Postby TheLadySkye » Tue Jul 08, 2014 11:07 am
I feel like "ordeal" is a better word for my experience than "story." Or maybe I'm just simultaneously bitter about how much was missed and when vs. all the things that had to go right for me to even be here telling you about it.
In 2012, I had some vague abdominal symptoms. I had pain that would last for a few days, then subside for weeks, then return for days at a time. While the pain would come and go, it was always in my upper center abdomen. I was also getting full after just small amounts to eat and felt kind of bloated. I have a strong family history of colon cancer and even though I'm only in my mid-30s, have been having colonoscopies since my 20s. So that was step 1. Colonoscopy in 2012. No polyps, no signs of trouble. Just some minor divertculitis changes and eat more fiber.
Pain continued and an endoscopy was the next step on my journey to be probed (at this point, I am well prepared for that pending alien invasion). Some minor stomach irritation tested negative for ulcer bacteria. Had a HORRIBLE time after that procedure though. Apparently I gagged a lot during it and the doc did nothing to alleviate that. Woke up with an excruciating headache, blood vessels ruptured in both eyes, and neck and head issues that still linger today. It was a disaster.
So after these tests, I sat down with the GI doc who said, "Well, we don't know what's wrong with you, but we do know what ISN'T, and the good news is you don't have cancer."
Lies.
So this passing pain continued for many months. I switched primary and GI doctors and was under surveillance with nothing new to report. One day the pain and bloating was so bad, I went to the ER. After waiting several hours, it subsided a bit and I went home as I was STILL waiting and waiting is not something I am any good at. A couple weeks later the same thing. I also felt so bloated and sick I tried to make myself vomit to no avail. Took myself to the ER fully expecting they would send me home with gas or something embarrassingly simple. They did a CT, whereby the nice doctor told me a had an obstruction in the small intestine. While I panicked the nurses were nice and told me it happens from time to time, I was probably just full of shit, and while it needed medical intervention, I would be just fine. They tried to insert the NG tube and that was an epic fail. Something went wrong and I couldn't breathe AT ALL and suddenly there is gushing blood and vomit everywhere.
Needless to say, they did not get to repeat the procedure while there was still life in me.
I had to be admitted to the hospital where the blockage would hopefully resolve with no food or water for a few days. As I was being loaded into the ambulance, as an afterthought I told the doctor I had been working with a GI doctor and to please make sure he was informed of this development. Then off I went to the hospital where they tried to convince me of the necessity of the NG tube and I politely offered them some new and innovative uses for that delightful contraption, most of which involved THEIR orifices, not mine. Surgical staff came in and tried to argue me into having it. I declined.
Two days later, they sent me for a barium swallow and GI follow through. No sign of obstruction. I can go home. Yay!
As I'm getting dressed and ready to leave, in walks my new GI doctor who I have seen all of once so far. He is furious that I am being discharged and tells me that he doesn't like what he saw on my CT, that he's pretty sure it's a tumor, and that it needs to come out. A tumor?!? What?!? No preamble, hello how are ya, nothing. This is his greeting to me. Then he proceeds to get into a fight with the hospital doctors who tell him they can't get their radiologists to confirm what he "thinks he's seeing on the scan," that they are NOT opening up a 39 year old to look for a tumor that hardly ever shows up in the small intestine let alone in anyone under the age of 70, and that he's batshit crazy.
Cursing in multiple languages ensues, and finally my GI doctor says he wants to repeat the endoscope the previous GI doc did and even though the test doesn't go into the small intestine, he will find a way to get there and biopsy the damned thing. Alas, my husband's father passed away a few days previous and we needed to go out of town for the funeral. The GI doc (who I will henceforth label Captain Crankypants) threw a fit about that too, but then cleared his schedule to do the procedure at 0600 Monday morning.
The day of the procedure, I came in and he asked me how I was doing. I told him I was scared both because of the issues I had with the previous endoscopy and because someone mentioned the word Tumor to me and I felt like I got hit by a freight train. He looked at me like I was from outer space, and the extent of his bedside manner consisted of a, "Well...would you like to go home instead?"
I didn't go home. I later found out he had basically made up his own procedure to get to the tumor. Since endoscopy tubes don't go far enough, he sterilized colonscopy gear and carefully used it from the top (dear God I hope that was clean). He was rude to my mom and husband after and basically said he biopsied the mass, was sure it would have to come out, would rush the results, then went to his next appointment before they could ask any questions. Then he went on vacation. While the news was horrible, I am infinitely glad that instead of waiting for weeks, he had them send the results to his phone and he called me from his vacation. Moderately differentiated tumor of the small intestine (jejunum). It has to come out. Any general surgeon can do the small bowel resection and that will be that.
Utter shock.
I had seen a general surgeon a couple years before and liked him. Captain Crankypants did too. So I was scheduled to see the surgeon the next week, with surgery to follow. I spoke to the surgeon on the phone before our appointment, and he was quite confident and reassuring. I was starting to think MAYBE this would be okay. Then he called me two days before the appointment/surgery. "I'm going to be honest with you here. I just got your scans and can actually see what we're dealing with here. If it was just you and me in Montana, I could do this surgery and I expect everything would go okay. However, if this was MY family, I would want them to go to Roswell (a nearby cancer institute) for this. I got your scan and While the location is resectable, if things are more extensive than we think when we get in there, there could be liver or pancreas involvement and they have specialty experience with that where i do not. I really think you should go there and I should recuse myself from your case."
*insert utter abandonment here*
So I made an appointment at Roswell and the surgeon I met also distinctly lacked bedside manner, but seemed very competent. He was a former military doctor, and he didn't suffer much of my foolishness or fear. I guess that kind of coldness is what you want from someone who is going to be elbows deep in your guts. He explained the resection, told me I would likely need an NG tube which he would place during surgery (and no, he would not shove it up his ass no matter how politely I asked). In the interim, I had researched everything I could about this extremely rare small intestine cancer, and the statistics were dire. Even though it is treated similarly to colon cancer, the survival statistics are much lower. To which yon surgeon quoted Mark Twain with, "There are lies, damned lies, and statistics." He reminded me that very rarely is this found in anyone my age. He reiterated than even though the tumor was advanced, they knew where it was because they had the CT and Captain Crankypants had tattooed the margins during the endoscopy so they weren't going in blind (apparently a rarity with small bowel tumors due to the lack of diagnostic equipment).
The surgery went as well as anyone could have hoped. He got clear surgical margins. Nothing in the lymph nodes. No perineural invasion. The five centimeter tumor had invaded the serosa (hence categorized a T4), but had not breached the wall of the intestine. It was a miracle, and had surgery been delayed even a couple more weeks, we could be looking at a much different situation. Given the size of the tumor, he expected to find a mess. Instead, he found a miracle and felt confident in the surgical outcome. However, because of the size of the tumor and my young age, they recommended FOLFOX chemotherapy to hopefully reduce the risk of any recurrence.
In the interim, thanks to a doctor friend of mine who has a friend who is the head of breast oncology at MSK, I was able to be seen there for a second opinion in a matter of two weeks instead of the months it usually takes. The oncologist there was also super dour and and I'm starting to notice a trend here. He was in agreement with everything Roswell had planned, MSK ran their own pathologies, and after all was said and done, basically told me to keep on keepin' on and that their treatment would be no different from what Roswell recommended.
While all of the doctors, oncologists, and surgeons I have seen have been reluctant to talk prognosis (which I find odd considering they must have to do so every day), the MSK doc said he expected my prognosis would be good. The Roswell surgeon who performed the surgery concurred, though it was sobering when I asked him (as I must) how many people he has treated for this and how many went on to be okay. He said, "Well as you know, this is very rare. But we do see a few cases a year. However, most are much for advanced or are in patients much older than you." I pressed for that how many were okay number.
None.
None.
None.
But...we expect a different outcome for you.
And so I hope and pray it will be so. Chemotherapy is done. I'm having a hard time with that. The neuropathy sucks and chemo was the worst thing ever, but at least I felt like I was DOING something. Now I'm told it's all out of my hands, and I'm having a really hard time with that reality. I am scared out of my head most days, but my last scan a few weeks ago still showed NED. Please let it stay that way for always.
Please?
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TheLadySkye on Tue Jul 08, 2014 9:28 pm, edited 1 time in total.
TheLadySkye
Stage 2b (T4N0M0) small intestine (jejunum) 8/13
Small bowel resection 9/13
CT 10/13 - NED
FOLFOX chemotherapy 11/13 - 4/14
CT 6/14 - NED and my nemesis (the power port) out!
Clean colonoscopy and endoscopy 9/14
CT 12/14, 6/15 - NED!!!