I was married in August of 2003 and 9 months later, I become the proud mother of an 8-pound immature teratoma. On my wedding day, I had no idea what a teratoma was or that they even existed. My vocabulary in the last year has broadened extensively.
According to information presented by Cancer Research UK
“Immature Teratomas are often diagnosed in girls and young women, often younger than 18. These cancers are rare. They are called immature because the cancer cells look like cells from a developing fetus.”
The first time I read this I was disgusted. I had just had an 8-pound immature teratoma removed along with my left ovary and was left with a 10 inch scar down the middle of my previously attractive abdomen. I was a new bride and looking forward to becoming a mother. Now, I had to go out shopping for maternity clothes because my abdomen was so distended (another new word) from surgery.
As I know many of you are familiar with, the news of cancer is very difficult to process. At first I was in a fog. My first question when I met my doctor a year ago was would I lose my hair? Not will I survive. Those first days it just didn’t occur to me that I might not survive.
It was after I went home and started reading on the Internet that I had the revelation that I could actually die from this. I remember drilling my wonderful husband on that evening to find out exactly what the doctors had said about long-term survival rates (another new term). I had been in such extreme pain that I ended up in a drug-induced fog; I don’t remember much those days in the hospital. Here, my husband had just sat beside his beautiful new bride for over a week in the hospital. I was in surgery for over 4 hours while my friends and family were calling him to find out what was happening. He had also just been given the news that I would need four rounds of chemotherapy and I was badgering him about my chances of survival.
After talking more with my doctor and reading more about it I became confident that most teratomas are cured. After the initial shock that it was possible I would not make it, I decided I had too much to live for and that I would be one of the majority who does survive.
I had decided I was going to be strong and business as usual. I even considered going on an out of town meeting a week or so after my surgery wearing the maternity clothes I had purchased. My doctor advised against it while handing me a tissue, I just couldn’t stop crying. I asked him if he thought I might be depressed and we chuckled.
I was devastated and went through periods of great despair. I knew I would survive but I got very angry I even had to deal with this. I hated my new deformed body. I was distended for what seemed like forever, maybe a month. If any of you have experienced this, you know how uncomfortable it is. It was a strange time because I looked pregnant and sometimes I’d look in the mirror and sort of fantasize I was for a moment.
I remember thinking if being pregnant was that uncomfortable that no one would ever do it. It’s like becoming 5 months pregnant overnight, your belly swells as far as your skin will allow. It actually struck me funny and I’d laugh about it sometimes.
I laugh a lot. I crack myself up. I’m sure some of the things I laugh at seem inappropriate to others but I just don’t care. Laughter makes me feel really good. Cancer is a disgusting disease and sometimes disgusting jokes are the only way to deal with it. I thank God for giving me humor because I’m not sure I could handle this without it.
I didn’t like chemo and it didn’t take me long to discover that working wasn’t working for me. I have the most gracious employers who have treated me with care and genuine concern and so I did not have to work, I feel so fortunate in so many regards.
Back to Chemo - It sucked. I know, I know it saves lives but it’s a necessary evil. The hospital, doctors and nurses did everything they could to make it as comfortable as possible and they did an excellent job. I had five courses of BEP. Aren’t the lists of side effects on these chemo drugs amazing? If you’ve had chemo, you know what I’m talking about…I mean it’s an array of lovely things. Hair loss, nausea, fainting, numbness in your toes and fingers, fatigue, loss of appetite, changing of skin, developing of another cancer…. these are just some of the side effects I experienced.
I had a bad attitude about chemo. I’d cry is the morning and refuse to go like a 12 year old. I’d always go though, I never missed a day. I went 5 days in a row for 7-8 hours depending on who was counting the drips. I’d have two weeks off and then I’d go back for 5 days. Four rounds.
The days I was in chemo I crocheted. I couldn’t read – I tried and would read the same sentence over and over and not be able to process it. It was almost like I could weave all my anger, hostility, disbelief and discouragement into this blanket and that way the negativity wouldn’t smother what little positive I could feel. Some days I just couldn’t find anything positive. Those were productive days for the blanket. I gave that blanket to a homeless man the other day.
During the weeks I received chemo I would go home and rant and rave like a lunatic. The steroids they gave me turned me into a Tasmanian devil. I’m sure some of you have experienced this. I was tired and didn’t feel great but I couldn’t sit still. I was rude to my husband, I cleaned and paced, I was crawling out of my skin.
All four times on the Friday of that week, I would pass out and have to be rushed to the hospital. The first time, I passed out 3 times before my husband finally talked me into calling my doctor. I was dehydrated. They pumped me full of so much fluid while I was getting chemo, it was unreal and then I would go home and drink 4 liters of Gatorade and still I was dehydrated. The other factor in the passing out episodes was that it always happened either on the way to use the bathroom or while I was going to the bathroom. I would lose control of my bowels. Here was my sweet husband essentially changing my diapers a year after he married me. The last time it happened I was sitting on the toilet and just fell over sideways. When I landed my front tooth made contact with the hardwood floor and chipped half of it off. Off to the hospital in an ambulance I go for more fluid. I was laughing at this point. I was a bald woman with half a front tooth. I felt like I was dressed up to play a hillbilly. It was awful but humorous too. Sometimes I laughed when I looked in the mirror and sometimes I cried.
The week following the chemo week I was on the couch lifeless. I felt sick and tired and uncomfortable. I got addicted to the stupid courtroom shows like People’s Court. The following week I didn’t feel so bad and I might even go out for a walk or two but I knew the next week I had chemo and had to start all over again. Some people say their chemo experience wasn’t that bad. I hated every minute of it.
Being bald was hard for me as I’m sure it is for anyone. I had always had gorgeous hair and I didn’t want to lose it. I cut it short and then my husband helped me shave my head when it really started coming out. Luckily I’m not one of the rare one’s whose hair doesn’t grow back. I think that’s the only extremely rare thing that could possibly happen to me that hasn’t. My hair is back now and looking back I think I made it a bigger issue than it was. I had beautiful scarves and wore hats and actually had a couple men confess they thought bald women were sexy.
My chemo ended in October, everything looked good and I went back to work. I was still tired but felt fairly well, I even was starting to feel better with each day when all of the sudden I just lost all motivation again. I had zero energy and I was discouraged
My ability to read returned and I started reading a lot more about diet, cancer, nutrition, massage and anything I could to make sure I stopped the cancer from coming back. Cancer doesn’t seem to make a whole lot of sense. There are obvious cancer risks like smoking, stress, and fast food, but having spent more than 10 years working in the property management industry, I’ve met a number of people who survive on nothing but those things and they don’t get cancer. You didn’t give yourself cancer and you can’t control whether it comes back. I have to tell myself that a lot because otherwise I could let it consume me.
I was sort of obsessed. The Internet is a wonderful tool but you have to be a responsible information consumer. It’s a whole wide world of different ideas and opinions. I bought every book about nutrition I could find and read most of them. While I would be reading a book I’d share some of the strange things they said with my husband and I’m sure he’d wonder what kind of food I’d be banishing from the house next. I got really wrapped up in this diet and nutrition stuff, I threw myself into it.
Then I just sort of realized that there was an overall consistency that I found in all of these books; they all pretty much gave me the impression that if you eat stuff that comes from the clean earth and has minimal processing, you should be okay. Things like vegetables, whole grains, and fruit. I’ve also been sold on organics and I even use organic shampoo and conditioner. So now, instead of obsessing I try to stick with that and when I cheat, I don’t let it eat at me all day.
I was still feeling so unmotivated that I went back on disability. I was feeling so horrible, lifeless, and slow that I didn’t even want to shower. I truly have had my fill of daytime television.
I was in for my blood work one week in early January and my doctor decided they wanted to look at my bone marrow. They did a bone marrow biopsy and found an abnormality, another new word… Myelodysplasia. Myelodys…what!? What the hell is this? Your bone marrow isn’t producing enough mature cells and your immune system is compromised.
I hung up the phone after getting this information and I cried. My husband reminded me that I needed to keep a positive attitude. I was angry with him for saying that; I thought I had had a positive attitude already.
I had already started to see the positive changes cancer had provoked in me and even though I didn’t feel well, I still had my humor and laughed as much as possible. I could see a whole new compassion in myself and a overwhelming desire to get closer to my family and friends, to nourish those relationships and develop new ones. I love people and I have a renewed stronger desire to do things that contribute to the greater good of people. I don’t get frustrated at slow people when they cross the street anymore. I admire them for walking. I decided that careers are overrated and having fun should be an absolute priority. I know how lucky I am for being able to make that choice.
I had a positive attitude damn it! But I just knew something like this would happen…. HA! It was shortly after this that I became absolutely in awe of the mind body connection. I listened to some books on tape by Bernie Seigal, a surgeon who discusses the traits that survivors share - positive attitude and involvement in treatment seemed to have yielded the best results. Love, Medicine and Miracles by Bernie Seigal. I’ve read a lot of good stuff that I would recommend but if you are a cancer survivor I strongly encourage you read or listen to the audio version of this and Dr. Seigal’s other books.
This time, all the material I was reading about my new disease said there was no cure other than a bone marrow transplant. Rare. If nothing else, at least I’m unique. I never thought I would be the subject of the word rare so much in my life. If it’s all so rare why do I keep getting it? I had very poor lung function to begin with, rare at my age, even in smokers, which I was. I was diagnosed with a very large immature teratoma, which is very rare, and then I developed myelodysplasia, even more rare. One doctor in Seattle
told me I was the exception to the exception to the exception of the rule. Well, I guess I should feel special?
So I researched and studied all that I could, I went to a specialist here and I went to Fred Hutchinson in Seattle
, I got the same general opinion from everybody. I needed a bone marrow transplant.
Now I’m not an extremely religious person but I absolutely believe there is a higher power or stronger force and I will refer to that as God. God has been at work in my life in a major way. He gave me my husband just in time to have to go through this, he guided me into moving to California
and he gave me all the support and I could possibly need while going through such a horrible experience.
He went to work again with regard to my new Myelodysplasia diagnoses. I was in need of a bone marrow transplant and my only true siblings, who are the best possibility for a match, were put up for adoption when I was very young. I’ll be darned if God didn’t make them contact me right about then. I got a phone call and to make a long story short, my twin brothers had found me. They didn’t actually find me, it was a meddling girlfriend who made contact but I thank God for her and eventually one of the boys called me directly.
So here is my long lost brother with no idea that I had even existed, not even sure if he’s ready for a relationship with his biological family and I have to tell him that I have a terminal disease and he and his brother may be my best chance for survival. It took me a month to make that phone call, to ask him if he and his brother were willing to get tested. Of course they were and they did and Mark ended up being a perfect match. Now Mark still has never spoken to me. He’s sort of freaked out about having his biological family contacted without his knowledge and just isn’t sure if he wants contact with us. But he’s a perfect match and willing to go through the procedure. The relationship that I have been able to develop with my other brother Adam has been one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received. I actually got the call on Christmas day. Adam and I talk almost every week now and he’s a really neat person.
I received a blood transfusion right about this time and that was the just thing I needed to start feeling better. I had also just listened to that Bernie Segail book and one of the things that stuck out most from it was his suggestion to Act as if….Act as if you have the energy to go for a walk, act as if you feel well enough to cook dinner, etc. I took this to heart because I found that if I acted as if I could do it, I actually could. My husband and I even decided to act as if we had the money to go on a cruise through the Greek Isles and we booked it!
So at this point, I’m planning on going on our cruise and then coming back for the bone marrow transplant that is going to provide me a cure for this new disease. Otherwise, it will probably kill me in 5 years or less. The experts all gave me about a 50% chance of surviving the transplant. The one last test was the pulmonary function test to see if my lungs were strong enough to handle the chemo drugs and transplant procedure. The test came back and my lungs aren’t strong enough. The experts revised the 50% chance they gave me before and now were telling me that I had about a 5% chance of making it through.
I’ve been feeling well. I’ve been feeling better than I have in months and months, do I want to risk what’s left of my life now for a 5% chance of surviving? That just didn’t make sense to me so we decided not to. I really do feel great and I have decided to take every moment I have and get the most out of it while I can. We went on our cruise through the Greek Isles and it was amazing, I hope we’ll be able to act as if we can afford to see the rest of the world.
My blood work has been stable and seems to continue improving. I try to stay away from fast food, stress and other risk factors but I refuse to live terrified. I planted a vegetable garden and I’m taking some classes at the college. Cancer has entered my world and I have to live with it. I can choose to dwell on it or I can choose to enjoy the time I’ve been given without losing hope that something will come along that offers me a cure. I choose to enjoy my time and for me that means nourishing my relationships with my husband, family and friends. The things that used to be important to me like climbing the corporate ladder, making money, and looking great while doing it are no longer important. I feel this is a great gift that I’ve learned while there is still time to put my energy into more fulfilling endeavors.
I haven’t needed repeated blood transfusions as many people with MDS do. I have been using procrit to keep my white cells boosted but other than that, I’m using good old- fashioned healthy food, exercise, love, and laughter. Statistics say that this method will eventually fail me and that I will start to need more transfusions and eventually this disease will be my end but I just refuse to believe it and certainly while I feel great, I’m not going to worry about it.
I still read a lot and think that educating yourself is the first step to getting better but I spent a lot of time dwelling on all of the things that could go wrong before and it didn’t get me anywhere. Now I refuse to think about it and it seems to be working for me. When you’re given a prognosis that has a time frame attached it would be easy to dwell on the number and convince yourself you only have 5 years. I think if you take that approach, the possibility of that happening is much greater than if you choose to be one of the people who defy the odds. I’ve decided to be one of those people. I can’t say how that decision will pan out but I honestly believe I’ll be here in 20 years to tell you about it.
I am a very fortunate person. Some people do not have understanding employers, support systems, insurance, homes, or any of the blessings I have had and they have to go through the same thing I have or worse. I have an amazing support system. I want to thank my husband for being here and for taking such good care of me. He is wonderful and such a blessing. My friends, family and even acquaintances have been so overwhelmingly kind. I had so many flowers in my hospital room that I had to have my husband move them to the car because I couldn’t breathe. I still get cards and letters from people. The kindness that I have received from people has changed my life. My best friend drove from Las Vegas
to my house twice during my chemo to clean because I just couldn’t muster the strength. I vaguely remember calling my dad the night I got out of surgery and telling him I needed to see him…when I woke up the next morning he was here, from Seattle
. Everyone has only wanted to help and has done everything they can. People have been so wonderful throughout this experience and that has been one of the things that has helped me get through. My doctors and nurses are amazing.
I don’t know why I got Cancer, it’s not fair and it has been an extremely difficult journey, as I know it has been for all of you. I hope you have been able to search out any positive effects it has had on your life, even if they are very few and focus on those instead of the negative. I don’t know what the future holds for me and I’m not going to worry about it. I have decided instead to live in each moment and to make the most of all the moments I have. I hope you are able to do the same! Thank you for letting me share my story.