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RT Prep Day 2

With the stem cell harvesting successfully behind us we were able to keep the Tuesday morning appointment at the Peter Mac Center at the Monash hospital in Moorabin for our second prep session.

We didn’t have long to wait. Soon I was undressed and in the PET scan room with several nurses in attendance trying out my new mask. It had been transformed into a Plexiglas like mask which was in place on the scanner table. The first thing to do was to make it comfortable as a few bits were sticking in to me. Using tools one would normally expect to find in the garden shed the nurses ‘trimmed’ the mask down.

Once I was made comfortable I laid face down with my face held by the mask. It was a perfect fit so it was an odd sensation having my head held still in that fashion. The nurses shifted me around, shone lasers around, lined me up, pulled my trousers and underpants down, prodded my spine, drew on me, drew on the mask and eventually gave me three tiny tattoos down my spine which will be used for lining up the radio therapy robot. The last act was to run me through the PET scanner to take an up to date view of my lesions with me in the exact position as I’ll be when I’m under the robot.

Not long after pulling my trousers up and getting dressed we were in to see Michael McManus, the senior radiologist. Due to a mishap the previous week our time with him had been limited so we had a full session with him. By now, we’ve learned a lot but it was good to hear his perspective on everything and ask one or two more questions.

We learned some useful information regarding the decision making process around the use and dose of radio therapy (RT). As one would hope, the treatment is risk adjusted. Ie, the decision to treat and the dose is based on the benefits expected from treatment versus the risks of side effects. For patients under 60 the risks to brain function are much reduced. Over 60s who appear to have completely recovered from the chemo are not given RT. Whereas those under 60 are given it regardless because the risks of side effects are so low, there is always the possibility a tiny amount of cancer is sitting there somewhere and it’s best to give it a blast at a very reduced dose. In my case, because they know the lesions are still there I’m getting the same treatment but a higher dose, ie more sessions. The dose is still well under the old standard which is known to be risky. Had I not been responding well to the chemo treatment I’d be having very aggressive chemo for which they’d definitely need my stem-cells. This is what folks refer to as stem-cell treatment these days. This is not on the plan for me.

Michael also talked a bit about my particular presentation of the disease. Ie, that I have Primary Central Nervous System Lymphoma (PCNSL), it’s T-Cell lymphoma and it’s in my brain and spine and nowhere else. I thought it was rare but now we know there are no records, globally, of this combination. I am, in a sense, unique. They may even write up a case study on me. Really, every patient is unique in their own way and fortunately my own disease is similar enough to other presentation that they’re not exactly writing the book on me.

Michael also ‘reassured’ us that my hair will definitely fall out. I asked him if this would include my eyebrows. He said they weren’t treating me for eyebrow cancer. Phew.

Another piece of good news in terms of our future planning. We managed to get in touch with Caitlin from the Leukemia and Lymphoma society here in Australia. We’ve met her a couple of times before at the hospital. She’s very knowledgeable, understanding and helpful. Knowing our need to build connections with the Uk health system she’s been researching ways to do this. It turns out one of the society staff members here knows the CEO of the charity over in the UK. She wanted our permission to contact her so she could contact us. The society there are very well connected with the hospitals and specialists. Building this connection before we return to the UK is likely to be of great benefit to us, possibly in ways we can’t yet imagine.

We now have a week before the radiotherapy starts so today we flew into Brisbane and are now back on the boat. We ran into both Pam and John from Passages before we even went over to say hello. We’ll be getting together this evening.

The current treatment plan takes us out to the end of the year so we’ll definitely be spending Christmas here. Hopefully I’ll have finished my final two rounds of chemo by then. We may spend Xmas here in Brisbane or back in Melbourne. Both options are possible. We’ll see.

Harvest Festival

The weekend has gone by and we both needed it. We seem to have both come down with some sort of tummy bug with me a day or two ahead of Helen and us both reacting out of different ends. It was cyclic for both of us where each of us would feel better then, usually after a bit to eat, relapse and go through it all again. On the plus side we’re both now on the mend and hopefully keep heading in that direction. My badly aching muscles mentioned in the last blog have now all recovered. Apart from the bug leftovers I’m feeling pretty good.

Sarah returned on Sunday. It was really good to see her again. We all had hugs. Despite her long flights from the Uk she did pretty well lasting the day. We even managed to watch the Korean Grand Prix together.

The big event was my stem cell harvesting which took place yesterday at the Alfred Hospital in Melbourne.

Our appointment was for 8am so we left before 7am anticipating a lot of traffic. Wandering around the hospital at 7:15am we realized we had plenty of time in hand so we headed for the cafeteria where I had a coffee and delicious muffin. Helen only had a few nibbles as she was yet to feel good.

Shortly before 8am we headed up to the Haematology/Oncology ward and checked in.

My first activity involved yet another blood test. While it’s routine for me now it’s not so routine for my veins which have yet to begin returning to their full potential. A suitable vein was found on the back of my hand which was mildly unpleasant. The primary purpose of the test was to check the amount of stem cells in my blood. Post chemo my count would have been 0.1 (don’t know the units, sorry) or 0.01. Normally it would be around 9. I had to beat 20. Hopefully my body would have responded sufficiently to the injections I’d been giving myself.

We were not only keen to start the collection on Monday but also to finish. To finish we would have to pass the test then collect 2 million stem cells. We had our fingers crossed.

The testing would take about 90 mins so Helen headed off into town to revisit the passport office to drop off our notarized documents. She also visited the FedEx office to get ahead of sending the docs to the US when our docs have been apostilled.

While she was out my results came in. I came in at 45, much more than the 20 pass mark.

I was soon put into a room where my nurse Carey gave me a hot water trough for me to dunk my arms into. It was balanced precariously my leg while I sat sideways on the bed uncomfortably leaning over into it. It was only meant for 2 minutes so that was fine. About 15 minutes later Helen showed up. By now I was very uncomfortable and both the bed and my tee shirt were wet. Fortunately I was soon rescued by another nurse. Carey had been tied up with her previous patient.

Soon I was in the next room where I would remain for the day. Carey had a go putting a big, fat needle into my right arm near my elbow. The vein popped out of the way of the needle so she fetched another nurse who managed to get the needle in without any further fuss. This needle was the one through which my blood would be collected.

My left arm was soon approached to have my return line put in. Although this needle was smaller, my left arm also put in some resistance. So out came another tub of hot water, this time slightly hotter than tolerable. By the time my arm came out, it looked like a poached lobster. The good side is that the next needle went straight in.

Suddenly I was surrounded by three nurses dancing a maypole dance with bags and tubes. Within a few minutes it was all quiet and we were left with the delightful Carey (a Scottish lass with great accent) and the machine.

What I didn’t realize beforehand is that the machine was going to collect some blood plasma as well as my stem cells. It did this by a continuous process of pumping my blood through a centrifuge. The machine had to seek out the correct level within the blood column inside the centrifuge to extract these fluids and this took time. Before the level was found, the extracted fluids that weren’t quite stems cells and plasma were returned to me via two more tubes. When the level was found the machine would slow down and route these two fluids into their separate bags. This would go on for a few minutes before the machine would then spin up like a washing machine and go back to seeking levels. More tubes were involved in doing things like adding anticoagulants, taking out air and perhaps other things.

It took a while for things to settle down. Alarms would go off and lights would flash. I would feel a buzzing sometimes in my arm. I would have to pump away with my fist to keep blood flowing while Carey adjusted settings on the machine and applied hot compresses to me. Soon all settled down and we sailed through the planned 4 hour harvest.

Throughout this exercise, Carey was terrific. She had a wonderful sense of humour and was willing to answer any question and explain what was going on.

We had a nice surprise when Doctor Pascal swung by. The Alfred is a sister hospital to Monash and Pascal had been our registrar from when the hematologists took over just before the beginning of my chemo. The doctors move between the hospitals so we lost him half way through. We always liked him so it was good to have another chat.

Carey knew we were on a timetable and that we had hoped to collect all the required stem cells in one day. The target was 2 million cells. Due to the late settling down, if we ran for the full four hours we would finish too late for the folks whose job it was to count the cells to finish that day. So she made the decision to cut the session a little short even though it would mean we would collect fewer cells. She was pretty confident we’d collect enough but obviously couldn’t be certain. But it gave us a chance to move on. When time was up, the machine was stopped and the tubes all clipped using a heated snipper. Carey then showed us the inside of the machine and the disposable parts.

After all this, the only side effect I felt was a sore right elbow which I’d had to keep straight throughout. It didn’t take too long to recover so we were soon out of hospital and back to Sarah and Russ’s home.

We had to wait with bated breath for the results from the counters. About 2 hours later the phone call came as did the results. I was told the harvesting was excellent and that they’d managed to collect 5.8 million cells. I asked them if anyone else needed any but of course they can only be used for me. Sorted.

End of a long week

I’m feeling exhausted. This is positive as we’ve had a relatively busy week and I’ve done more walking than in a long time. My muscles, beaten up and weakened by the effects of the disease and treatment are protesting under the demands I’ve placed on them. It’s all part of the recover process. We’ve both been also feeling a little emotionally exhausted but are mostly back up again. It happens from time to time.

On Wednesday we went back to the now very familiar Monash hospital in Clayton. We have found a 3 hour free car park about 10-15 mins walk from the hospital. The car park next to the hospital is not cheap and given the number of visits we make free parking is a good option.

At the hospital pharmacy I collected my 20 syringes of Filgrastim – the drug to stimulate my stem cells. I need to take (inject) 780 micrograms of the drug morning and evening for 5 days. If you’re really paying attention you’ll have detected something off with the numbers. That’s because you can’t get single syringes with 780 mcg in them. I therefore have the joy of injecting myself twice each morning and evening.

While at the hospital we were able to meet up with a Justice of the Peace who was a member of staff who we used to notarize some documents. At least that’s what we hoped.

Once finished at the hospital we went to nearby Clayton to shop and have pizza.

On Thursday we drove into Melbourne for a 9am appointment at the Alfred Hospital. Here I learned more about the cell harvesting proccess and, most importantly, learned how to self inject the Filgrastim. Helen was with me but despite being offered the opportunity she didn’t feel up to doing the injections. The section of the hospital we went to specialized in oncology (cancer) care. Back at Monash they do have an oncology unit but the ward I receive my chemo in was more broadly for haematology related problems. At Monash, the care was good but the work demanding on the staff. At the oncology ward at the Alfred, the staff had a very jovial temperament and we received a lot more attention. It was very nice. It comes with the territory I presume.

Overnight we both had a rough sleep. Helen was feeling a bit run down and had some cold symptoms. I had liquids coming out of the wrong place. I suspect it was something I ate coupled with my bodies reduced ability (so soon after chemo) to fully react.

After the hospital visit we headed further into Melbourne to visit the Australian Passport office where they had a notary section. They don’t notarise but provide a stamp called an apostille that certifies the notary. It turns out they won’t certify Justice’s of the Peace so our earlier efforts were in vain. We had to use a lawyer.

Today we went back to the Peter Mac Center in Moorabbin where I had my first round of prep for the radiation therapy to come. Because I will be receiving whole brain radiotherapy (WBRT) it is critically important my head is held still. To accomplish this a form fitting mask needs to be made. Today I had to bare my top and lie down on a flat bed. With four nurses in attendance, my head and shoulders were covered with cling film and this was then covered with plaster of paris. The cling film reminded me a bit of Dexter. I then had my eyes an nose covered with cling film and plaster of paris too, leaving just my mouth free. Fortunately it didn’t take too long to set. The ‘negative’ was then removed and my face cleaned up.

This ‘negative’ will be filled to create a busk (a ‘positive’) that will closely resemble the front of my head and shoulders. This busk will then be used to create another ‘negative’ which they’ve referred to as a mask.

It is this mask that will hold me still during the RT. They told me if I behave during the RT I can keep the busk.

I was also given my date for the beginning of my radiotherapy sessions – Thursday the 25th of October. This should give us time for another trip back to Brisbane before my calendar gets booked for 4 weeks.

After this session we drove back to Clayton where we visited a lawyer to properly notarize the documents. The Justice of the Peace had been free. The lawyer wasn’t !!

We both had a good sleep last night, the best in a while. As I said at the beginning I’m pretty exhausted but on the mend. We have a nice relaxing weekend ahead. We’re also looking forward to Helen’s cousin Sarah’s return on Sunday. She’s been out of the country nearly a month.

Back in Melbourne

The flight back to Melbourne was uneventful and only slightly delayed. It was a late evening flight so we didn’t get back until 2am. We went straight to bed.

While we were at Brisbane airport we briefly checked our email. We noticed a new blog comment which made me feel quite emotional. A long time ago I explained the rationale for calling our boat Dignity. It was very much down to a song titled ‘Dignity’ by a band called Deacon Blue. Probably best for you to read the comment yourself to see why.

Gordon has put a clip from the video taken from his phone onto youtube. Take a look.

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Today we had no lie in as we had to be off to Moorabbin to see the haematology and radiology specialists to discuss treatment options. They’d also had a bit more time to look at the numerous MRIs taken at the hospital to give us a more definitive analysis of the treatment so far. The high level summary is that I have had a ‘good response’ to the chemo which is nice to hear but not a ‘complete response’ which is what we would have liked to hear.

The continued treatment plan is essentially what we had been told before but we learned some more detail about the things happening soon. We have a busy schedule ahead. On Thursday we go to Alfred Hospital to kick off the stem cell harvest. I won’t be staying in the hospital straight away. I’ll be shown how to self administer the drugs (which we pick up tomorrow, Wednesday) that will liberate stem cells from my blood. This will start straight away and continue over the weekend.

On Friday we go back to the radiologists to begin the prep work. In order to hold me really still during the treatment they need to make a face fitting mask. This work starts on Friday.

On Monday I go back to Alfred hospital to begin the stem cell harvest. I understand this is very much like dialysis where they’ll plug me into a machine for the day which takes out my blood, extracts the stem cells and puts the blood back in.

If they collect enough cells I’ll be out that day otherwise I’ll stay in the hospital for another day or two until they have enough.

Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on the above, I have a second appointment with the radiologists to complete the prep work. During one of these two visits I’ll have a few small tattoos put on me to make lining up the machine consistent and accurate.

Soon after starts the radiology. The current thinking is that I’ll have 20 rounds of low dose treatment over 4 weeks. Each round of treatment will only take about an hour with only 5 minutes on the machine.

There is a strong chance my bone marrow will be affected and it’s possible that this could be quite bad. If so, the harvested cells will be put back in.

A short time after all this finishes I get two more rounds of chemo, this time on a different drug to what I’ve had before. Then, I should be done.

This evening we are back having dinner with our extended family.  It was really nice to see Russ, Ros and Jack again.

I’ll leave you for now with a picture of my new hairstyle. I don’t have long to get used to it as the radiologist assures me it’s all going to fall out.

Shawn

Last few days in Brisbane – for now

We’re now just a few hours from heading back to Brisbane Airport to fly back to Melbourne.

The last few days have been very much the same as previous. We’ve had some fantastic blue sky weather with some more windy days. Today is a bit cooler which will help us acclimatize for the Melbourne chill.

We’ve had a bit of luck in that we managed to sell our Hookah via the Gumtree ad. The buyer was only a couple of minutes away which meant we didn’t have enough time to check it out. I warned the buyer of this and that it might be hard to start as we’ve not used it since this time last year. As it turned out it started first time. It’s never done that cold before.

We’ve also done something that we’ve not done in three years. Helen has cut my hair. I had been thinking about my return to work and that I had to get my hair cut for that. I didn’t want to have a white pasty head so I wanted to get my hair cut short while we’re still in the sun. Helen also pointed out that the radiotherapy could result in my hair falling out and that it would be far better if my hair was short for that. It didn’t drop out during chemo but it did go a bit funny and I was getting fed up with blowing around. For a brief moment I felt sadly nostalgic as the long hair was totally associated with our boating life. But getting my hair cut is about preparing and fighting for the future. I felt quite positive. We have some before and after pics which I’ll post from Melbourne.

Last night we joined Pam and John from Passages for the last time – perhaps. They’re flying off to the Far East at the end of this month and we may not be back before they depart. We were all keen on having a light evening but you can guess where this is going. We started off on their boat for some wine. Next we went to the marina club house for burgers and beer. Back on Dignity was had a bit more wine and then polished off the brandy. Well – it’s our last night so it’s ok isn’t it?

Trish has offered to take us to the airport tonight which will be nice.

Tomorrow we’re visiting the radiology consultant and Prof Opat the haematology consultant again. I have put quite a few more hours into my research and learned a lot since last week. I’m practically certain the radiotherapy is the right thing to do especially as they’re talking about using the reduced dose therapy. I’ve found the study online and the results were good. The reduced dose has no negative effect on outcome and the side effects are practically non-existent. The overall survival rate (ie. most of them have) is the best I’ve seen for my condition. Very encouraging.

I have continued to feel well and needing only normal hours sleep. I’m still a bit offset to Helen getting sleepy hours after her and her waking first. I really have no idea how the next rounds of treatment will affect my wellbeing. A lot of the information I have found about the radiotherapy talks more about the hardship of the preceding chemo. I’ve come through that pretty well so maybe this next phase won’t be too hard. We’ll know more soon.