Sunday, November 9, 2014

Of scars and bone


From Katie Thamer Treherne's lovely
The Light Princess illustrations.
When I was in high school, I used my own money to sign myself up for some adult beginner ballet lessons.  For pretty much my entire childhood I had wanted to learn ballet--never mind that the '70's and '80's were an era where the ideals of girlhood were more about sassiness and tomboys (think Paper Moon and The Bad News Bears)--underneath my '70's and '80's approved tough-stuff exterior, I longed for pink slippers and tutus so badly I could practically taste it. 

As instructed, before my classes began, I had gone to a local ballet shop and was fitted for a pair of soft pink Capezio ballet slippers.  And because it's not like I just started being a dork when I turned 40, after I brought them home, I spent a fair amount of time looking them over carefully, noticing the little pleats under the toe, the soft sheen of the fabric binding where the cord threaded through, the feel of that buttery soft, gently pink leather.  And it fascinated me that one of the slippers had a little scar in the leather, a tiny curved line healed over from a little cut where the animal must have brushed against when it had still been alive.

I was reminded of that scar again talking to my oncologist this past visit.  It turns out that our bones also scar.  With bone mets, the whole idea of NED (No Evidence of Disease) is a bit of a misnomer.  Even if my cancer were to be completely wiped away, the evidence would still be there in the sclerotic areas (abnormally dense and irregularly formed bone growth) growing in where the lytic (bone destructive) lesions had been.  Even if we were to get to a state where my bones were completely free from cancer (granted, an unreasonably lofty goal at the moment), like that little scar near the toe of my ballet slipper, my bones, in life or years after I'm gone, would always have marks that tell the tale of what has happened with me and this cancer.

The confusing thing is, as it turns out, new active mets can also be sclerotic, so sclerotic spots aren't always a sign of healing.  They can be healed bone scars or they can be the bones interacting with active cancer.  So they can be a great sign or a depressing one, depending.

So, back to those scans, the news is that I have several brand new cancer-related sclerotic spots (dense areas of abnormal bone) on my lower spine, a previously unremarked upon vertebrae, my right pelvis (along with the long-known mets there), and on my formerly thought to be clean other femur.  Most of my mets were mostly lytic (the kind where the cancer eats away at the bone), but now there are also many little sclerotic spots but in new locations.

Since new active mets can be sclerotic, the scan report included text about the new spots saying, "It is unclear if this represents response to therapy or new metastatic disease."  That's the sticking point, the newly dense mets are either a sign that the meds are working well or a sign that they're starting to stop working well.  How's that for clarity?

My oncologist, looking at all of this within context of not just my CT scans but also my bone scans (among the usual bright bone spots there were also some notably less bright than before spots--which is what my girl-detective self thought I saw) and my general cancer history, was pleased.  She believes these are healing areas of bone-destructive mets, rather that new cancerous lesions of the abnormal bone building kind.  Meaning her assessment is that things are going well and some of the cancer is dying a bit (I think that means that the new ones are assumed to have been there but not really visible when they were just missing bone and not dense built up areas, but I clearly don't have an oncologist's training or knowledge about these things).  So this was good news, but the kind of good news that sort of leaves you not quite sure if you should really celebrate or maybe that might be a bit too hasty?

The unequivocally good news was that there was still no evidence of cancer spread to my organs. That was nice.  But, despite my oncologist's assessment, the bone thing was hard to feel easy about.  I felt like I should be thrilled at a good report and celebrate, but in the back of my mind I kept thinking, "Well, but what if it is spreading and my meds aren't working any more and...."

So mostly I was happy, but also holding my breath, not quite sure if I should relax for a few months of relief (at least until the next scans) or remain a little wary.

Fortunately, a few weeks later, I received my latest tumor marker results in the mail and those are down, too, which is good.  In fact, the number is now nearly half what it is in April and actually now just a few digits above the normal range.  Mentally, that news was the confirmation I needed to breathe again.  The markers match the good news side of the scans, so it seem I really am doing well right now, or at least signs are pointing that way.

For those of you keeping track at home, I now have a mix of sclerotic and lytic mets in my skull, neck bone, mid-spine, a rib, lower-spine, all across my pelvis, and on both femurs.  But, thankfully, it seems my meds are still fighting the good fight. Way to go, meds.

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And, while I won't publish this post until I read it over again tomorrow, right now as I type it's Saturday, November 8, so Happy International Day of Radiology, everyone!  It's held each year on the anniversary of the day Wilhelm Conrad Röntgen discovered x-rays, which, using knowledge about them gained from Marie Curie's related work, allow us to keep tabs on my cancer and know whether or not my treatments are working without cutting me open, which I think is extremely miraculous.  Here's to you, Dr. Röntgen and Dr. Curie, well done!

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