Happy2balive….if my experience is any indication, please don’t let your post Whipple pain ruin your holidays. I’ve been told that living with pain and a return of cancer are mutually exclusive. I was diagnosed on September 11, 2009 shortly after my fiftieth birthday. My Whipple was successful, a cancerous tumor was removed and I underwent treatment for the next 9 months. That was called the sandwich treatment and it consisted of 3 months of chemotherapy (Gemzar), 7 weeks of radiation/chemotherapy (5FU) finishing up with 3 months of chemotherapy (Gemzar). By the time I had my last treatment, I literally crawled into my Oncologists office feeling that I had been pushed to the absolute limits of my human endurance.
I had been experiencing considerable abdominal pain after my surgery so Oxycontin was prescribed. A couple weeks after my last treatment, I stopped taking Oxycontin and was ready to start living life to it’s fullest. I was under no restictions except for an abdominal hernia that came about as a result of the surgery. That has since been repaired. It wasn’t long before I discovered that the abdominal pain was not going away. I had various levels of pain on an almost daily basis. I took to calling these pains the octopus that lives inside me. Seems like I’m constantly massaging my abdomen and when someone noticed, I would say “the octopus is a bit cranky today”. Sometimes the pain would put me to my knee’s for a few minutes and a couple times it was like a bomb went off in me and I was actually hospitalized.
To summarize some of the salient points of how my life is affected, I would include the following items:
- As a three year survivor I have scans every six months and nothing has ever been found to indicate what is causing the pain. As long as they stay cancer free, I can deal with it.
- In trying every option available to me, I’m under the care of five doctors. Besides a GP, Surgeon and Oncologist, I meet with a pain management specialist and Integrative Medicine doctor. I’m currently on daily pain medication but have tried every reasonable option under the sun. What I have found is while Oxycodone provides relief; prayer, acupuncture and reiki do not. I have analyzed everything I eat, think, say, do and feel searching for a root cause, but for now it’s a mystery. Best guess is adhesions.
- After battling through the first three years without ever fully leaving work, I’m currently on a six month disability. I’m hoping this break in the action facilitates some healing plus the fatigue from pain medication makes things tough.
- No matter the pain level, I try my best to give thanks each day that I’m still alive. The statistics are sobering and don’t seem to have changed much over the years. I also make sure to include fun and excitement in my life. For example, my wife and I realized a long time dream of rafting down theGrand Canyonthis spring.
Lastly, I have found that as much as “post whipple pain” can be lumped into a general category; I have four distinct types of pain. The first is what I previously referred to as the cranky octopus which varies from pain level two to ten, second is a full feeling after eating (regardless of what’s eaten or portion size) that causes distress. Sometimes even a cup of cereal or yogurt feels like I just had a huge Thanksgiving feast, third is if I get too active over a period of time, my hernia repair flares up causing excruciating pain where the mesh and tacks are and last is what feels like the bomb going off that is so painful I can’t describe it as I almost lose my mind when I’m under it’s hold.
I have spent considerable time trying to find others that suffer from this disabling condition. It appears though, that between the small number of survivors and small number of chronic pain sufferers within that group, there would be too small of a control group to even think about doing any studies. It does cause me to feel quite alone at times and to sometimes question my sanity. If I wasn’t blessed with an incredible group of supportive people within my family, friends and co-workers, it seems that life could really become unmanageable.