(Picture above is from the first day of spring, enjoying our free Rita’s water ice.) A year ago today (well, a year ago yesterday by the time I’m actually posting this), we were told that Anne had malignant, metastatic neuroendocrine carcinoid tumors. I’ve been looking back over emails and notes from those first few days after we found out, and man, what a whirlwind. I want to talk about some of that, but first, an update on where we are now, since it’s been three and a half months since our last update… sorry!
What’s Been Going On Since December
It’s hard to believe that we’re almost a third of the way through 2017. In February and March, a team of our friends in South Africa worked tirelessly to pack and prepare all of our belongings to be shipped around the world to our new house here. Meanwhile back here in the U.S., construction workers knocked out a wall, ripped up carpets, and replaced flooring in our new house.
Continue reading “A Year Later”
Last week, Anne and I attended the National NET Patient Conference in New Orleans, presented by NCAN (the Neuroendocrine Cancer Awareness Network). It was an amazing experience. Here, in no particular order, are our top ten takeaways:
1.) We’re not alone.
Before the conference, we had met only one person with neuroendocrine tumors, back when Anne had her Gallium scan in Pretoria. I can’t put into words how much it meant to talk with people, laugh with people, cry with people who not only know what NETs are (which already puts them ahead of 99% of the population), but who know intimately what it means to live with this disease. It’s not a club that anyone asks to join, but it’s an amazing community full of passionate people who are willing to fight for each other and lift each other up.
Continue reading “Top Ten Takeaways from the National NET Patient Conference”
On Thursday of last week Coleman and I met with our surgical oncologist, Dr. Roses, and his chief resident to discuss our options and make some plans. With all of the tests back, and several other opinions sought, he confirmed some of what we thought we understood and reaffirmed some of what we had discussed before:
– I have Stage IV cancer, which sounds terrifying, but is really just a description of how far it’s spread, not how widely, and in NET cancer is not really indicative of prognosis – many, many people are stage IV when it’s found, and have a (relatively!) good prognosis. I am barely a stage IV, and am in much better shape than many other patients at this stage. Grade, how each tumour is measured, is a better indication of prognosis, and both of my tumours were Grade 1 – the lowest, the best. Continue reading “A Plan”
As Anne mentioned in the last post, we were waiting for one final test result before moving forward with treatment: an MRI to look more closely at a possible liver lesion that had showed up on one of the previous scans. We get results from the MRI yesterday, and it’s good news: there is no evidence of any lesions in Anne’s liver! The MRI was normal, with no signs of advanced cancer, or anything of concern or note anywhere. (It is not especially sensitive and would only pick up large tumours.)
As Anne mentioned in the last post, given the extent of the primary tumor and the fact that it has metastasized, we have to assume that there are still tiny micro-metastases in her body, and for the rest of her life we’ll have to try to stay ahead of them and deal with them as they grow and show up on scans. But it is very good news that there are no visible tumors in the liver!
Our plans are the same as Anne mentioned in the last post: we’ll meet with our surgeon on June 30th, and we expect that at that time we’ll set up a date for a right hemicolectomy, probably for mid-July. Because there does not seem to be any disease in the liver, there’s a possibility that this surgery will significantly improve prognosis, since it could dramatically slow the cancer’s movement toward major organs.
Thanks to everyone for the help and support and prayers – this is a long, slow road, and we are only able to walk it because of the Lord’s help and the unflagging love you’ve shown us.
After several tests and consultations, meetings and review of the pathology (I carried slides and pieces of my appendix in my shoulder bag on the airplane, and the team here has been able to look over the work done by the lab in South Africa, as well as make their own slides), the team at Penn has come up with a proposed treatment plan for us. Continue reading “A Proposal of a Plan”
Celiac disease is a genetic autoimmune disease that causes the body’s immune system to attack the proteins that make up what we call gluten (found in wheat, barley and rye). This autoimmune attack creates a toxin that destroys the villi of the small intestine, leaving sufferers unable to properly absorb nutrients. Untreated, it can lead to (among other things) nutritional deficiencies, failure-to-thrive, diarrhea, constipation, bloating, anemia, infertility, miscarriage, kidney damage, liver failure and eventually, death. Continue reading “An Unexpected Test Result”
I’ve just finished reading Just Show Up, by Kara Tippetts and Jill Lynn Buteyn. It’s a book, a beautiful book written by two friends: one dying of cancer, the other who showed up – to love her, to support her, to walk with her, to dance with her, to live with her. It’s their story, and it’s the story of their community. It’s also my story, a story I’m living.
I write for New Christian Woman, and my latest post for them will be published in a few weeks. It’s about community. This book is about community. I’m living in and experiencing incredible, blessed, grace-filled community. A community that has shown up. Continue reading “Just Show Up”
We’ve had the good fortune to know a lot of excellent South African doctors. Samuel was delivered in Dawson Creek, BC by Dr. Brussow – a South African doctor. Anne’s cancer was discovered at Crompton Hospital in Pinetown, South Africa by Dr. Garrib – a South African doctor. And now we’ve travelled halfway around the world to see an expert in neuroendocrine tumors at Penn Medicine in Philadelphia, Dr. David Metz – a South African doctor. (He scolded us for never making it out to the berg or up to Hluhluwe in the two years we lived in Durban – we’ll have to make sure it happens whenever we visit South Africa next!).
We had our first visit with Dr. Metz at the Perelman Center for Advanced Medicine yesterday. It went well. We had good conversations with the nurses and research assistants as well as Dr. Metz, and we feel reassured that we’ve made the right choice to come here; as hard as it was to leave South Africa, it’s very good to be at a center where everyone is thoroughly familiar with the ins and outs of NET cancer. We didn’t expect to learn much new information at this visit, and we didn’t get it – but we did get a plan for how we’ll get that information that we need to move forward.
That plan involves testing – lots of testing. They took nine vials of blood for testing yesterday; fortunately we had some time to sit and eat something afterward before we had to catch the train. (We took advantage of the chance to have lunch with our friend Annika, who happens to work on an upper floor of the Perelman Center dissecting fruit fly brains to study circadian rhythms.) They’ve scheduled an endoscopy and colonoscopy for June 6th, which among other things should help differentiate between symptoms caused by the cancer and symptoms caused by other factors (e.g. endometriosis, ovarian cysts, celiac disease, IBS, etc.). They’ll also review all the digital images from the scans Anne has already had and do their own tests on the physical tissue blocks and slides from the tumors that were removed during the original surgery.
We continue to be in awe of the love and support we’re getting from people here and around the globe. Amidst the hardness and the exhaustion and the frustration, there are constant reminders that the Lord is here, and that He is good.
Our kids are sharing a room with each other for the first time, and this morning Eleanor woke early and disturbed Samuel. Coleman got up with her and took her downstairs, but a few minutes later I heard their bedroom door open slowly. I called Samuel’s name, and a sleepy “Yes, Mama?” answered. I invited him to come climb into bed with me, which he did, and we cuddled in the dark. He asked to nurse, and I reminded him gently that we can’t nurse anymore.
Continue reading “Talking With My Two Year Old About Cancer”