On 2/8/2007
Heartbrokeningermany wrote:
My 61 year old husband of 38 years was diagnosed with EC on 02/01/07. Since then our wonderful life has turned into a frightening nightmare of tests and waiting. The military doctors want to send him back to Walter Reed but we live within 15 minutes of the University of Heidelberg Klinikum (hospital) which we have gone to for various other surgery and are very comfortable with. I have lost faith in the American doctors and Army hospitals over here because Bill has been going to them for appointment after appointmen and test after test for the last year. The answer is always hurry up and wait - it took two months to get an appointment with Internal Medicine..........
Does anyone have any positive information on Walter Reed? We're not even sure what to do at this point. He has an appointment through the German system for a PET tomorrow and I guess this will tell us where we are in this - not sure what stage or anything else. He also has an appointment with the head of the department at the University hospital. Should we also seek the second opinion fro Walter Reed?
Then there was the idiot who basically told my husband that if the PET showed any metastasis then he should basically just forget any surgery and just receive treatment for pain mangement. He's not in pain, he has no trouble swallowing and I watched all the fight go out of him after this wonderful medical person got done with him.
Have since gone through our German connections to a highly recommended doctor who put the spunk and confidence back in him. It was this German doctor who got us the appointment witht the chief at the university.
This is the hardest thing we have ever gone through and I am trying to be strong for him however now he feels that this is all his fault - yes, he is/was a smoker and yes, we enjoy a good glass of wine with dinner.
I do know from what I have read that the distal adenocarcinoma which the German doctor seems to think it actually started in the stomach junction is not the usual squamous cell one associated with smoking. Please - do any of you have any positive infomation?
PLEASE HELP US
You have my utmost support as I know all too well what you and your husband are going through.
My husband of 42 years (he turned 63 January 17th, 2007) was diagnosed with EC December 21st. 2006. To make a horrible situation worse, it was holiday season, so getting an appointment with an Oncologist was not even possible until the middle of January!
Harley's (my hubby) EC had metastasized to the stomach, liver and possibly to the lungs. :-( So that meant that the cancer was stage IV.
Making matters even worse was that Harley had two stents put into his heart arteries Nov. 22nd, and as a result had to be on blood thinners for at least 1 year. Well, the GI doctor didn't want to do the biopsy in the clinic so referred him to the VA hospital in Sacramento, CA. The biopsy was done January 3rd and the results were what we had feared - stomach, & esophagus. The CT scan had already revealed multiple lesions on his liver. Also, the type of cancer cells is something called Signet Ring carcinoma - a rare cancer and also a very aggressive cancer.
On January 11th, we had the consult with the Oncologist, basically telling us that his cancer was terminal and that we could either do NOTHING (!) or do palliative treatment to make him comfortable. I was furious! What do you mean, do NOTHING???????????
We both told her we were ready to FIGHT this cancer and we wanted to be referred to the Palo Alto VA hospital -they are a teaching hospital that works closely with Stanford University. She agreed (I think just to get rid of us!) and January 23rd we had a consult with the Oncologist in Palo Alto. What a huge difference a different hospital makes! (I'm telling you this, because Harley is getting all of his treatment through the VA, and except for the Sacramento VA hospital, we have nothing but WONDERFUL things to say about the VA system and their treatment of their patients. I hope this gives you some comfort).
The Palo Alto Oncologist ordered another CT scan, and Harley started his first chemo infusion Friday, January 26th. We went home with a multitude of drugs, one of them being chemo pills that Harley was to take for 14 days - 8 pills a day.
At first Harley was very exhausted and obviously depressed (two depressed people is NOT a good thing!). Anyway, he seemed to go downhill and it scared me so much. I know what you mean when you said that you have spent more than half of your life with your husband, and it is such a scary thing, knowing that there is nothing you can do except give him love, support and get as much knowledge about his cancer as possible.
I called Harley's primary doctor and he ordered anti-depressants, but of course they take 4-6 weeks to work. Harley is able to swallow, and is in no pain, but he was so exhausted and depressed that all he would eat (drink) was the Ensure milkshakes I made him (Ensure and ice cream). I was lucky if I could get 3 of those in him a day.
The VA had set up an appt. for a chemo class for Feb. 5th. I really didn't want to drive another 120 miles to the Palo Alto VA, but the VA told me that it was a very important class to attend.
Thank goodness we went! It was actually a one on one class. Mary, (the oncologist nurse) was very nice and sympathetic. Harley had one question - when would he feel better? I interjected at this point and told Mary how exhausted he felt, and what his daily routine was - getting out of bed, to the recliner and back to bed.
Well, that was the problem! Harley wasn't moving, and as a result, his body was becoming weaker and weaker and of course fighting off cancer with a weak body was the worst thing that can happen. So she put him on an exercise program!
Harley was to walk 10 minutes 2x a day, he was not to sit in his recliner for more than 30 minutes at a time - after that he was to get up, move around, and use free weights. He was allowed one nap a day, but no longer than 40 minutes. And he could NOT go back to bed after that until he was ready to retire for the night!
This was the last thing Harley wanted to hear! He couldn't believe that he had to exercise - how on earth could he exercise when he could barely move now? The following day, Feb. 6th, Harley and I went for a walk around our block. He could barely make the walk - he had to stop about 5 times (it's a short block). The second walk of the day was just halfway up our hill and back. He did take his nap, but I set the timer for 40 minutes and he got up and went to the recliner. I set the timer for 30 minutes (I think he was ready to throw the timer out the door!). After the 30 minutes of sitting, he did get up and walked around the house and used the free weights for a tiny bit.
Feb. 7th he walked 2x around the block - this time without stopping! Now, fast forward to today - Harley is walking much longer and much faster. He is up almost the whole day and rarely takes naps anymore! He is using his free weights quite often, and his exhaustion is almost totally gone!
Also, Harley is eating again! He has no problem swallowing, and is hungry again! He lost 6 pounds after his first chemo treatment, but has now gained back almost 3 of those pounds.
The best news is that the tumor has shrunk! Now, we haven't been told this by the doctor, as our next appointment is this Friday, Feb. 16th - that will be when Harley gets his second chemo infusion. But before his first chemo, we could feel the tumor - it was a very hard lump about 4"x4", and actually bulged out slightly so that you could see it on his stomach when he was lying down.
Last night I couldn't see the tumor, and after pressing on his stomach I finally found a very small lump and it was no longer right on top. So we know the tumor has shrunk.
I hope that I have given you some encouragement of the VA system. I can understand your concern when you are comfortable with a different system. But Walter Reed Hospital is where many of our Presidents have been treated, so I would expect that they have only the very best doctors at that facility.
Please update me when you can. I know that Harley and I have a long road ahead of us - when we first started this we were given no hope. But now I feel there IS hope.
Sending gentle hugs,
Azzie