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Nine Months NED

Adrenal cancer has a high rate of reoccurrence. I have been told that the experts don’t use the word, “cured.” They have also warned me that there are no magic number of years and then you can say it is all behind you. Instead they use the words “no evident disease” or “NED”.

I just had my 9-month CT scans and they were “NED”. We were very happy to see this. This was of course very reassuring. Once you get a cancer diagnosis every ache and pain and strange feeling makes you wonder. It is helpful to know that there is no obvious disease. We will continue on these CT scans every 3 months for the foreseeable future.

People ask me how I am doing. That is a surprisingly complicated question to answer. I came off of the mitotane (chemotherapy) in mid-February because of side effects.  I seemed to have every side effect and then a few more. In the end my doctor agreed that it was better to have me stop taking the mitotane. I then falsely assumed that in a few weeks I would return to feeling like myself again.  I was wrong. People who have been through cancer or other major illnesses know this. I didn’t understand.

For one thing, mitotane is a medicine with a long half-life. That means that it stays in your body a long time (like 9-12 months).  Second, our bodies don’t just pop back to normal again. Surgery, radiation, and then drugs like mitotane can take from months to a year or more to recover from. As I have walked this journey other people who have gone through a variety of health problems have told me of their often-silent struggles to finally feel normal again. “It took me about a year,” is a common phrase I have heard.

What are the issues?

Fatigue:I can still get tired easily. It used to be that I was tired all the time. That is better. When I am not working, I am doing pretty well now. I have energy and can do things again. I never realized how intense I am at work. Focusing on patients and working through their problems is far more strenuous than anything I do at home. The amount of energy that takes has come as a surprise to me. I can feel good starting out in the morning and then by 11 am start to feel very tired. It gets worse as the week goes on.

Dizziness:Mitotane has some neurologic side effects. One of them is dizziness. It was pretty intense while I was taking the mitotane. People may not have known it but when I was talking to them about 30% of my mental energy was being spent trying to not fall out of my chair. It has gotten better. It gets worse when I am tired or fatigued (see above!) 

Brain fog:This is another common thing I have heard from cancer survivors. It is also a mitotane side effect. When I was taking the mitotane I came to realize that if I continued on mitotane this was likely to make me completely disabled. My reasoning is intact. I hope these blogs have demonstrated some of that. But it has destroyed my ability to recall names. It is an odd thing because they can be people I know really well and have used their names a hundred times and then my brain blocks. About 30-90 seconds later the name hits me but then it is too late. The same thing happens with trying to get the correct word. It slows down my speech at times. It has gotten better. It gets worse when I am tired.

We have tried to figure out how to work through all of this. I have been told that I will get better with time. I am seeing gradual improvement. In the interim, I have looked at reducing my work schedule. For now, we have strategically scheduled vacation days to achieve the same thing. Once we get into the next couple of months we are hoping for continued improvement or we will need to reassess again.

So how am I doing?  

I am doing pretty well. I am NED. I am working kind of a full schedule. I am gradually getting better. Last week was better than early July. The dizziness is not quite as intense or frequent. Caffeine helps with the fatigue. I did get very weak several days ago and an increase in steroid dose for a day did a world of good also. 

I saw a patient last week who is young and has struggled between disability and working. She lives in the in-between where she has some energy and ability to work but also not enough to handle the stress of her job. As a physician I have always found it hard to fill out disability statements. We might have been trained on how to diagnose and treat disease but how are we qualified to say what someone is or is not able to do? It is so individual. There is no guidebook or guideline to tell us the answers.

Dealing with her had always been a challenge for me. 

Until last week. 

I could look in her eyes and face and I could see and understand. Fatigue. Exacerbation of her symptoms from her brain injury under the stress of work. It all made sense. We worked through things together. I needed to listen because it was not easy for her to explain how she was doing in just a few words. But for once it clicked and all made sense to me.

I have been learning:

  1. It is possible to “look good” and feel really tired.
  2. Limitations are crummy. At times I feel really impaired. I used to be able to call on reserve to pull me through when I needed it. It just isn’t there like it used to be. It makes me feel a bit guilty to not be able to push through and get everything done.
  3. It is hard to learn to live within your limits. I want to jump back to my old life. The limits are making me learn about dealing with things differently.  

So how am I doing? Fairly well. Getting better but it is moving slowly.  

Thanks for asking!

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The Assignment

If you could be anyone who would you be?

That was the assignment. I was in Mr. Dow’s 5thgrade class and that was the assignment. And it was a very troubling assignment for me.

I had a secret and I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. I wanted to be a doctor. I don’t even really know why I knew this. From adulthood I can remember the assignment and the dilemma, but I cannot remember when or how I had decided that I wanted to be a doctor. I didn’t know of any doctors in my family. I didn’t know of any friends who wanted to be doctors. It wasn’t like I had watched doctor shows and idolized them. I just knew that within my heart that is what I wanted to be.

It seemed bold and maybe prideful to me. I was afraid that people might laugh at me. It meant so much to me that I couldn’t bear to have people laugh at me about it. I was in a dilemma. I was raised to always tell the truth. The truth was I wanted to be a doctor. But I didn’t want to put it on paper. So, I did what a mature 5thgrader might do. I didn’t do the assignment.

Mr. Dow wasn’t happy. There were a couple of us at the table where he sat the “advanced” kids. We were the ones that had the harder assignments. He pushed us to turn in our assignment. I continued to procrastinate, hoping that my dilemma would just “go away.” It didn’t. Mr. Dow wouldn’t accept just letting me not turn it in.

Finally, reluctantly I wrote it and turned it in. I don’t remember what I wrote but I wrote the truth and revealed my deepest secret. It was really scary.

My friends started talking about how they answered the assignment. One told me that he said he wanted to be “Abraham Lincoln.” Another was “George Washington.” The others told similar historic figures. My heart sank as I realized that I had misunderstood the assignment. 

If you could be anyone who would you be? The assignment was not what do you want to be.

Abraham Lincoln would have been a far safer answer. And yet I had revealed my deepest secret. Graciously Mr. Dow did not reveal my secret. I didn’t tell my friends. I was able to continue with my secret dream.

Why did this upset me so much? 

First, I heard the assignment wrong because of my anxiety. It seems that we often worry so much about things that are not real. 

I read a book where every day for a year the author challenged herself to do something that scared her. It brought about tremendous growth for her. One of the things that she did during that year was to go meet with her ex-boyfriends to find out what they really had thought of her.[1]She had huge anxieties. But in doing this she discovered that most of what she had worried about was never realHer anxieties had driven her to assume the worst. She was not able to see, believe, or know the truth until she had been bold enough to ask.

That is a big lesson. It is hard to know the real truth about ourselves. We fly between the extremes of a sort of “Walter Mitty” over glorification to a false self-denigration. Neither are the truth. We all have some pretty cool and pretty average (and some pretty crummy) things about us.

It is important that we try to live in reality and not let our anxieties drive us to neurotic behavior. For me, as a 5thgrader, my anxieties were to the point where I would have let them drive me to a failing grade for not doing the assignment. If I could have seen through the fog of my anxieties I might have actually read and listened and done the assignment. Maybe I would have written a very nice and safe essay on wanting to be Neil Armstrong stepping foot on the moon. 

Is there more to learn from this story? I think so. 

Honestly – I don’t know why I was so anxious for anyone to know. Perhaps it comes from being the youngest of 6 children? Perhaps it came from being afraid to actually dream and tell the truth about who I was and what was important to me? Oddly – I have no idea now what I was so afraid of. My family and friends would have been quite happy to indulge me in my dream. They probably would have been happy for me and proud of me. It seems strange now that I would keep it so private.

This blog has been an odd experience for the introvert that I truly am. 

I have found power in being able to write in secrecy. I write a lot and then store it away. I don’t worry about whether I will ever post it or not. There will be time later to decide that. Writing in this way is immensely liberating. I can be myself. I can be honest. I can say what is on my mind.  

If only the 5thgrade me would have thought of this. I could have written a full essay on my hopes and dreams. I could have worked through my thoughts about someday going to medical school and becoming a doctor. I could have fully explored what I was thinking and why. I could have better understood myself. I could have tested out my thinking secretly at first. I could write it down but keep it private. Having done this I would then have understood enough about myself so that I could then safely explain it to others. I could have been bold enough to know myself and then be open about what was important to me.

It may sound silly but the Disney song, “Let It Go”[2]has a strong appeal. “Let it go, Let it go, Can’t hold it back anymore…” “I don’t care what they’re going to say…”  Even though we may not admit it, I think many of us feel the pull of this song when we hear it. We spend a lot of time hiding. Shielding. Protecting ourselves. Maybe sometimes we should really, “Let it go.”

So, lesson number one: Live in the truth not what you worry people might think about you. For me I know that it is ok, important and good to be honest with myself. I should look objectively. It is ok to be average – excellent in some ways – and not so good in others. I don’t have to be good at everything. And I had better not let anxieties or worries about what people might think about me drive my life. 

Lesson number two then is this: It is good to have dreams and deep thoughts and feelings. I do not have to be afraid of them. I do not have to be afraid to be myself. We all may have thoughts and dreams and ideas inside of us that we keep safely and secretly hidden. I am not saying that you or I have to reveal anything and everything to the world. I have things buried on my computer that I may never post. But there may be real value from time to time to “Let it go.”

It has amazed me how people have responded to this blog. By putting myself out there many have told me that I have helped them. Some tell me I hit points that make them better know who they are or what is going on in their life. That is pretty cool. That makes me really happy.

Who did I want to be? I wanted to be a doctor. And to be honest I wanted that more than I would have wanted to be Abraham Lincoln or George Washington or Neil Armstrong (although it would have been really really cool to be Neil Armstrong!). 

There. I said it. I “Let it Go.” That is who I was as a 5thgrader. I was a nerdy little boy who dreamed of being smart and studying hard and having people come to me for answers as their doctor. 

It still is easy for me to want to hide a lot. But in this blog I have let you see a little bit of who I am now.

Who are you?


[1]https://www.harpercollins.com/9780061875014/my-year-with-eleanor/

[2]https://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/f/frozenlyrics/letitgolyrics.html