Yesterday I went into St Luke's Hospital for a blood test, a consult with my oncologist (Dr Alkaeid), and infusion therapy (part of my regular chemo-therapy regimen to combat my cancer: multiple myeloma). My doctor had given me the heads up last Wed that one of the key markers for how my body was responding to the chemo was headed in the wrong direction.
He was sufficiently worried that he advocated a sharp change in my protocol: giving me a much stronger course of medicine, requiring five days in the hospital, starting Monday (yesterday). While this course would be a risk in and of itself (we're dealing with serious poisons here, after all), he felt it was justified based on my deteriorating light chain numbers (up from 66 to 239, where 100 is the boundary of what's considered acceptable, and high numbers are bad). I agreed with his recommendation, and Susan & I went to the hospital yesterday with our loins suitably girded: we expected this to be a critical test of my ability to contain the cancer, and were not at all sure how strong I was relative to what was going to asked of me.
Then things got better.
In the five days between last Wed (when I got the bad news about the light chain numbers) and yesterday, there was time for another round of testing to be completed and the newest light chain numbers came in at a svelte 111. While still north of the all-important 100 marker, it was less than half of the previous test, and suddenly the sun came out from behind the clouds.
Alkaeid's main concern at this point is establishing clearly that the cancer is responsive to chemo-therapy, and it's essential in that regard that all markers of the cancer's progress are moving in the "right" direction as a result of the my undergoing the chemo protocol. Poised to pull the trigger on the more drastic, heavy-duty chemo regimen, he saw definite signs (albeit delayed a bit) of the cancer remission he wanted in the light chain numbers, and that switched his thinking about whether the heavy artillery was warranted.
The much lighter light chains numbers translates into reasonable hope that the current (less-draconian) chemo regimen is being effective, which we all prefer be the case. My body has already handled the current protocol fairly well (I can hardly tell you how much I was relieved and pleased when Alkaeid—someone not prone to blowing sunshine up patients' asses—admitted that I had surprised him with extent of my positive response so far) and I feel quite confident that I can stay the course with the current regimen and come out ready for the stem-cell transplant.
Having switched abruptly from good news to bad and back to good within the course of five days, Susan & I are just now coming out of the revolving door of our emotions, and are not sure what this all means relative to when the stem-cell transplant is likely to happen (are we back to July now?) or what wiggle room exists for doing some extracurricular activities between now and whenever the transplant is scheduled.
These are somewhat minor details in that we'll do whatever the doctors recommend; it's just nice knowing what that is. I am at the cusp of being ready to do things away from home (I'm aiming to attend a performance of the Duluth Symphony this Saturday) and Susan and I are past ready to starting enjoying being together, not just surviving it.
Among other things we played a few rounds of a Schaub family-favorite: Pass the Pigs. In our version we play with two pigs each (the "dice" are actually molded in the shape of pigs) and you score them based on how the pigs land. As long as you score positively, you can keep rolling. If you "pig out," achieved by having the two pigs landing flat and on opposite sides, then your cumulative score for that round is lost and you pass the pigs to the next roller. There are many ways to score and one of the more exotic is by having one of the pigs land upright, leaning on its snout (worth 10 points). Even more unlikely is having both pigs leaning on their snout, whence the term "double snouter." This is worth 40 points if your playing Pigs, and a world of relief of you're a cancer patient living on he edge of recovery and suddenly delivered great news.
You might wonder how things could have shifted so dramatically in such a short period of time. Part of this is a consequence of how Alkaeid has chosen to handle what he shares with patients. He believes in giving news straight and not sugar coating dangers. If there is a possible bad outcome he's going to let you know what it is. That's what happened last Wed. There had been a significant degradation in the light chain numbers and he was worried. Following that thread he felt a shift in protocol was justified, which he vetted with his counterpart at the Mayo Clinic before recommending.
The other side of that is that he was happy to walk us through his analysis of the better test results Monday. It tuned out that there was also a positive immunoglobulin test result that had gone undiscussed on Wed but corroborated the notion that the current chemo-therapy protocol may actually be working fine, if a bit delayed. This helped him reach the conclusion to take his foot off the gas and stay the course with the less aggressive treatment. Whew. Now I don't have my next date with him until April 25—a glorious three weeks of giving this treatment (which I already know I can handle well) more breathing room.
I tell you, there's never a dull moment around here.