable opening this Pandora’s Box. That may sound like a weak excuse since everyone seemingly has family drama around the holidays, but if it helps your perspective I actually had to consult an attorney over the shenanigans this year.

Seriously.

So yeah, most of the little energy I have just went into surviving December. And scarred and battle-worn I’ve fallen off the cliff into 2018. Here’s to hoping it’s not the health nightmare 2017 was or I don’t see me making it out of this one — I had to do some paperwork recently for our disability insurance policy (which is apparently garbage), and here’s my list of hospitalizations during the past year:

Admission Discharge Procedure
1/18/2017 1/23/2017 Colon Resection
4/19/2017 4/23/2017 Chemotherapy: VDT-PACE
5/22/2017 5/23/2017 Multiple Myeloma Complications
6/19/2017 6/23/2017 Chemotherapy: VDT-PACE
7/19/2017 7/23/2017 Chemotherapy: VDT-PACE
8/13/2017 8/20/2017  Chemotherapy: VDT-PACE
9/5/2017 9/9/2017 Multiple Myeloma Complications
9/18/2017 9/29/2017 Pneumonia Treatment
10/2/2017 10/5/2017 Kyphoplasty
10/10/2017 10/15/2017 Multiple Myeloma Complications
10/17/2017 10/27/2017 Drain of Pericardial Cavity

Fun summer, that.

Anyways a few disconnected ramblings to pour out this time, so be forewarned.

I believe the last time I sat down here we were in a holding pattern to find out what Dr. Matous wants to do with me. The answer is CAR-T, but the question becomes which protocol and when. There are a few things complicating this issue, none of which I have an easy answer for:

  • The big news out of ASH was the anti-BCMA CAR-T treatments, specifically Bluebird Bio’s. Unfortunately CBCI does not have that available and won’t in the foreseeable future. They will have a two-target anti-BCMA trial opening up around the second quarter of 2018, but there’s (a) no guarantee I’d get in and (b) it’s a dosage trial, which is more experimental than I’m comfortable with.
  • Right now I’m not on any chemotherapy and we’re hoping my numbers stay stable while we figure out what to do next. Unfortunately that’s not the M.O. for my cancer so every two weeks I go in for bloodwork, and while relatively stable my numbers are creeping up. Talk about “scanxiety” … I’m not even sure what we do if they start really moving.  Need to remember to ask that tomorrow, actually.

Tomorrow … tomorrow I’ll find out more then as I go in for the monthly IViG infusion and talk to the doctor. This is pretty nerve-wracking at this point as I’m honestly not sure what to do. I’m going to set up an appointment at the Mayo Clinic with Dr. Mikhael to get some more input as well, whom I haven’t seen in over a year — perhaps he’s got some ideas.  I feel like I am definitely experiencing side effects of the cancer, however — my fatigue level is abnormally high and getting worse, and there’s something seriously wrong with my internal thermostat. Should have some preliminary answers about my temperature problems tomorrow as well.

In other health news I had an MRI last Friday for my back — I’m still having a ton of back pain and it seems to be coming from much lower down my spine this time. I should get an idea of what’s going on when we go over the results tomorrow but I have a hard time buying that there’s not something seriously wrong given the pain level. Early last week I took all of my pills out one morning, went to the kitchen to get more coffee to down them and then apparently had a chemobrain moment and just left them un-swallowed on my desk.  By lunchtime without the daily 40mg of Oxycontin on board I thought I was going to fucking die from the pain.

What else … oh! Unusual for me but I’m going to start doing reiki, or at least trying it, next week. One of the things I learned at that Myeloma support group I went to last month was that there’s a group here in Colorado that donates 12 weekly reiki treatments for free to cancer patients, so I figured I’d try it. Can’t hurt, right?

Lastly, I participated in a brain tumor Twitter chat last night which ended up being a double-edged sword. Normally I’d skip something like this but the topic was on advanced care planning and when your sub-group of cancer has as small an online footprint as Myeloma does, you take what you can get for support. Interesting chat although it stirred memories and a few things on my mental to-do list I didn’t want to think about last night, enhanced I’m sure by enjoying a bowl right before the chat started.

It does remind me, however, that I need to put together my “Hey I just died, here’s what you need to immediately do” note for the lockbox. I’ve been avoiding that one and doing so knowingly but it needs to be done. A few passwords and instructions and then I can cross it off. I’ve just been so depressed for so long due to the holiday season and how bad it got I just couldn’t, you know? But it’s time and I simply don’t have the luxury, certainly not after how bad my health got last year, of procrastinating — that’s not fair to Amy or Ari.  Sigh.

That’s about it for now. I’ll post at least a quick update tomorrowish once I find out more about the back and the rest of the doctor’s appointment. Happy New Year to you folks and hope 2018 finds you in better health than last year.