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Monday, August 06, 2007

Ozone Orange

August is increasingly the month, where I live, when the ozone alerts are flashing. The message my desk top screams at me is ground level ozone concentrations may reach unhealthy levels. Today we were in the orange for ozone and we also had a heat advisory. Same in place for much of the week. I had an aha moment when I took my trash down to the street this afternoon. I could tell that my breathing was affected as I walked up my driveway. I started thinking about how the scans I've had which have me a little nervous about my lungs were both either in August, or the beginning of September which isn't that different from August here.I wouldn't have thought anything about it if my first PET/CT scan which was done after my melanoma dx had shown junk in my lungs, unless the radiologist had thought it indicated a malignancy. I stopped smoking in 2001 and was diagnosed with melanoma in 2005, but I assumed it would take a while for my lungs to get up to snuff because I smoked a LONG time. However, that first scan in February of 2005 didn't show anything that shouldn't be in my lungs. It wasn't until my PET/CT scan at the end of August 2005 that notations such as "hazy opacification" and tiny lung nodule started cropping up. It bothered me for something new to show up.I asked my oncologist about those notations regarding my lungs and he said it wasn't anything to worry about. That said, the first thing I looked at when I had a full body scan in March of 2006 was to see if anything was noted about my lungs. I was relieved when the lungs weren't mentioned but then the next scan at the end of that summer once again mentioned a lung nodule and a small thorax node lit up. Again, it wasn't anything that concerned my doctor. It did worry me so I was once again relieved by the fact that the March of 2007 scan didn't note anything in my lungs. It wasn't until I was huffing and puffing my driveway today that it occurred to me that the end of summer scans might show these little lungs buggers because of unhealthy ozone levels irritating my lungs. At this point I'm on an annual scan schedule so I won't have another full body PET/CT scan until March of 2008.My aha moment added into my being glad that I won't be getting a six month scan this year. The point is that if the ozone issues aggravate my lungs and cause barnacles to show up at the end of summer, a scan at the end of winter is much better. The scanning issue in general is one that I'm not entirely resolved about. It bothers me that there isn't a standard for Stage III melanoma. Many of the large melanoma clinics handle it differently. A few don't do any asymptomatic scans, some every 3 months, some every 6 months and some like mine once a year. I had more frequent scans initially because of my concerns over the chronic pain I've had since my LND. The problem was that my first scan 6 months after surgery showed a mass in the basin where I had the lymphadectomy and that had to be followed up on with another scan in 3 months. Now things have settled down and I shouldn't need any more scans until March 2008. Tonight that suits me. Who knows what will suit me tomorrow.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Madam Dragonfly

I have noticed a number of dragonflies in my garden and I'm happy to have them. They feast on mosquitoes,or so I've heard, and mosquitoes love me a lot more than I love them. I've never had my camera at the ready when one of the colorful dragonfly's were buzzing about but I was ready for this one. The problem was that she was sporting a tasteful beige outfit and was far too well adapted to blend into the background. She kept landing at exactly the right spot for her natural camouflage. At first I thought her wings were rectangles because the rounded ends were the translucent part and since she kept landing on old leaves her ability to blend into her environment was pretty amazing.
I'll admit that I tried my best to encourage her to land on a red daisy but she wasn't having any of that. She would circle back around and wind up on the old leaves. The closest I got to encouraging her towards a better background was when she landed near a single blade of grass. She may not be the most colorful star in my garden but boy can she fly. That alone makes me pea green with envy, as Scarlett would say.I've been thinking more about my garden as a sanctuary. I know at various times when I've been down, the scent and sites in my garden have cheered me up. I almost always have something growing that I can bring inside too. Sometimes I get down about what I can't do anymore but that's silly considering how much I can do. I think I'm going to try to remember to go out on my deck and swing more in the morning before it gets too hot. Kicking back on my porch swing is something I used to enjoy and I don't know why I don't do that more. Perhaps I could start having my morning coffee on my deck swing and then head off for my pre-work walk. That is a good way to start off the day and as long as I don't over sleep there's no reason not to get into a routine like that.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Mess Hall

Yesterday when I went into my back yard to play around with close-ups some more, my first thought was what a mess. The top picture doesn't adequately capture the mess because my camera gravitated towards the monster crepe myrtle as it tends to do this time of year. Even so, it's obvious I have quite a jumble of plants and vines and trees.
As an exercise, I decided to focus on the feeders that are fairly easy to photograph. Unlike the birds that won't let me get too close (smart birds), the smaller feeders could care less for the most part. While I was snapping pictures, it crossed my mind that my backyard is not only a mess, it's a Mess Hall. Providing food for a wide range of life. Yep, a weak pun, sorry about that.
Apart from the mosquitoes, most of the wild life in my garden, including a host of bees in different sizes and shapes, find so much to eat that I'd have to run into one, for them to bother with me. I don't even pay any attention to the bees anymore. I ignore them and they ignore me because the flowers are what they are interested in, not stinging me.
I have seriously considered moving to a small apartment from time to time. As long as I had a balcony for a container garden, I think it might be a good move for me. Dealing with 23 years of accumulated stuff would perhaps be the biggest challenge but leaving my garden would also be hard. I'm still relatively young (almost 50) but I have been thinking more in terms of convenience and easy maintenance as a result of my melanoma diagnosis and even more as a result of the issues following my lymph node dissection.What worries me the most about moving is what will happen to the Mess Hall and the shelter to so many different species. I envision the overgrown bushes being whacked down to the point that a zillion birds would lose their shelter. It's silly considering the fact that this happens on such a huge scale when a forest is turned into a subdivision and much of the wildlife thriving here would move on (barring the ones killed by pesticides and herbicides which would probably be used whole sale by most people trying to tame my big old mess).
The fact that I'm thinking like this must mean I'm not ready to make a move. Let's face it, even someone as odd as me isn't going to stay put so an ant has a colorful flower that sets off it's sleek profile. It's odd how attached I've become to where I live. This was never supposed to be my one and only house. When we bought this house in 1984, we planned on moving in 5 to 10 years. Particularly strange that I'd hesitate about making a move when my house and garden are both seriously a mess, not well maintained, cluttered, and slightly dilapidated. But it's my mess as well as home to countless living entities who find shelter in my garden.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Equally imperfect choices

I have continued to be addicted to medblogs for a few weeks, maybe longer, but as long as it doesn't interfere with my job or other important aspects of my life, I guess it's a harmless addiction. Medblog addict started her blog as a way to comment on some of the medbloggers stories and I thought I'd copy her and on occasion use my blog to comment in an unobtrusive way about some discussions that hit home. I have commented a few times on a few medblogs and note that other non medical people do too. However, I feel a bit obtrusive continuing to do much of that since it's not my show nor my field. So it occurred to me that what I should do when a topic is pushing my buttons is write about it on my blog. That way I can say as much as I like but I understand it may not be something anyone wants to bother reading.

Sugeonsblog had a thoughtful piece on breast reconstruction, following a mastectomy, and his piece had me hooked right off when he said: Recognizing that it's not clear-cut, rather than pushing a particular approach, I favor being sensitive to the individual; having feelers out to intuit what the woman sitting in front of me needs. He goes on to say When I've been asked my opinion, I've given it. Well, that was a good way of putting it, in my opinion. Although I haven't faced breast cancer, a mastectomy, or breast reconstruction, as a stage III melanoma patient, I am all too aware of the difficulties when confronted with the fact that treatment options are not clear-cut by any stretch of the imagination. Beyond treatment itself, there are numerous sideline issues that arise.

What I was itching to comment on wasn’t Dr. Shwab’s piece. Hot on the heels of his post was another medblogger, Dr. Dino, and her post So-Called Choices was the one that got me thinking. She was quick to point out that she wasn’t trying to bash Dr. Schwab. What she said in part was: I agree that not only do we all have our biases, but I would like to point out that it is the nature of the physician-patient relationship -- as a practical matter -- to use those biases all the time to make choices for our patients. That is our job.
I don’t want to misrepresent her thoughts because she discussed how it was their job to present the patient with the information they needed as to why the course we are recommending is the "choice" they should make.. She was also clear that she wasn’t talking about a paternalistic attitude, however, she was describing the physician’s job as being one in which the patient is told what they should do and why (or that’s what it seemed like from her examples). She made the point that: Many times, as a practical matter, the only way a patient can make a different choice is to consult another physician. That is of course true. However, the part that got me thinking the most was when she discussed how a friend was presented with many different options from different care facilities when she was researching heart valve replacement. Dr. Dino said: Here's what I told her: If there were one clearly superior procedure, it would be the only one. The more different people there are telling you different things, the less it matters; your chances of doing well are good whatever you choose.

I imagine that’s true in many situations but what I wonder about are situations where your chances aren’t great no matter what you choose but some people do beat abysmal odds and not always with the same treatments. Dr. Dino’s point, in terms of her examples, was: How are patients supposed to figure all this stuff out? They're not. We're the doctors. We're the ones who are supposed to know about these things. We are the ones who should be making the decisions. There's nothing wrong with this. It's our job. Within the context of her examples, that makes sense, but I still get hung up on how that can translate to the issues which people with certain cancers face. I am fortunate to go to a large research university and see a doctor who has melanoma as one of his main specialties. However, I know enough know to know that if I had happened to go to another large research university, certain aspects of my care might have been different.

All in all, I think I probably went to the right place for me. I do wish I’d known to research clinical trials when I decided not to do the only FDA approved adjuvant treatment for stage III melanoma (interferon) after my lymph node dissection. However, I think to a large extent it is up to the patient to indicate if they are interested in clinical trials. By the time I got interested in that route, I was too far out from surgery but so far so good. The part that is a bigger deal to me is how well respected doctors have completely different options they offer, depending on what hospital they are at, and some seem to have strong opinions. I know people who didn’t want to do interferon but were pushed into it by their doctors. My doctor was neutral about it. He offered it but when I didn’t want to do it he stayed neutral. I have no regrets about not doing interferon so that worked well for me.

The cancer centers which are heavily involved with leukines (GM-CSF) sometimes mention that as a possible adjuvant treatment to stage III and IV melanoma patients, although it’s not FDA approved yet for melanoma. My point is the same patient could go to several places and get totally different opinions but it’s not because the choices are equally good or bad. The problem is that no one knows. Some people do benefit from some of the options in and out of trial, or the one FDA approved adjuvant treatment for my stage of melanoma, but none of the options are particularly impressive statistically speaking. That’s not to say that it’s a hopeless situation because it’s not but by any stretch of the imagination hopeless. Now that I’m past the two year mark, I’m increasingly hopeful. However, in terms of the options which stage III and stage IV melanoma patients have, it’s not so much a question of equally good options as it is of equally ambiguous options. The fact that 5 different centers might give them 5 different opinions doesn’t mean that the chances of doing well are good no matter what you choose.

I also realize that Dr. Dino wasn’t talking about this type of situation and could just as easily have found an example where the chances are of not doing well no matter what you choose. My point is that there are times when doctors should make sure their patient knows that there are different options and that they might have a bias based on their research interest but that so do other universities. I am not suggesting there is anything sinister in a bias based on a research interest. The opposite, in fact, is what I mean. Doctors trying to develop better treatments for melanoma patients should believe in the treatments they are working on. However, it’s the patient who should make the decision unless they want their doctor to. In my opinion they should be told that there is more than one way to make an omelet and that they have mushrooms available for their omelets but the place over there has feta cheese.

In conclusion, I do think that it would be nice in some situations if when doctors tell their patients that they prefer such and such option, that they also mention that statistically option B has a similar outcome. Based on what I hear from people who go to melanoma centers throughout the U.S. and in other countries, that’s generally not how it comes down. I also don’t think there’s one best place for everyone. Even the places with the best reputations have told people that their main options are palliative (here I’m talking about stage IV melanoma patients) and those same people have bought time, and in some cases long term remission, with a treatment offered somewhere else.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

I've done it now

I've gone and done it now. After joking in my post yesterday about how my blog was PG rated by a rating service and how silly that was for a G rated lady like me to have my post rated PG, all it took was me joking around in that post to get an R rating. Yep, I'm now rated R. Why you may wonder (or not but I'm telling ya anyway). My sins are I am now up to the following offenses: pain mentioned 11 times, crap 7 times, hell 6 times, hurt 1 times. So I guess it follows that if you have chronic pain, deal with the crap following a melanoma diagnosis, say crap because you are somewhat restrained and don't want to say shit, and mention that you hurt, then you have an R rating according to this service. Yep, I'm still on this silly topic. Maybe it's time for me to jump back into a flower or two.
Oh crap I got bit by a mosquito taking that picture. Ouch, that sure hurts. Oh hell, can't I even play in my garden without getting into trouble. My poor flowers may die if we don't get another shower soon. Warning, what follows gets serious and possibly depressing so if anyone is reading this and wants to stop with the joking part this is a good place to stop.

This whole subject started me thinking about how an adult blog which in part deals with some of the less fun things about cancer isn't suitable for children except for the sad fact that people of all ages are affected by cancer. Children themselves, parents with young children, and all ages upward. My father lost his mother to cancer when he was in his early teens (actually I guess he was a pre-teen with his mother) and he lost his father to another disease when he was around 14. I remember him telling me what a relief it was when his children were grown up because one of the scariest things to him about being a parent was fears about his own mortality and not wanting them to go through what he went through.

I know that one of the hardest things for some of the brave parents I've gotten to know through the MPIP who are dealing with a melanoma diagnosis has been fears for their children. Then there are parents who are caregivers to their children who have late stage melanoma which must be the hardest thing any parent can face (their children's mortality whatever the cause). I guess all this got me thinking about how, no matter what we do to protect our children, we can't always protect them from what's way beyond our control. Cancer is sadly one of those things.