Anti-Nausea, Chronometer

I’ve had three radiation visits and one chemo session so far. It’s hard to separate out what sensations I’m having are the result of what, but I know that I feel a hot tingling in my throat after radiation days, which I take to be the first sparkles of sunburn back there. It’s a minor effect though – no real pain.

It’s harder to describe how the chemo effects feel. Sometimes it feels like I have the beginnings of a head cold, like my sinuses are clamping down, and I have some of the brain fog that goes with a cold. But I’m not sick, and it’s kind of more “penetrating” than a sinus head-cold sensation. I feel like I have to work a bit more to think through the brain fog than I would with a head cold too.

After a few days, some of the initial exhaustion kicked in, and has persisted. It comes and goes, but there’s a noticeable difference compared to usual – even when I get a full night’s sleep, I find myself wanting to nap in the middle of the day, and I’m allowing it.

I have a small flotilla of anti-nausea meds on hand, but have been lucky so far not to experience almost any nausea at all. Some of them are recommended for certain days (“take these on days 2, 3, and 4 after chemo), while others are “as needed.” I’ve only taken one of the “as needed” pills. But it’s early days yet – I won’t be surprised if I need them more in future weeks.

Chemo card spotted in a Santa Cruz shop.

I’m noticing a definite diminishment of my ability to taste food – things that I think of as delicious just … aren’t. I’m not yet at the “wet cardboard” stage that some patients describe – there’s some taste there. But everything feels unsalted when it’s already salted. Fruits taste less sweet. Fats taste less fatty. According to one of the doctors, this is a real challenge for people, who lose all desire to eat when they can’t taste their food, and that’s a problem when it’s critical to keep your caloric intake high. I feel like I’ll be able to stay committed to plentiful eating even if it tastes like nothing.

I was advised to start tracking everything eat with a calorie tracker, and chose the badly named Chronometer. It’s kind of fascinating seeing exactly how many prunes it takes to equal the calories in an egg, but it’s a rabbit hole trying to figure out how much detail to go into with your entries. I’m using it in an approximate way, just trying to meet the recommended 2500 calories per day.

Sci-fi doses and first treatments

Chemo

Up early with Amy for my first visit to chemo and radiation. After meeting RN Matt and getting some initial education, and after Matt struggled to get the hospital computer system out of “Legacy Mode” (at least its not written in COBOL), and a couple of “bumped valves,” I finally got situated in the Barcalounger with a pretty hefty hydration drip, followed by two separate anti-nausea drips. We turned out the lights and I drifted into a hazy nap. I noticed that I was making a brand new snoring sound, caused by the growing tumor.

Photo by Amy Kubes

Before falling asleep, I remember feeling profoundly comforted that medicine was finally flowing into my body – after this long month of news and prep and trepidation and existential question marks, treatment had finally begun. The room was warm and dark, and I had a blissful moment of feeling at-peace with the process.

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Emperor of All Maladies

Anthropologists once unearthed an ancient Egyptian list of known diseases and their treatments. A description matching that of cancer was found on the 4,000-year-old list, alongside hieroglyphics saying essentially “There is no cure.”

I’d heard very good things about the book “Emperor of All Maladies” by Siddhartha Mukherjee, and found a copy in Bookshop Santa Cruz last weekend, but it was a giant tome and I knew I’d never get through it. Happy to find, though, that it had also been made into a documentary by Ken Burns.

Supposedly available on PBS, but when we went to watch it tonight, found that all you get online is an odd-collection of 25 five-minute clips. No explanation for why it wasn’t available in its entirety, but many of the clips are fascinating. Worth perusing to catch up on why the disease has proved so elusive to cure over the centuries, not to mention the cruel treatment dished out to its victims when doctors didn’t know what else to do.

Interesting watch.

Cancer Don’t Care

“Cancer? But you look so healthy!”

That’s what the proprietor at the Thai restaurant said when I went to pick up our dinner the other night. I’ve started to realize what a common misperception this is – that cancer only affects people who are sick, or weak. But that’s because we think of it as a disease like other diseases, rather than a random outbreak of cell mutations. Cancer hits healthy people all the time. Cancer don’t care.

I watched a YouTube video the other day by a guy who got the same Squamous Cell Carcinoma throat cancer that I had. Everything about his diagnosis and treatment was identical, until we got halfway through, and he revealed that he was going to “treat it” with a vegan diet, juicing, and fasting. Wanted to get really healthy, too healthy for cancer. But it was such a profound misunderstanding, and he paid for it. As months went by, his visible tumor shrunk, and he thought he was on a good path. But when he went for his next scan, a whole string of lymph nodes was cancerous. The visible tumor had only shrunk because the cancer cells had consumed it, and moved on to other nodes. The only “health” happening there were the cancer cells themselves, who were flourishing as he left his cancer untreated.

Stay healthy, yep. But don’t think for a second that your health will protect you. Cancer don’t care.

Being healthy may help you survive it, and avoiding behaviors like smoking will prevent getting certain kinds of cancers, sure. But many cancers affect us pretty much at random – roll of the dice.

Mesh Mask and Laser Light

Two-appointment day.

Now that the dental work has had time to heal, it was finally time for my final CT mapping – the scan that will be used to precisely focus and target the radiation for maximum benefit and minimum side-effects. And to do that precisely, my head will need to be in exactly the same position on every treatment.

Photography is not allowed in the lab for “proprietary” reasons, but here’s a stock photo showing what the mask looks like.
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Good Pain and Helpful Perspectives

I’ve done a lot of long-distance cycling over the past 15 years. Today my brother helped me to surface a useful perspective on what I’m about to go through. Endurance athletes learn to recognize the difference between bad pain (neck pain or foot pain from repetitive motions and positions) from good pain (“Shut up, legs!”) via exhaustion when pushing yourself beyond normal tolerances. “Good pain” is the kind that makes you feel like you’re building your body, creating long-term health, that you just have to suck up and get through it for a larger win in the end. The trick here, I think, will be to frame the pain of radiation burns and chemo exhaustion as good pain – pain for a greater good. Something I have to just go through and get through to achieve a destination of greater health. I love that way of looking at what’s about to come.

A few nights ago, Amy and I spent some time watching YouTube videos – a combination of medical/scientific and survivor stories, trying to get a handle on things. Thought I’d share a few of those here.

A basic view of the face/shoulder harness I’ll be wearing for daily treatments, and the process:

Where I intend to be: Making all appointments, staying positive, and staying fit:

The chemo part, and the delicate balance between doing damage and doing harm to cells and tissues:

Last Hurrah – Tahoe with work crew

When the diagnosis rolled in and I realized what the treatment schedule was going to look like, I made a list of all my spring and summer plans to figure out what to cancel. Which was pretty much everything – there’s no way to take a break in the radiation course, nor to move it to another clinic. Because I’ll need the custom-fit fiberglass mask that will strap my head down in perfect position and be bolted to a tray that will clip into the radiation toboggan, and because it’s essential that the radiologist have consistent experience with patients, I can’t go anywhere for two months once treatment begins. Add in recovery time, and we can pretty much call it three months.

We’d had gray skies through most of the trip, but the sky opened up and I was able to enjoy sunrise over Lake Tahoe on the final morning.

So I canceled plans for a couple of organized rides, told my parents I wouldn’t be able to visit Morro Bay for a while, and told Ward that backpacking was out for me this Spring.

That left the annual work ski trip, which always happens in late March, and is a highlight of the year for me. We love to do one day of snowboarding/skiing, and one day of snowshoeing, eat a lot of great food, and get to know people in other departments. But when I brought it up with the oncology surgeon a couple of weeks ago, he surprised me by saying “You have to go – it’ll be a great outdoor experience to remember when you’re in the thick of things, and a reminder of what you want to get back to when this is all over. ” Good advice. Turns out he’s an active snowboarder too.

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So Long, 6-Year Molar

When we’re six, we get our first set of molars. When we’re 12, we get our second set. I had my 12-year molars removed a while back, but the dental oncologist decided that one of my 6-year molars – a workhorse that’s served me perfectly for 54 years, had to go. Not that it’s shot – it has more time to serve – but it’s showing signs of root problems. After radiation, my jaw will loose its vascularity (blood flow) and it will no longer be possible to do dental surgery that involves the jaw, nor will I be able to have dental implants. If I need to lose a tooth in the future, it’ll have to “exfoliate” naturally (wiggle free slowly over time). To avoid that hassle, dental oncologists try to figure out which teeth will need to come out in coming decades to prevent that problem before it starts.

I had thought today would be about nitrous, but it was actually intravenous medical-grade fentanyl. I felt nothing. Picture from different visit in 2015.

Anesthesia is a modern miracle. Today I went to sleep in a dentist’s chair and woke up 45 minutes later none the wiser, while a surgeon yanked that molar right out of my head. Went home chewing on gauze, and with prescriptions for antibiotics and pain relievers. I had braced myself for a really painful recovery, but it’s really no big deal. Grateful to live in this age of modern medicine.

Dental oncology and a delay

A few days ago, I had no idea there was such a thing as “Oncology audiologist” or “Oncology dentist.” But radiation treatment can have real impacts on both hearing and dentistry, and they need baseline measurements and preparatory conversations before getting started.

The audiology visit came first. They led me into a soundproof room with thick walls, and inserted a series of earbuds into my ears and played long series of clicks and tones at high and low tones, with progressive degrees of quietude. Also, tests where I was asked to repeat words back. My hearing is normal, with typical falloff at the high end correlated to my age. Potential effects of radiation would probably be either tinnitus or mild hearing loss. Possible future hearing aids if that does come to pass, but it’s rare. Not much to say here.

Artifacts of a 2018 visit

The Dental Oncology visit was more intense. I’ll definitely need fluoride trays, and to fluoridate nightly during treatment (loss of saliva during treatment means a much higher likelihood of cavities). But why is there less saliva? Because my salivary glands will be irradiated too, and damage to them could be permanent. I should expect a drier mouth for the rest of my life. Apparently, these days they are able to do a better job of targeting radiation so that it has minimal impact on salivary glands. And some people even have pre-surgery to move the glands! That prospect did not come up in my case.

The really scary/new information was that the radiation will also affect vascular flow in the jaw, which will make it impossible for it to heal in the future. That, in turn, means I will not be able to have teeth removed or implants done in years to come. So it’s important to get everything removed now that looks like it might be a problem down the line, and the doctor did find one tooth that seemed to have borderline future prospects. So, on top of everything else, I now have to have emergency dental surgery to have another molar removed, which means it’s going to get even harder to chew and swallow.

Not the news I wanted to hear, but I do appreciate the wisdom of it.

The next morning was to be my final CT scan – the “mapping and planning” one. Unfortunately, when I got there, they told me that we’d have to delay that because the tooth removal would change the structure of my mouth. So now I need to get the tooth extracted ASAP, give it 7-10 days to heal, and then do the final CT scan. Not great.