In November 2014 I underwent an autologous stem cell transplant (SCT) at Duke University Hospital. This was the last, biggest treatment in a harrowing year of crises, surgeries, chemotherapy, and hospital stays. If you don't know what a SCT is, see this. In a nutshell, it means that my bone marrow (or a big part) was destroyed using high-dose chemotherapy, and my own (the autologous part) stem cells are re-introduced (infused). The stem cells make their way back to your bone marrow and start creating new blood cells. Red and white cells both originate here. The idea is that the cancerous cells are destroyed, and the reborn ones are free of cancer (remission).
The day you receive your stems back is called infusion day, or day zero. It was like a second birthday, at least for my immune system. But also for me. It gave me a second lease on life. I am grateful that my oncologists (and other doctors and nurses) navigated me through this, and my response to the treatment was good. It put my Myeloma into stringent complete remission. They also performed a relatively new test on me, minimal residual disease (MRD), which thankfully was also negative. The predictive power of this test is still under study, but any win you get in the fight against cancer is a win. And as far as I'm concerned this is a big win.
I say "had a stem cell transplant" like it was walking into the drug store for some aspirin. In reality it's a long-term, complicated, expensive process; and it's a miracle of modern medicine. It is rigorous and difficult, real chemical warfare inside your body. There are a lot of side effects, although many medicines help alleviate these. Fatigue was a big one for me, and it persisted for quite some time. But, it was worth doing. The doctors and nurses at Duke were outstanding. The level of care in "the bubble" was truly great; I am truly grateful to them beyond words.
My second birthday: November 19, 2014
Using pictures, I like to look back on past events like birthdays, Christmas, etc. This is a look back at some of the events and people related to getting to, and past, my First Second Birthday. I say "some of" because there are missing pictures, like of the wonderful doctors and nurses I've had, or of the friends and neighbors who have supported us along the way.
The pictures span a period of time more like 18 months, beginning in April 2014 and ending today, on my Second Birthday. Pictures are worth a thousand words, and I could write a thousand words about every one, I think. I tried to spare you, and summarized the situation best I could.
This was T-minus one week til the fateful "get to the ER now" call. I had been feeling not too well, but my daughter and I took a trip from NC to Baltimore and then Pittsburgh early in the 2014 MLB season. We are both big baseball fans; we took the opportunity to make a "loop" to these two great baseball venues. I have family in Pittsburgh, and we stayed with them and shared a great weekend. In the end, family is all.
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Hospital Stay 1
Things went from normal day-to-day life to kidney failure, and into the hospital in 1 laundry cycle. My NC State baseball friends sent a ball autographed by my favorite player from the 2014 team. With few things to laugh about, I exchanged some texts with a friend of mine about another mutual friend. And breakfast in bed at the hospital? It's not always as glamorous as it sounds. And when you're down, things like Tweets from your daughter help lift yours spirits.
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One of our first visits to the Adult Bone Marrow Transplant clinic at Duke. Images from the Lily Oncology book that struck me. I got these from a compilation book at my regular oncologist.
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Hospital Stay 2 -- Kidney Surgery
I had a carcinoma in my left kidney, unfortunately too large to salvage any part of my kidney, so the kidney was removed in September 2014. A couple of weeks before my surgery, my surgeon said to my wife and me, "You are really stressed out, take a weekend away." So we did, to our favorite place, Bald Head Island. In the second photo, this is in the final waiting area prior to surgery. This illustrates how many masks we wear: I was terrified. After the surgery, they gave me a button to press when it hurt. I decided to include one semi-graphic pictures of my wounds. I decided that if I had to endure it, you could see a picture of it. My emergency hemodialysis port, surgery scar, and recent catheter for my peritoneal dialysis.
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"All dialysis sucks, some just sucks less than others." Because of the damage done to my kidneys by the Myeloma, and the left kidney being removed, I depend on dialysis. I do peritoneal dialysis (PD) every night. That means protein bars, lots of them, and following your weight (fluid intake). Also note the amount of supplies. Lots of them.
The last photo shows about what it takes every month to keep me alive. Your kidneys are about the size of your fist, and they are amazing organs, so take care of them!
I am on dialysis permanently. As in: for the rest of my life; or until I can receive a kidney transplant. We have begun exploring the possibility of kidney transplant. With Myeloma patients, it's complicated, but doable. Make no mistake, dialysis sucks, and I want to find a way off. Having a working kidney would be a real game (life) changer for me. Not just in day-to-day life and health, but also in treatment options of the MM, should it progress (return).
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Preparing for Stem Cell Transplant
About 6 weeks after my kidney surgery my dad came and we went to shoot a round of sporting clays at a nearby club I belong to. I got a supply of winter hats and do-wraps in preparation for losing my hair. I did take a few pictures with my nurses during the collection of my stem cells. This is an hours-long process, and I had to do it over three days. We finally got enough cells for two transplants. A neighbor friend came by and shaved my head a couple of days before going to the hospital. It's going to fall out anyway, and on advise of others, I shaved it. Good idea. I also got myself an early Christmas present, and XBox One, to take into the hospital with me. I tried a few times to play online with my boys.
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Hospital Stay 3 - Duke
On the 9th floor, near where they park the life flight helicopters, they have a special ward for transplant patients like me. One thing that goes out the window in the hospital, shortly after your sense of dignity, is your sense of fashion. Plaid PJ paints with old-school Drake camo? My neighbor once asked me when I was getting the "real chemo, you know, the one where your hair falls out". Like all the chemo I had up to this point was not real or officially approved. Well, this is the real chemo; it's sort of frightening, so they give you some meds to make you feel better about it. Funny story related to that: about 3 hours later they had a very difficult time waking me up from my nap. I awoke rather abruptly to find a nurse sitting over me on the bed doing a rather enthusiastic "sternal rub". After that, every time I saw her we had a laugh about it. I did eventually lose my hair, and my beard. My wife and I had a makeshift Thanksgiving dinner in my room, and these are a sample of the desserts I saved for my kids.
I got a new immune system, and ... a new T-shirt? Yes I did, hardest one I ever earned. I stayed in the hospital for 17 days, some of the longest of my life. Every day they measure your white blood cell count (among a lot of things), and write your number on the board. You have to find a way to patiently watch it go from zero (yes, 0), back to a level where they'll let you out. This ward was unlike anything I've ever seen, with double door entry, high pressure air (to keep bugs out), high-pressure air in each room (ditto), HEPA air filtration per-room. Visitors are discouraged, but of course your immediate family is welcome, but everyone must wash hands and wear a mask when in my room.
I could spend hours telling you about this stay, and six pictures hardly does it justice, but when I was going through this, I didn't think about chronicling the experience in pictures.
That elf and fireplace? They were created and brought to me by my family to decorate my room, and I keep them as mementos. My kids made that fireplace with help from my wonderful sister-in-law and mom.
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Home at Last
I made it home in time for Christmas 2014. With long time comes healing, hair, visitors, and hair-cuts. All my life my hair has been Spock-straight. It came back curly. After a few hair-cuts, it went back to normal, although the texture seems different, and at times I swear it wants to part itself in reverse to before. Because of the nature of my MM, I am still on a "maintenance" regimin of chemo. My maintenance chemo is overseen by Rex UNC Hospitals.
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This Year in Family
I have found getting back to day to day life a challenge, but here we are. My daughter and I were back at it, at the ACC Baseball Championship this spring. My friends at Rex UNC Oncology are awesome, and I always get a sucker after a good chemo session. My older son plays lacrosse, and this is a photo taken on a weekend trip I took with him. Finally, this my family, and me, one year later.
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My First Second Birthday Party
Today was the day, and it coincided with a dialysis center visit (lab work) and very importantly my 1-year follow-up to the stem cell transplant at Duke. Nothing to report, other than I had 2 blood draw sticks, and 5 sticks for vaccinations. Yes, like baby vaccinations. One of the effects of wiping out your immune system is it sort of forgets some of the things it saw in its past life. This helps get things back to normal.
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