Friday, October 30, 2015

Adventures in Brain Metastases

I am not new to the world of cancer. I survived childhood osteogenic sarcoma, and have been living with stage 4 non-small cell lung cancer for two and a half years. I have had my share of chemotherapy drugs (adriamycin, ifosfamide, methotrexate, carboplatin, Alimta, Avastin), I have had several radical surgeries to save my right arm, and I have been benefitting from a cutting edge targeted therapy. But, with all of these treatments, the one I have never experienced is radiation.

Until this past Monday, that is.

As I wrote about in "The Other Shoe," my regularly scheduled MRI showed that while the targeted medicine I take for my ROS1 mutation is doing a fabulous job controlling the cancer in my body, some sneaky cancer cells made it into my brain. So, on Monday, I had the super fun experience of stereotactic radiotherapy.

The morning started bright and early with a 7:00 a.m. check-in. I was told to take my Valium and Norco in the parking lot, so that they would start working by the time it came to put on my fancy head piece. You see, because the machine is precise to the millimeter, they need to hold the patient's head completely still. They achieve this by using this wonderfully attractive piece of hardware:
SRS headpiece




They numbed my scalp with lots of lidocaine and proceeded to clamp what my husband described as "skateboard hardware" onto my head. Seriously, it looks like stuff you would find in your basement workshop.



Next, they took me to have a CT of my head, with my fancy headgear clamped into the machine so that they could plan out exactly how my head would match up with their lasers.

By now, it was about 9:00 am. Frankly, the worst part of the whole experience for me is that I don't tolerate narcotics well at all. I know morphine makes me throw up, and I guess Norco is a close enough cousin to have a similar effect. By this time, I was feeling pretty green, but a dose of Zofran helped enormously. Then, I just had to wait around for several hours while they did all the planning for the actual treatment. I had packed the iPad and earphones, planning for my husband and I to watch movies while we waited, but alas, I didn't realize I wouldn't be able to wear my glasses with the headgear! Here is my attempt to balance them on the contraption. Total fail.
SRS headpiece with glasses




So, my amazing husband/caregiver Jason and I just sat around and chatted for a few hours. I got used to the headpiece fairly quickly, and it soon just felt like I was wearing a very heavy hat.



At noon, they had me take a dose of dexamethasone, a steroid to reduce any swelling from the radiation to my brain. The treatment was scheduled for 1:30 p.m., so at 1:00, they had me take another Valium and norco. By the time they wheeled me back for treatment, the duo was kicking in and I actually slept through the whole process. I remember them clamping my headpiece into the machine, and asking a few times how I was doing, but the next thing I knew they said, "OK, we are all finished!"

They removed the headpiece and sent me on my way. By now, the Norco-nausea was pretty bad and I promptly threw up upon getting home. Yay, narcotics. I slept most of the afternoon and evening. The next day, I felt groggy and had a pretty intense headache, but I decided to go the Tylenol route (no more Norco for me!) and that actually helped take the edge off quite a bit. By Wednesday, I was feeling much more like my old self, just a bit tired, and I still have patches of my scalp that are numb, which is a bizarre sensation.

I will have a follow-up MRI in January. Radiation keeps working for many weeks, so they won't know until then how it went. Fingers crossed that this is just a little bump in the road and I can keep going along with my targeted med Xalkori. I continue to marvel at modern medicine!




Originally published at: http://www.curetoday.com/community/tori-tomalia/2015/10/adventures-in-brain-metastases

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Cancer On My Mind

Ha ha - I couldn't help myself.

My dedicated readers will recall from my last post, "The Other Shoe," that although Xalkori continues to be totally amazing at controlling the cancer in my body, it is not doing so hot in my brain. 

So, as I predicted, I have amped up my participation in the medical appointment world, and have seen a radiation oncologist, a neurosurgeon, corresponded with several lung cancer specialists, and had a high-definition MRI. Having cancer is definitely a part-time job. But on the upside, I now have a RAD onc!

Both the rad onc and the neurosurgeon expressed some skepticism about the two tiny spots that the MRI picked up, questioning if those were even brain mets at all (there was no question on the 9 mm one). The repeat MRI used 1-2mm slices rather than the standard 5 mm slices, so that they could get a very high definition picture of what was going on in my brain. The stereotactic radiosurgery (SRS) is highly precise, so they need to know details down to the millimeter.

The good news is that, as far as they can tell, the two tiny spot were not actually mets at all, so there is just one met to treat. Who would have thought I would be happy about being told I have one brain met? It's all about perspective. Maybe they should take this approach with all diagnostic testing.

My SRS is scheduled for Monday, October 26. They do the planning scan in the morning, then I hang out all day while they sit around and chat plan my "brain surgery" (that involves no cutting), then they do the procedure that afternoon. They said to expect to be pretty wiped out the next day, but I shouldn't experience any major side effects.

Oh, technology!

On the home front we have done some major rearranging of the rooms in our house. It is something we have discussed several times, but hearing that the cancer is on the move again pushed us to take the plunge. The kiddos now all share the largest room, an odd-shaped attic space that is actually a much better room for kids than it was for Jason and I. Parts of the room are too small for an adult to stand upright, and there are weird little nooks that were kind of wasted space for us. Now the kids have an art nook, and dress up corner, and a comfy reading spot. And they are still young enough to think it is cool to all share a room. Jason and I have one of the rooms downstairs now, and the other room is a guest room/study. Knowing that we have a space where grandparents can sleep when they help us out is a great comfort, and it helps ease the worry that we may be needing more help in the future.

AND I got to do something I've wanted to do since I was a kid. I always said if I ever owned a house I wanted to paint it. Not in the normal paint-a-wall way, but to just grab some paints and start decorating it. So, we all did just that and painted the stairwell leading up to what is now the kiddos' room. The kids have asked if we can do this every day, and there are still blank spots, so why not?