So, I’m in the middle of a hot fudge sundae after biking through the magical cottonwood drift on the biking trails along the swollen Chena River in Fairbanks, with friends and one of them asks me “what’s your prognosis?”
Choke stutter shrug.
When words finally formed, the message was: I don’t really know. Which is true. Not just for me, but for all the medical professionals that I have worked with, as well. They don’t know either. Not really.
I added “and I don’t want to know”, which was and is true, but when I got home, I couldn’t help myself. I endeavored to look it up. The first time I tried, I ended up cross-eyed and confused and had to take a nap after watching an episode of Lost. Then I took a walk. But I came back to it. What I found was what I mostly already knew. I am over sixty. Point against a good prognosis.
If I were a kid, my prognosis would be good. Period. But as an adult, all those years of living come home to reckon with you, and not to mention that you make all these crazy choices (umm… so I suppose watching the World Cup mid-day last week with a beer in one hand and French Fries in the other is an eloquent example of that).
But. Isn’t part of being a kid frivolous? I mean, what good do you do the world or anything except your giggling self by running through the sprinkler? Or building forts? With my well tuned ability to justify my actions, I choose to think that some of what I am doing now is BEING A KID. Biking with no spandex and no Hard Body Clothing whatsoever, save a helmet. Walking on the beach. Playing with the dog. Points for a good diagnosis.
The literature is boggling, and uncertain. The bad prognosis includes relapse, secondary cancers, other treatment-caused illness, and my old dance partner, infection. Leukemia isn’t “staged”. I don’t have a tumor to measure or a stage to define my illness. The condition you arrived into care is critical, I know that. Point for me. I checked into the hospital having hiked the Grand Canyon two months earlier. True, two weeks or so before diagnosis when I really felt tired and had no idea why, I mostly hung out on the couch watching Game of Thrones . . . but I had no other illnesses. Not many regrets. Willing to accept angels of any kind. I love to walk, I live in a beautiful place full of nature, I have fabulous friends and a big goofy dog, not to mention a close-knit and wonderful family. Surely those are all good points to even out the age factor.
But I can’t get too carried away. After all, these were all in place when I got sick in the first place. So, I asked my oncologist today to answer the prognosis question for me. We had just been discussing my new propensity for sudden bouts of vomiting, not often, mind you, but unexpected and powerful. And CMV numbers are back up, as well as lymphocytes. That’s one of the several white blood cells which can go high if you have an infection… or leukemia.
I have, you may remember, the Philadelphia positive chromosome. This is, according to Wikipedia, “a consequence of fusion between the Abelson (Abl) tyrosine kinase gene at chromosome 9 and the break point cluster (Bcr) gene at chromosome 22, resulting in a chimeric oncogene (Bcr-Abl) and a constitutively active Bcr-Abl tyrosine kinase that has been implicated in the pathogenesis of CML (and leukemia). “
Simple, eh? Everyday, I take 50 Mg. of Dasatinib, which has been developed to selectively inhibit the Bcr-Abl tyrosine kinase. And my latest test, called Bcr-Abl test tells us everything looks good–or at least, the rise in lymphocytes don’t indicate a relapse. This is after my primary doctor and oncologists got very nervous. But the test says it’s infection (to be identified)—this time—not cancer. You could lose sleep over this. Or you could rely heavily on Story to distract and heal, as I have.
My one-year anniversary of the stem cell transplant is August 21. Then I will say one year cancer-free. And God willing and fingers crossed, I will have a second and more years of being cancer-free. I won’t spend much more time on the prognosis question because, quite frankly, it is a point against me. It takes away my ease of mind and gives me worry. I don’t need that. I feel pretty good most of the time, except for those times when I don’t. Good enough to go hiking in the Cascades for 5 hours and feel fine afterwards. Enough to be front and center to mountain wildflowers and glacier cirques, enough to do yoga outside with digger bees and bullfrogs and summer sunshine. Enough to see orca whales pass on the west side and a double rainbow mark their passage. I am so grateful for these moments in life. Gratitude. Point for.
You are so beautiful and such an inspiration. I just lost a dear old friend with a cancer very similar to yours. He lost the stem cell fight. Very sad, but he had a similar attitude to living the fullest life possible. Carry one, my dear. And keep us posted.
You beat me to it!
You have been on my mind so much these past few weeks, but it didn’t get “translated” to “paper.”
Haven’t read this posting, but no matter what it says, I’m still “betting” on you! You looked the disease in the eye and said “get thee hence” — and it did!
More, after reading your DIY, Alice ========== Alice B. Acheson, Book Marketing/Publicity Specialist P. O. Box 735 Friday Harbor, WA 98250 360/378-2815 http://sites.google.com/site/alicebacheson Do It Yourself Life wrote on 7/20/2014 4:08 PM: > WordPress.com > Shann Weston posted: “So, I’m in the middle of a hot fudge sundae > after biking through the magical cottonwood drift on the biking trails > along the swollen Chena River in Fairbanks, with friends and one of > them asks me “so, what’s your prognosis?” Choke stutter shrug. ” >
So special to read this, today, July 20, to see you in the July 4th parade, to see you out and about at parties and around town, to see those pics of you doing your life!
…. as the announcer says in soccer, “GOOOOOOOOOOALL” so I say to you, “POINT FOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRR!”
Thanks for this update, Shann. You’re in my thoughts and prayers often. I am SO grateful things look pretty good and you are able to be so active again. What a blessing that we live in this paradise of the Pacific NW, eh? Keep on keepin’ on!! Hugs, Meredith
Hey Shann, Good to hear that you are still doing well. Looking good too – from your pictures. You look like your fit self again. If you ever come south, rather than north (but who wouldn’t rather be in Alaska?), let me know. I’ll keep sending good thoughts your way. – Marnie (Oh, and if you want to see MY little retreat from it all, friend me on Facebook and you can check out my cabin up the Smith River near Reedsport.) Best wishes!
After reading your eloquent essays, I get bogged down thinking that my response is so trite! You are so pragmatic, sensible, and at the same time, childlike (realizing that the life choice of watching the World Cup with a beer in one hand and French Fries in the other might not be the wisest but also knowing that being a frivolous kid is, perhaps, more important than being sensible).
Here’s to a wonderful and happy August 21 — and many, many more — with your marvelous sensibilities firmly in place!!!
All best, Alice ========== Alice B. Acheson, Book Marketing/Publicity Specialist P. O. Box 735 Friday Harbor, WA 98250 360/378-2815 http://sites.google.com/site/alicebacheson Do It Yourself Life wrote on 7/20/2014 4:08 PM: > WordPress.com > Shann Weston posted: “So, I’m in the middle of a hot fudge sundae > after biking through the magical cottonwood drift on the biking trails > along the swollen Chena River in Fairbanks, with friends and one of > them asks me “so, what’s your prognosis?” Choke stutter shrug. ” >
Dear Shann, Not sure if you remember me, but I was an undergrad intern with you at ODFW, back in probably 1994-1995 in Portland, helping organize a naturescaping & wildlife library. Anyhow since then I earned a PhD in fish ecology at Oregon State, did a postdoctoral fellowship at Academy of Sciences of the Czech Republic, and now I’m working as a watershed ecologist for mid-Columbia River tribes. I just wanted to say you were a big inspiration for me then (maybe my first introduction to real work in environmental science), and on reading how you are living your life now, you are still an inspiration. Thanks for then & now! – Seth
Thanks for the update, Seth! Of course I remember you and really appreciate this post!