I’m dying?

Funny, but I don’t feel like a dying man, nor am I eager to find out what that’s like. No matter what the medical experts think, I don’t feel as though I’m dying. 

All the indicators are there: I’m dying. I’m old and I have myeloma. Myeloma is incurable and I’ve probably had it for at least a decade, but I was only diagnosed with it in the fall of 2019. At that point I already had lytic lesions (caused by myeloma) in my femurs, especially my right femur. I suffered through chemotherapy for almost three years before abandoning that course of action in September, 2022. Now, I’m palliative. That means that I have a medical team that aims to reduce my pain to tolerable levels. As soon as they hear ‘palliative’ many people immediately assume end-of-life, but the two don’t necessarily equate. I’m still mobile. I just had my driver’s licence renewed (although I rarely drive), I’m getting back into drawing and watercolour. I’m writing, obviously. I’m not bedridden. 

We are all so different. Myeloma is especially idiosyncratic. In fact, there are several types of myeloma affecting individuals in various ways. One of the distinct problems with oncology today in an outback like British Columbia is that there are few resources that are dedicated to dealing with cancer. It can look like there are lots of resources, but there aren’t really when it comes to dealing with diseases like myeloma and its treatments. If you check out the BC Cancer Agency’s (BCCA) website, you’ll learn that almost 30,000 new cases of cancer were reported in 2019, the year I was diagnosed. It would take an inordinate amount of money and other resources to deal with that number of new cases, let alone the number of people already identified with cancer in the years before 2019. The numbers are staggering. The challenge daunting. 

When I was diagnosed in 2019 I was put on a standard chemotherapy protocol. That didn’t work. It caused a rash around my midsection that was incredibly itchy. Considering the failure of the first protocol, I was put on another protocol, this time with three drugs. Anyway, over the next few months, the protocol failures outnumbered the successes so that, eventually, just a couple of months ago I quit chemo altogether. There may have been another drug I could have potentially used, but it would have required very close, ongoing, and individualized care. An oncologist at BCCA told me that they just didn’t have the resources to deal with that kind of individualized need, that is, for me. So, here I am, palliative. 

I want to write about Jim Carr for a paragraph or two. He was a Canadian Federal Minister of International Trade Diversification elected in Winnipeg, Manitoba, first in 2015, then again in 2019 at which time he was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. He was in his late 60s at the time and received a stem cell transplant and dialysis along with chemotherapy. He died on December 12th, 2022. He gave his last speech to the House of Commons on December 6th. I can’t be certain about this, but it may be that Carr had a form of myeloma that specifically attacks the kidneys. His early treatment with dialysis indicates to me that his kidneys were failing, probably the thing that ultimately led to his death. So, was it myeloma or kidney failure that killed him? I have no information about any of his symptoms. I only have what was reported in the news. Still, a few things come to mind about his case. The news reports indicate that he was diagnosed in the fall of 2019, just as I was. It appears the chemo treatments didn’t work for him any more than they worked for me. In fact, I strongly suspect that had I not had any chemotherapy I’d be no worse off for it now. Chemotherapy must not have worked for Carr either otherwise he would have shown more positive results and lived longer. 

The fact that Carr was up and about giving a speech to the House of Commons on December 6th and died on the 12thindicates to me* that kidney failure ultimately precipitated his death. The oncologist we spoke with at the BC Cancer Agency after I had decided to quit chemotherapy insisted that I would not likely die precipitously but would experience a slow degeneration of my health over a period of months if not years. The fact is that people die of myeloma for a number of reasons and over various periods of time between diagnosis and death. As I’ve noted before, myeloma is notoriously difficult to diagnose so people like me might have myeloma for years before being officially diagnosed. That might have been the case for Jim Carr too. For all I know he might have been one of those people who doesn’t easily talk about how he feels and would want to ‘tough it out’. 

One observation around the news reports of Carr’s myeloma diagnosis is that Carr could fight this.  Of course, people want to say ‘the right thing’, at times like this. Commentators from Trudeau to Joly to any number of politicians, federal and provincial stated things like: Carr has been “a leader in many fights, and this one is another one [he] will win.”** Well, no, he could not win the fight, nor can any of us. Besides, it’s not a fight. Myeloma is incurable. It can be treated to some extent, but even in the face of all the positive talk from the oncology community, nobody walks away from myeloma alive, and ultimately, no one walks away from life alive. 

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*a rank medical outsider to be sure but a keen observer nonetheless of my own illness and that of others.

**https://www.ctvnews.ca/politics/trade-minister-jim-carr-diagnosed-with-cancer-says-spirits-are-high-1.4655348

75 UP

So, this post is about what’s up with me now. I’ve reconciled myself with the fact of my frailty, which I share with all living things. It stands to reason that my body is not as it was twenty or even ten years ago. All individuals of all species, plant and animal have a life course. We’re all born. Even trees, but some of those individuals die young (like the trees that are being cut in the hills above Cumberland), some trees live out what must be considered the outer limit of life’s potential, in the Carmanah Valley, for instance, no thanks to BC’s forest industry. Some of us humans die young. Some die hacked to death in a stupid race war in Rwanda in 1994. Others die horrible deaths in the ovens of Auschwitz. Still others, of all species, die of inborn problems, with their DNA or or whatever. In the end we are all frail, even the biggest and toughest among us, and vulnerable. For most plants and animals eventually, the soft, squishy material that we’re made of becomes increasingly brittle and inelastic as we age and approach our inevitable ends. My squishy material is definitely becoming worn out. It still has some bounciness in it, but nothing like it had years ago, and there’s no turning back. But on with the story.

Being one who kind of likes living (even given what I write above) I dutifully injected B12 into my legs (alternating left and right) once a day for a week mid-January and since then I’ve injected once a week.*That should replenish my B12 levels and keep me going. It may take some time for increased amounts of B12 in my blood to make a difference to my energy levels, but I can be patient as I know that results will come. Of course, I’m fighting a losing battle. We all are. Death will catch up with me regardless of how much B12 I inject or how many chemo drugs I take. I find it almost funny that we talk about medicine, police, firefighters, paramedics, etcetera as saving lives. The best they can do, in reality, is allow life to go on a bit longer, to postpone death. In any case, I have my B12 situation under control.

In terms of myeloma, I’m off chemo drugs for at least a month. Myeloma protein is barely detectable in my blood so this is a good time to lay off for a while and see how things go. It would be grand to get some relief from side effects for a time. Next month sometime they’ll check my blood again to see what the status of my paraproteins(myeloma proteins) are. I can easily go back on chemo if the bloodwork shows a rise in paraproteins. During our last phone call my local GP/oncologist uttered the word remission. I hope he’s right but only time will tell.

Another thing has come to plague me. It looks like it’s true that nastiness comes in threes. I’m getting a CT scan on Monday of my left jaw. I saw an endodontist a while ago because of excruciating pain in one of my left upper molars. He figures I need a root canal. Well, that’s probably true, but because I had a lesion in my left lower jaw that required radiation treatment earlier this year, I wanted some assurance that this issue with my upper jaw wasn’t also due to myeloma. It may be that I should be more trusting, but the symptoms caused by a myeloma lesion and a rotten tooth are similar so I just wanted a little reassurance. I got that when I spoke with an oncologist at the BC Cancer Agency in Victoria last month. She ordered the CT scan the results of which will determine whether I get a root canal or more radiation. My, my. Life can be complicated.

In the meantime, I’m back to doing some drawing. I got a very cheap but good set of coloured pencils for my birthday last month, so I did a couple of drawings. Here they are:

Christmas cactus head on view.
Christmas cactus side view.

I have one more I want to do with the coloured pencils using a different profile. Then I want to do a couple more in watercolour on proper paper, and maybe in acrylic on a large canvas. I’ll have to assess my level of energy before I undertake a large(ish) canvas, but I seem to be getting stronger every day now.

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*If you haven’t read my post from January 13, 2022, you might want to do so now. It outlines my experience with B12 deficiency and pernicious anemia.