The Calm and Then the Storm

I finished that year of Interferon treatment in March of 2012. The next few years were AMAZING. I married my boyfriend Corey in August 2012 on a beach in Maui under a blue moon. Life couldn't possibly be any better. We had this incredible "life plan" since him and I are both compulsive planners. He would go to school to be a respiratory therapist while I worked full time and support us, and as soon as he graduated I would begin my program for dental hygiene while he worked full time. This would minimize our debt and student loan amount. Toward the end of my schooling we would start planning our family, I would work part time at my dental office and we would purchase our first home shortly after, (with a beautiful nursery). After all, I had now been cancer free for four years! I was still having CT scans every six month of my chest, abdomen and pelvis, and seeing my oncologist every 3 months. But you know what they say... if you want to hear God laugh tell him your plans.

And then it begins... 

In February 2015 things were going great. Our "life plan" was right on track. I was in great shape and running nearly every day, as well as acing all of my dental hygiene courses. I was set to graduate in 4 months and already had a job waiting for me. I had an appointment with my oncologist to review my latest scan results, and I was going to share with him our news that we will have to postpone our next round of scans in six months because we were finally ready to start a family!

The appointment was scheduled right before I had to be at clinic to see a patient. I was dressed in my scrubs and hoping for a quick visit so I could make it to school on time. My oncologist was out of town so the appointment was with his physician assistant. I'll never forget the way she told me the news, "we need to talk about your scans". There would be no pleasant small talk. There would be no talk about starting a family. Instead the next 20 minutes were spent going over the results of my CT scan. "Several nodules in the lungs"... "the doctor has a plan". This was the closest I have ever come to passing out. My eyes started going dark and I could barely breathe. She had to run out of the room and get me some water. My first thoughts were that this had to be a mistake... did they mix up my scan with some else's? I asked her if they were positive it was melanoma and she said they were. I would have a full body PET scan, and meet with my doctor when he returned.

Of course I was by myself for this appointment (which I preferred). I messaged my instructor and said I wouldn't be in class that day, drove straight home, and cried.

I didn't tell my friends or family until after my PET scan results since we didn't know exactly what we were dealing with. The PET scan showed that there were only two melanoma tumors, one in the tip of each lung. My doctors plan was simple, two separate lung resection surgeries to remove the tumors and the tips of each lung. Since it metastasized to only one organ there was a good chance that  it was done, and would stop there. I was actually relieved after that appointment with him, I felt confident and optimistic. No systemic treatment was needed at this time and we could go back to watching and waiting.

First Lung Resection- February 2015

My first surgery went very smoothly. I had a couple incisions on my side and back from the surgery, and a chest tube draining fluids from my lung. (Removing that chest tube was the most painful part of the ordeal!). My surgery was Thursday and I was back in clinic Monday morning seeing patients.

Second Lung Resection- March 2015

This surgery was a little bit more complicated. He had to remove a larger piece of lung, and then I had a leak in my lung after surgery which prevented me from going home for two days. Recovery was a little more rough from this one as well, walking was difficult and I felt like I could barely breathe for a few weeks.

Remission (but not really) 

Throughout these lung surgeries I had been having some issues with my vision. I would see a dark shadow in the upper corner of my left eye that was persistent, and my eye was bloodshot. I went to my ophthalmologist for an eye exam and nothing out of the ordinary was found. After telling my oncologist about my symptoms he ordered a brain and orbital MRI. Everything came back clear. I continued to heal from my lung surgeries and visited my oncologist about two weeks later to have my stitches removed. It was this appointment that declared me officially NED, (no evidence of disease). I  then mentioned to him that I was still having the visual disturbances, and he looked closely at my eye. He told me to call my ophthalmologist again because something was obviously going on with my eye. I called my eye doctor as soon as I left my oncologists office and they had me drive right over. (Thankfully when you're a stage IV melanoma patient ALL of your doctors take you very seriously). They did another eye exam, except this time they saw something happening. It looked like something was pushing into my eye from the side, and causing an indentation. He immediately got on the phone with a retina specialist who agreed to see me for an eye ultra sound the next morning.

It seems my NED status was a false alarm. After having an eye ultrasound a tumor measuring 22 mm was found in the medial rectus muscle of my left eye. (Thank you Jenoa for accompanying me to the worst appointment of my life, since Corey couldn't make it.) During the appointment treatment options were discussed including possibly having to remove my entire eye! The retina specialist immediately called my oncologist, and an ocular surgeon in Portland to schedule my appointment as soon as possible.

Honestly, learning about the tumor in my eye muscle was worse than learning about the lung tumors and my initial stage IV diagnosis. I think it was because of all that I had just gone through with my lungs, and then thinking it was gone... and also the fact that this means there would most likely be more tumors... many more.

Eye muscle resection surgery- March 2015

The orbital surgeon that I was scheduled with is one of the top in the country! He thinks he can remove the muscle which contains the tumor without removing my eye, which is amazing news. This is an outpatient procedure at Casey Eye Institute in Portland, so after we stay the night with my in-laws in Newberg. This was a ROUGH surgery!! Far worse than my lung surgeries or my neck dissection back in 2011. Every time I blinked or moved my eyes the pain was excruciating. I had a swollen black eye for several weeks. A week later I received a phone call from Dr. Ng himself (my eye surgeon), saying that the pathology report came back and it seems that he wasn't able to get all the cancer cells. The cells had grown through the muscle and were loose in my eye socket. I hung up the phone with him and once again, cried.

The Beginning

I found this blog that I started back in 2011 which got pushed aside after just a one entry so I thought I'd update it a little and continue, because SO MUCH has happened since then. I'm not a writer by any means, so please bare with me!


September 2010,
I noticed an area on my scalp that felt different. A raised area that felt like a mosquito bite that itched and tingled. I made an appointment right away to have it looked at by a dermatologist. I was really nervous at that appointment and scared I would here the word "cancer". The physician assistant took one look at it and said it was nothing to worry about... however she wasn't really sure what it was... some type of mole or birthmark? She called the Dermatologist in and he also looked and confirmed it was nothing to worry about. They even laughed a little when they saw how relieved I was. They made the comment "what did you think it was.... cancer?" I left relieved that day and pushed it out of my mind for three whole months.

December 2010,
The area on my scalp seemed to be getting slightly bigger.... and itched more... I felt like it just wasn't right. Something tells me to return to that dermatologist and have them biopsy and remove the spot. Still I'm not too concerned. After all, they had said it was NOT cancer....

Two days after my 26th birthday I get the call. The PA tells me it DID turn out to be Melanoma, and they were so surprised because it didn't look like it at all. They then sent me to a surgical Oncologist to have a consultation. I go to this appointment by myself. I still haven't told my family. I've always been the type to handle difficult situations on my own, and not depend on others. I was treating my cancer the same way, which looking back seems ridiculous. We schedule a CT scan, brain MRI, PET scan and chest x-ray. Along with many blood labs. I leave his office crying. Two days later I hear that everything came back clear! This means as far as we can tell the cancer has not spread to any of my organs.

January 2011,
My first surgery goes according to plan. A two hour surgery where he removed a large area around where the cancer was (he had to shave some of my hair) and place a skin graft over it that he took from my thigh. He also removed 2 lymph nodes from my neck to test for cancer. If it had traveled into my lymph system that's the first place it would go. More bad news. Yes in fact my sentinal lymph node contained a 2 mm cluster of cancerous melanocytes. The cancer had spread. Once again I left his office crying.

Ready for surgery! My very first time even being inside a hospital

February 2011,
My boyfriend gets me a kitten for Valentines Day and does so much to try to make me feel better. It's time to go back to the operating room. This time for a partial radical neck dissection. What was supposed to take two hours ends up taking four because my surgeon spends extra time avoiding and working around the nerve that gives feeling to my ear. Normally during this surgery the nerve is severed, and you have a permanently numb ear. The fact that he saw this nerve right away, and then took time and patience to work around it makes me very grateful. I have all feeling in my neck and ear. He made an incision from my ear to my collar bone and removed the lymph nodes to have them biopsied. All of the rest came back negative for cancer! He also placed a groshong catheter in my chest which they would use to administer my cancer treatment for the next month. The next 2 weeks were HORRIBLE. I could barely move my neck and there was so much pain. The scar was so ugly, and I had a six inch tube hanging from my chest. I could barely look in the mirror. I just wanted this to be over.

Back to the Doctor I go. We discuss statistics again. I don't enjoy hearing those numbers, but it's important to know the severity of my disease. In my case there is a 68% chance I will survive 10 years, (or something close to that, I don't exactly remember).  I leave his office, but this time I'm not crying. I now know all of the facts and what my challenges will include, and I'm determined to beat this.

March 2011,
I begin my Interferon treatment. It's like chemo but not as harsh. Interferons are made naturally by the body and help boost your immune system. The goal of this is to prevent or postpone the cancer from returning. The first month is hard. 5 days a week for 4 weeks I had to go to the cancer center and sit in a recliner in the chemo room. I was the youngest by far. I had all my hair, and a positive outlook. I'm determined to keep working full time. I want to work to keep my mind off everything as much as possible. So I work 8 hours and then go to my treatment. I'm so weak by the time I get home I go pretty much straight to bed. Walking up the stairs is a trying journey. One step at a time. I'd spend the night having cold sweats and chills, with body aches, just to wake up and do it all over again. They say if you stay active it helps keep the fatigue away, so I do. I run on the treadmill and even lift a little weights. Trying so hard to live a normal life. I want this tube out of my chest. It makes breathing hard. My boyfriend Corey is incredibly supportive. Four weeks pass, I survived the first month! That month would be the hardest since now it's an injection I will do myself three times a week. A lower dose. Good thing I'm not afraid of needles. I begin the injections and start to feel a little better. The fatigue is still there, and will be for the next nine months.

I'm now in month 5 and my hair is thinning a little bit which is very disappointing...after all it's the only thing I have to cover my neck scar...

One month of interferon injections

At this point I see my oncologist once a month and dermatologist every three months. Along with CT scan every 4 months. Life is beginning to return to normal. I pray a lot and I'm thankful for every day. I remember spending hours lying in bed wondering "why?" This of course is a ridiculous question because none of us know... God has a plan and although we might not understand the purpose at this moment, we must keep our faith.