Thursday, January 21, 2010

Valley of the shadow of clinical oncology

If one was intent on finding the sunny side of stage IV melanoma, I may have found it today. My cancer is incurable, but it’s not hopeless. Above all, God is in control of what happens to me and I trust in his plan for my life. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of clinical oncology, I will fear no evil. Medicine is but one expression of God’s power and might.

My appointment today with the surgeons at OHSU went about as well as such things can. The docs were competent and decisive. They reminded me that I am fortunate to have metastases in only soft tissue and not in my vital organs. As I’ve learned, melanoma is notoriously variable in its pattern of spread, which confounds the ability of doctors to make a prognosis they’ll actually stand by. Late stages of this disease have a vast number of genetic alterations, which confers what pathologists call a “proliferative advantage” to the cancer cells. In other words, melanoma is a disease that does what it damn well pleases. That said, there are strategies that remain open to me.

For anyone who actually cares about this cancer staging business, I am technically stage IVa. I was previously stage IIIc. So my survival odds really haven’t changed much. I am where I was a couple of months ago, give or take a few million cancer cells. Because of having “only” soft tissue mets, my disease remains resectable. As I have learned from my oncologists this week, my body should have an antitumor response from surgery; removing the two nodules is essentially a form of immunotherapy (like the interferon I took in ’08). Resection reduces the tumor burden and thereby eliminates a source of immunosuppression. It levels the playing field, in a manner of speaking, between melanoma and my immune system and at least buys me some time.

My surgery will be performed on an outpatient basis on Feb. 5 at OHSU. My surgical oncologist is the redoubtable Dr. John Vetto, who has done both of my two previous surgeries. Joining him will be Dr. Ken Lee, a plastic surgeon who apparently knows a good candidate for a facelift when he sees it. The nodule in my leg is superficial and its removal shouldn’t be complicated. Cleaning up the fragments of the met removed two weeks ago from my left cheek calls for a little more creativity. Skin and tissue the size of a quarter will be excised, and surrounding skin then stretched over the wound. The side of my face will be swollen and bruised for a while, and a scar may persist. Lee is the director of dermatologic surgery, so it appears I'll be in good hands.

The medical decision-making has been breathtakingly swift since the facial nodule came out two weeks ago. I’m hoping I can slow down now and consider this new world I inhabit. In addition to everything else it does, cancer focuses the mind wonderfully.

5 comments:

Steve said...

Peter,
That all sounds as good as possible. As I mentioned before, Michelle's mom had a melanoma removed from her nose and you could hardly tell there had been facial surgery. Yours probably won't be any different scar-wise. Your perspective on life and everything else sounds good--keep it up. God is the doctor, and he never loses a patient. Talk to you soon,
Steve

Anonymous said...

Peter: It does sound like things are somewhat back in control after that large scare. I didn't realize from our discussion that a "facelift" was in the cards. So that Peter Fonda picture was a long standing dream of yours? When I had the second surgery on my face I asked for, but did not get, quite a few changes to my face. I hope you have better luck.
Keith

Marsha said...

Hope is sweet. So glad God is blessing you.

Doug said...

I always thought you were a Peter Fonda type. On another note, I try to remind myself often that we are more than our bodies and emotions. Give me a holler when you are up for a cuppa. Am still recovering some sore ribs from getting clotheslined on my bike so not ready to run yet. Am thinking of a night guerilla run to stretch orange tape along the metal cable downtown that got me.
Doug

Anonymous said...

Peter - I have been quietly following your battle with this disease over the years through visits and conversations with Gigi. You have always been in my thoughts and prayers - so glad to hear of yet another intervention by our great Father. AND -keep juicing - nothing is better than fresh carrot/apple juice - between alot of prayer and saturating myself with carrot juice I was able to finally quit smoking with virtually no cravings or weight gain! - George Gale