Archive for March, 2007

Cancer in “Lehman’s” Terms (so-so on the wittiness, but I tried)

March 29, 2007

Chemotherapy-The treatment of cancer using specific chemical agents or drugs that are selectively destructive to malignant cells and tissues.

Lehman’s term: Poisoning of the biological enemy.

Oophoropexy- Surgical fixation or suspension of an ovary.

Lehman’s term: Ooph…thank God they’re hopefully out of the radiation field. Just say no to menopause.

DaVinci Robot-The da Vinci® Surgical System provides surgeons with an alternative to both traditional open surgery and conventional laparoscopy, putting a surgeon’s hands at the controls of a state-of-the-art robotic platform. The da Vinci System enables surgeons to perform even the most complex and delicate procedures through very small incisions with unmatched precision.

Lehman’s term: Ass-kicking surgical tool that thankfully has never watched the Terminator series or has met HAL 9000.

Carbon Dioxide -The gas used during laparoscopy can irritate your diaphragm for a few days. You may have some pain or achiness in your shoulder for several hours after the laparoscopy. Some of the gas in your belly may leak into your skin and cause a crackling sound.

Lehman’s term: Hello…worst part of the recovery. See Amorphous Blob post. Makes scuba diving look easy.

Lymphedema-The most common causes are surgery or radiation treatment for certain types of cancer, such as breast and testicular cancers. Other causes of lymphedema include surgery on the blood vessels in your limbs, surgical procedures like liposuction, and burns.

Lehman’s term: Freaking sucky side-effect from all of this that may or may not occur.

Radical Hysterectomy-Surgery used to treat forms of gynecological cancer. It is also used to treat other conditions, but more commonly used to treat cervical cancer. A radical hysterectomy involves the removal of the uterus, cervix and upper part of the vagina. Tissues that support the uterus and lymph nodes are also removed.

Lehman’s term: Like, totally radical procedure that made me like, completely anatomically dif, but OMG like, sooooooo life saving too.

External Radiotherapy-Normally given as a series of short, daily treatments using equipment similar to a large x-ray machine. Treatments are usually given from Monday to Friday, leaving patients to rest at the weekend. Each treatment is called a fraction. Giving the treatment in fractions ensures that less damage is done to normal cells than to cancer cells. The damage to normal cells is mainly temporary, but is the reason why radiotherapy has some side effects.

Lehman’s term: Don’t worry about bringing a Geiger counter, but stronger than the sun that shines in AZ mid-July while wearing only olive oil.

Foley Catheter-Flexible (usually latex) tube that is passed through the urethra during urinary catheterization and into the bladder to drain urine. It is retained by means of a balloon at the tip which is inflated with sterile water.

Lehman’s term: A device that left me with one less thing to do while recovering, but a bag of one’s urine, even dressed up in another bag for concealment, is not a fashion accessory.

Adjuvant Therapy-Used after primary treatments, such as surgery or radiation, to decrease the chance that your cancer will recur.

Lehman’s term: 6 weeks of more poking and prodding but with a favorable outcome to get cured of this bullshit.

Dilator-A device used to stretch or enlarge an opening.

Lehman’s term: (18 or older please) Fancy medical term for a dildo.

Stenosis-An abnormal narrowing in a blood vessel or other tubular organ or structure.

Lehman’s term: Abnormal narrowing of MY “structure” during radiation that for sure is going to need the “dilator”.

So what exactly does 6 weeks feel like?

March 24, 2007

I am not too sure of when my radiation-chemo treatment begins due to the egg party I have to try to have, but I do know that the duration of treatment is 6 weeks. I thought to myself, “Wow. 6 weeks seems like a short time. I can get through that no prob!” Then I remembered that going to treatment will be my new job for the time-being. Monday-Friday. Convincing myself of how much fun this is going to be ensues…I like platinum (the metal found in some chemo drugs as well as mustard gas components): my wedding rings are made of the stuff. Healthy green glow: eh, what’s a little radiation? Then I started thinking about WHAT exactly is 6 weeks.

This is what I found:

  1. 6 weeks=42 days, 30 of which I will be treated (an obvious statement but I must start out on a simple one).
  2. a factory-farmed chicken’s life span is, on average, 7 weeks from hatching.
  3. the average injury takes 4-6 weeks to recover from for most collegiate/pro athletes.
  4. it appears as if I can have fabulous skin and hair in 6 weeks, as well as dropping 20 lbs.
  5. most other countries like France or Australia get at least 4 weeks of paid vacation time if not more.
  6. the average length of time to receive your tax refund is 6 weeks if you did not file electronically.
  7. most animals look darn cute at 6 weeks old…see any google image search.
  8. I can try the Bowflex challenge for 6 weeks and if I don’t like my results I can send it back.
  9. My airfare to Tucson will be refunded in 4-6 weeks, supposedly.
  10. The US Open Challenger series (tennis for those who don’t know) lasts for 6 weeks before the US Open and there is $2 million dollars on the line for the winner.

What I am trying to prove is not certain. Maybe that if I were a factory chicken my life would most definitely suck. Or if I had practiced just a little bit more on my net game I could be getting coaching from my dad in the stands when to eat a banana or when to go for that down-the-line passing shot. Who knows? All I know is that I am pretty sure that the 6 weeks aren’t going to be my most fabulous, but it is only 6 weeks out of a life that I have lived for almost 1,872 weeks already. (My birthday is April 23…that’s my baseline.) So the % of my life spent rather uncomfortably due to treatment will be approximately 0.3%. Hmmm…6 weeks.

Worse Than Cancer? Maybe

March 22, 2007

We received some guidance on the adjuvant therapy. Although the situation is about what we expected, it doesn’t make it any better. More details on this later. For now, I want to focus on something really terrible that touches all of us.

Bans on foie gras. I see that Wolfgang Puck has hopped on the bandwagon. WTF.

Although I definitely am not a vegetarian, I hate animal cruelty. I try to buy animal products from producers who give their animals “one bad day”.  A local animal welfare charity receives regular donations from us and stands to get a slice of our estate . The jury on foie cruelty is still out, but it is like crack for any self-respecting foodie. In all candor, the only way I am getting though this whole cancer thing is by a steady dose of foie. Hell, now that radio-chemotherapy is the next step, I might even have some with breakfast.  You only live once…

When Winning Feels Like Losing

March 19, 2007

We got the pathology report today. It read like a who’s who of negative (the good kind) findings:

  • No evidence of spread to lymph nodes
  • No parametrial involvement
  • No lymphatic vascular space invasion
  • Negative margins.

But…and this is a big one – like an American-sized ass, the tumor was of a size that resulted in margins which are considered too close for comfort. Beth’s physician, Dr Everett, suggested that Beth is really best served with additional treatment. Exactly what that will be is TBD, but probably consists of radiation or chemotherapy/radiation combination. We’ll find out more on Thursday.

So…this sucks. Obviously the absence of lymphatic spread is great news, but damn. What’s a brother need to do to catch a break…like a real break…like no more tubes or treatment or shitting in the pants about the future?

I think Beth is going to post tomorrow after yelling at the gardener for practicing scorched earth warfare in our backyard.

Bladder 1 Beth 1

March 15, 2007

Preface: I completely and utterly comprehend that there are people in WAY worse situations than I, but I really thought I would not have to carry around my urine with me anymore as a warm reminder of how I got here to begin with. Alas…not so much. After 250cc of water injected into my bladder, 2 glasses of water and 1 tall nonfat latte, NOTHING. So, dejected, I empty out via catheter and go home with a new one…I guess teaching all these years has given me huge capacity; 750cc came rushing out like it was Snoqualmie Falls. Hell, I would’ve paid big $$$ for a trickling stream. Not this time. We shall try again on Monday though. If I fail again, I am going to put a hit out on my bladder…sleep-with-the-fishes kinda hit.

MARCH 19, 2007. A day that will live in infamy. Well, not really, but I did get the catheter removed and I am back on the pee-path. I also had my first post-op appointment with Dr. Everett and the news is good but with a twist. I need to digest this a bit and I will get a new post up tomorrow.


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