Bone Cancer: Part 3: PET-CT Followup in Kirk's Office





Kirk (see photo) said that the PET/CT Scan showed two areas where cancer is likely. One is the ping pong ball lesion on her ilium that we already knew about; the other is a spot in her pancreas that we didn't know about. Although Kirk assured us that her life can be prolonged, I later learned online that her odds of surviving until next year are only 10%. 

During our visit with him, she asked that Kirk do the following: 

(1) Prescribe something for her rapidly worsening pain. (He gave her Tylenol with Codeine, and told her to let him know when she needs something stronger.) 

(2) Put a note in her chart saying that she wants to begin the process of obtaining life-ending medication through the Oregon Death with Dignity Act. He readily agreed to do this, and added that it's best to apply early (perhaps, he was thinking of instances in which people have been accused of goading a sick relative into suicide).

When we got up the next morning, the results of the blood tests that she had on her way to Kirk's office were online. They were normal with the sickening exception of the CA 19-9 pancreatic tumor marker. The normal value for this test is 37; Peggy scored +1000.

As we were leaving Kirk's office the previous day, my eyes had met his, and I saw in them an expression of horror unlike anything I've ever seen on anyone. I couldn't imagine the reason for this because I had thought that, since Peggy's body wasn't riddled with tumors, we had years, together, rather than months. When I got home and googled pancreatic cancer survival rates, I knew the reason for his anguish.

For decades, he has never seen one of us without also seeing the other, but I fear that we're nearing a time when, for however long I live, I will see him alone. 

I was working on my grocery list while waiting for Kirk to enter the exam room. When I turned the paper over to write on the back, I found a poem that I had written in the late '70s. When Kirk arrived, Peggy shared it with him, and he spent a long moment pondering it.

I would take Peggy's disease into my body in a heartbeat and count myself lucky to do it, so why is it that I cannot escape the selfishness of continually thinking of my own pain? 

Bone Cancer: Part 2: May 19: PET/CT Scan

Bone Cancer: Part 1

The following was written on May 13, and is the first segment of an ongoing narrative. Please forgive me for leaving you in the lurch; I will get you caught up as soon as I can.

In February, Peggy began to complain of pain shooting down her upper right thigh. On March 5, she went to her internist of 35-years, Kirk Jacobson for diagnosis and treatment. Kirk thought the pain was coming from her hip and ordered a hip x-ray. When nothing was found, he ordered a lumbar spine x-ray. When Peggy saw Kirk again on April 11, he ordered an MRI of her lumbar spine. When bulging discs and stenosis were found, he sent her to a pain specialist named Adam Kemp for a possible nerve block. Peggy saw Kemp on April 24, and was told that the pain might be caused by an inflamed tendon in her right hip, so he ordered an MRI. She had the MRI done six days later, but couldn't see Kemp's schedule for a follow-up appointment until June. 

Because her pain was worsening daily, she called Kemp's office on May 7, and said that she couldn't wait until June to see him. She also asked for a copy of her MRI results but was inexplicably refused. Due to a cancellation, she was able to see Kemp the next day (May 8). While she and I were waiting for him to enter the exam room, a woman walked in, handed Peggy a piece of paper, and walked out. Peggy saw that the paper contained her MRI results, which alluded to "the possibility of metastatic bone lesions to the iliac bone." Kemp hadn't looked at the results prior to entering the room, and, upon seeing them, blamed Oregon Imaging for not alerting him to their seriousness. 

He then ordered three additional imaging tests, but when Peggy called later that day to make an appointment she was told that one of his orders needed clarification. An order that didn't need clarification called for a CT scan of the right hip, and Peggy had one done on May 10, two days after seeing Kemp. This time, she asked Oregon Imaging to send her the results directly. On May 12, they emailed her a report which contained the terror-instilling words: "This most likely represents osseous metastatic disease". 

Eight days later, Oregon Imaging still didn't know what Kemp wanted done despite Peggy, Oregon Imaging, and me making repeated and impassionedd (at least on my part), efforts to find out. She called Kemp's office a final time on May 14, to say she was done seeing him so there was no need for him to clarify his orders. His office called the next day to say that his orders had been clarified. During the week that we wasted calling Kemp, Peggy called Kirk (her internist), and explained the situation. Kirk immediately ordered a PET-CT scan, which is to be done on Monday, May 19.
 
Bone cancer that originates in the bone constitutes only 1% of all cancers. Secondary bone cancer is terminal and can originate in many places. In women, it most commonly migrates from the breasts or lungs. If she has boner cancer and if it came from her breasts (she has yearly mammograms), her odds of being alive in five years is 13%. If the cancer spread from her lungs (she has had lung problems since getting Valley Fever in Fresno, California, in 1986), the likelihood is that she will be dead this time next year.