Jenna And The Troublmaker

 Today's blog is brought to you by Steve Hoyer, who is bravely taking on the task of updating people when I am feeling to overwhelmed, or tired to do so.  Thank you Steve for taking care of me and keeping others informed of developments.

We saw a GI cancer specialist today. Dr. Philip of Karmanos Cancer Center.  He reviewed all of her test results and PET scan 3D imaging. His opinion, with significant weight of years and experience treating these kinds of cancers, is that her doctor at St. Joe is on the right track at this time. Because the cancer is both large and in a bad position it is inoperable. It has also spread throughout all lobes of the liver. There are more than 20 lesions, some of significant size (one is over 5 cm long). There are also signs throughout the other organs that it may be trying to establish itself in other places.

Surgery only fixes one spot. Even if they did surgery to remove her whole stomach, the cancer would still be in her liver and trying to get into other places.

The treatment for now, needs to be the drug therapy. This way, the treatment is delivered to all of her organs and can start fighting the cancer everywhere, all at once. 

If Jen responds *very exceptionally well* to the drug therapy then, to quote Dr. Philip, "Maybe, maybe maybe, there may be a case to seek surgery in the future. I said maybe three times there." Even with that surgery, because of the perfusion of cancer, it would still likely be to extend life, not cure the disease. We are not there at this time. Again, to quote Dr. Philip, "No surgeon will operate right now."

Regarding the drug therapy, for this, we will be seeking treatment with Dr. Mackler at St. Joe. He has an office in Brighton as well as Ann Arbor and it will make appointments easier. We've authorized the sharing of information between these two doctors and have been invited to consult with Dr. Philip at Karmanos at any time as treatment progresses.

As much as we want a magic pill or miracle surgery for Jennifer, and no one wants it more than me (except, I suppose, for Jennifer herself), it is not available at this time, regardless of what WebMD says.

Sloth Runner/Sloth Cancer

     I have had a difficult year and it has been hard to stay motivated to run this year.  I remember when I first started running I was a back of the packer, and then with some training I pushed my way forward to midpack.  Health issues have me steadily sliding to the back of the pack again.  First it was COVID, then when I was finally starting to feel better and like I could really go back to training I was plagued with a lingering fatigue.  I would have muscle aches and fatigue much longer after runs than normal.  When running I felt so slow and lumbering like I was fighting through syrup to move myself.  I thought maybe COVID was just lingering longer, or maybe my iron was low again and I needed to eat more spinach and meat.  Other than fatigue and continued pain from a stomach ulcer that I have had for 5 years now, I really feel pretty good.  There didn't seem to be any reason for the heavy fatigue after relatively short runs.

    I was scheduled for an endoscopy and biopsy of the stomach ulcer in March but COVID shut down all non essential procedures.  After several reschedules I was finally able to have the endoscopy in late July. The endoscopy revealed that my ulcer was not bacterial and would not be cured with antibiotics.  It also revealed a mass the size of a golf ball deep in my stomach lining which they tried to biopsy.  Due to the depth and awkward placement they were not able to get a good sample and the results were inconclusive. But it's shape did not present like typical stomach cancer so the doctor was fairly certain it was benign and most likely a "pancreatic rest".  To be safe another biopsy with ultrasound scope was ordered, sadly they were still unable to get a good sample but the second doctor who did the ultrasound scope agreed that it "looked" benign and agreed with the "pancreatic rest" theory.  This was late August and I was then sent for a CT scan to check for other signs of malignancy, "just to finally be sure that it is benign".  The results of the CT scan also thought that the mass in my stomach was benign, however they found several lesions in my liver that were worrying and scheduled a biopsy of my liver.  The biopsy of my liver happened the beginning of November and the results were not benign.  It was cancer we just didn't know how extensive yet.  More bloodwork was ordered and now I was sent to have a PET scan from nose to mid thigh to determine how extensive the cancer was, it didn't present as liver cancer and they felt it was spreading from somewhere else in the body.  My case was moved over to an "oncology" team and as they say "shit started to get real".

    I admit, I have been fairly anxious since they said the liver lesions were cancerous.  But I rallied my spirits and made plans to fight it.  With expectations of upcoming chemo treatments and possible surgeries I thought, "I've got this, It's just another type of marathon right?" It will be grueling and painful at times but worth the effort.  I have lots of family/friends and support and my loved ones will be there for me.  I shared the info with a few close friends and family, even though it felt surreal and I expected any day a call from the doctor saying they made a mistake and I'm actually fine.  I even made plans for when I lost my hair to borrow wildly colorful wigs from Leanna, and more normal wigs from Dawn.  

    On this past Sunday the results from my PET scan arrived in my patient portal.  I was scheduled to meet with the oncologist on Tuesday to go over the results.  Looking back I would not advise reading the results of such a scan on your own.  Even with my medical training and background I am not an oncologists and I know just enough to know how much I don't know about what is surgically and medically possible.  I would advise anyone to wait until your doctor can explain the results to you.  Do not make assumptions or self diagnose or search Web MD for answers.  From what I could understand of the scan results the Tumor in my stomach was very active and malignant and the probable source of the liver lesions.  The liver cancer was much more extensive than what showed on the CT scan and there were signs of higher "activity" in other areas.  On the good side there was no "activity" in my lymph nodes or bones.  OK, so scarier and definitely not good but  I was still optimistic, in shock but optimistic that with surgery and chemo and possibly radiation I can beat this.  I was suddenly grateful for my COVID lock down weight gain.  I assumed I would need some kind of gastric bypass and hey now I had the extra weight to keep me from losing too much.

    Tuesday December the 8th I met with my oncologist, still feeling surreal and disbelieving but ready for a game plan and to start fighting the cancer.  Bring on the chemo, the surgeries and the radiation lets destroy this stuff!  So I was completely stunned to hear the words "Stage 4" and "Terminal".  I had to ask the doctor to repeat herself twice as I simply could not even understand what I was hearing.  The cancer is "inoperable" and "extensive" and "not curable". The doctor went on to explain that the plan was to give me "the highest quality of life for as long as they could."  There would be no radiation treatment and my appointments with the radiation doctor were being cancelled.  There would be no chemo infusions as that would drastically reduce my quality of life and not work to kill this type of cancer. I had a rare type of stomach "Gist" cancer that is very slow to spread and does not present as a cancer.  The most common form of stomach cancer is very aggressive and spreads too fast to catch and most people die within weeks of knowing they have it.  I am lucky, I have the sloth cancer and they have "High Hopes" of slowing and even shrinking the cancer with the chemo pills.  They even have a particular drug in mind that usually works very well with my type of cancer and many people live for several years just taking one pill a day with very few side effects.  They are confident once they determine which drug to use that they can give me several more years of a relatively high quality life.  And new cancer drugs are being developed all the time so there is still some hope that they will find something later on that can give me even more time.  At this point they are hopeful that I could have up to 10 or more years left.  

    So I am blessed!  I am blessed with time my friends, time to continue to help people heal and feel better with my work as a PTA.  Time to travel and see friends and family and have many more adventures on the trail.  Right now I am finding comfort in these thoughts.  I am also still shocked and in the disbelief phase, so I understand I may later hit an angry phase where I will need to rant and scream at the world.  But for now, at this point I am grateful, so very grateful to have time.  Grateful to have a sloth cancer that wants to take it's time and let's me enjoy life for a little while longer.

    Back of the pack runners are a tough and determined bunch.  They are pushing through and often working to stay positive and optimistic in a sport that praises and lauds speed.  Often they call themselves sloth or turtle runners.  It's about the journey and enjoying the time with friends outdoors and not the speed you are capable of going.  So for the foreseeable future I have rejoined the sloth running group, but I will be in great company and continue to find my joy on the trails.

Go team sloth! Woop Woop!

Was it COVID?

The answer is I don't really know, but we have been treating it as if I had.  Here's the time line of my symptoms and experience:

April 4th:  I woke up feeling fine but could no longer smell anything and had much reduced ability to taste.  Otherwise  I felt just fine and did some painting and chores like normal.   I felt a little more tired than usual in the evening, which I assumed was from painting and chores. My temperature was only slightly higher than normal  before bed.

The next couple days: Continued to have no sense of smell.  Increasing bouts of fatigue. Still slightly elevated temp.  No other symptoms.

Monday April 7th - Friday April 10th: Slight temp continued, Fatigue increased drastically and now fatigue bouts also had strange body pains and aches at times bad enough that I would just sit and rock. I just felt like something was wrong, really wrong and I couldn't really describe what it was. Couldn't stand for even light activities for longer than an hour without fatigue and pain starting.  Thursday and Friday started having tightness in chest and dull pain in chest with deep breathing.  There were bouts of feeling normal that would last maybe an hour then fatigue would hit again.  Started monitoring SPO2 which would drop to 88%.  Used short bouts of activity and deep breathing exercises to bring readings up to 94%, sometimes I could get it as high as 97%.  Normal readings should be 98 - 100%.

Sat 11th and Sun 12th: Started to have longer periods of feeling better, particularly in the morning could handle 2 - 2.5 hours of light activity before fatigue and pain.  Chest continued to ache at times.  continued to have bouts of low SPO2 readings.

Monday 13: In the Morning I felt great, completely normal.  Temperature was back down to my normal. State Health Department changed testing policy that anyone with symptoms could get tested for Covid. Contacted Health department and arrange for getting a test on Tuesday.  That afternoon my Temp was again slightly higher than normal and fatigue and body aches were back.

Tuesday 14th Temp normal in the morning and I felt pretty good for most of the morning. Steve drove me to the drive through Covid testing in Howell which was a back alley behind an Urgent Care clinic.  The doctor stepped out of the clinic and tested me in my car, my SPO2 was low, my Temp slightly elevated. After listening to my symptoms he said he was confident that I had a lighter version of Covid but the test has issues with false negatives and I should continue to self isolate and he wanted me to make an appointment with a doctor at Beaumont who had been working with Covid patients.  Steve took me home and fatigue and body aches returned for the day. An appointment was made for a teleconference with the doctor from Beaumont who when consulted agreed with the clinic physician that I had a lighter version of Covid and my symptoms were similar the patients that she saw who were able to recover without intervention.  She prescribed a Z-pack as a preventative for secondary infections, said to continue to self isolate and continued with increased rest and fluids and SPO2 monitoring as I had been.  If my symptoms increased or if I was not able to raise my SPO2 to contact her again.  Otherwise she felt I would be fine and could return to normal activity after 14 days symptom free.

For the rest of that week I continued to improve  with longer and longer bouts of "feeling fine and back to normal"  If I did too much activity at once I would be hit with another bout of fatigue and body aches.  Too much activity seemed to be standing for longer than a couple hours to cook or clean.  By Friday My SPO2 was staying at 95% or greater and I no longer had tightness  or chest pain.  And The doctor texted me a picture of the negative results of my Covid test.  By the weekend I could walk a couple miles slowly with stops and rest breaks around my yard.

The rest of my days have kinda blended together with gradually increasing stamina and I have mostly returned to normal activity.  The first time I tried running my muscles were very sore.  I'm having increased cramping at night on days that I run and my calves especially cramp up when i get up after a long period of sitting on the day after I have run.  So I have tried to alternate days of running with days of walking.

This past Monday the 27th I spent all day raking and weeding the gardens around the house, I took 20 - 30 min breaks every couple hours.  It still wiped me out that evening I could barely move and the body aches seemed to be back.  Tuesday again for the morning I was fine and my normal self but in the afternoon I crashed and couldn't get up and had to doze on the couch.  So I'm probably not ready for a full day of energy exertion yet.  It's probably a good thing for me that I have had this enforced rest period from not having a job and a stay at home order.

So did I have COVID?  I don't know.  2 doctors  are fairly confident that I did.  The test result was negative, which could be false.  I know I have never been sick like this before.  it was not like the flu, nor was it like a cold and the body aches were strange and almost nerve like pain referring down my arms and into my fingers or down my legs and into my toes.  I have never had an illness where I completely lost my sense of smell with no congestion or sinus drainage.  Losing your smell might seem like a small thing but I found it very disturbing and scary.

So for everybody's protection, I continue to social distance and wear a mask when out  in public.  I'm still not sure if I should go to a grocery store, but I have been to parks that are easier to distance at

I don't think I will know unless there is an accurate antibody test.  And if there is a vaccine that comes out for it, I will still want to be vaccinated.

Stay safe, stay well, and keep distancing my friends.

-Jennifer/Jenna

A Certain Kind of Manic

We recently lost our cat Misty. She was sweet and gentle and company at night, often sleeping on my lap while I sat and did notes.  She was an older cat (15yrs) or a young senior cat as a vet would say. But she was very healthy and had no issues with eating or toileting, and her kidneys where functioning, and no diabetes.  So her sudden death from a blood clot came as a complete surprise.  It was a horrible choice. We could put a beloved pet who is in pain through a painful risky surgery with only a 15 - 50% change of a partial recovery.  With the knowledge that she could have another blood clot at any time.  Or let her go and give her a dignified release from pain.  Luckily everyone in the family agreed that it was the best we could do to say goodbye for one last loving hour then have her put to sleep. 

I need to give a shout out to Brighton Town and Country Animal Hospital, not only did they agree to see Misty 20 min to closing, but they stayed open for us and waited for Dawn to arrive and gave our family as much time as we needed to say goodbye.  It was 12:45 am before we finally finished and left the clinic, and they were gentle, caring and did not rush us at all in our hour of need.

We have played host to several cats over the years.  Some reached a natural end, some simply disappeared (One I think might have been stolen), but we always had 2 or 3 at a time and so I always had another cat around.  Our sister in law Brenda has a severe allergy to cats, as in can't breathe and has to go to the hospital.  Steve and I have a routine now of showering, washing the dog(who is contaminated) and only bringing freshly laundered clothes (On allergen cycle) when visiting.  They are unable to come to our house due to the cat.  So our plan had been not to get another when Misty passed. That was when I thought I had 2-3 more years with her.

So coupled with the depression from loosing a pet is the sadness that we will not be able to get another.  Maybe I am making too big a deal out of it, but I feel lost.  I have loved and had cats in my life since I was a little girl.  There's a pretty big hole right now and I don't know how to fill it. 

Fast forward to Steve mentioning that he was researching Hypoallergenic cats.  (Technically there is no such thing, there are just breeds that have less of the protein in their saliva that people are allergic to.)
Right that's all I needed to have permission to start my own research and scanning of petfinder and various breed rescue sites.  No we are not buying a 1500$ kitten, and yes that's how much the breeders generally charge.  Steve likes the Balinese, I like the Siberian, So if anyone happens to know of one that is available we would love to give it a good home.  In the mean time Steve is somewhat resolved to just rescuing a cat in need regardless of breed and we shall just continue our dance to shield Brenda from cat allergens.  We will also be resigned to his sister never coming to our house. 

Some may remember when I went a little dog crazy and started obsessively researching breeds, scanning rescue sites and watching The Dog Whisperer. Um yah well now I seem to be doing that for cats.  No cat can replace Misty, they all have their own personalities.  Steve has more of a "well if we're going to get one lets just get one" attitude.  I have visited a couple shelters but haven't fallen in love with any of them yet.  Sure we could give a cat a good home, but I guess I am waiting for that "Aha, this is the right cat for us"  moment.  I also promised Leanna not to get a new cat while she is out of the country.  So I apologize for my distracted behavior as I randomly scan Petfinder and adopt a pet sites, looking for the right match for us.  Steve says we should get one white one and one black one and call them Aziraphel and Crawley.

Rest in Peace dear Misty, you are missed and were greatly loved.