Electra & AML: The Other Shoe

(See all posts related to Electra's ongoing treatment)


This past week has not been easy. Throughout the course of Electra's treatment, there have been many hard times; when she's felt so sick she can't move, so tired she can barely speak or has been in such pain that she can do neither. But throughout all of this, we've had the positive outlook provided by the knowledge that all the key signs were pointing in the right direction. Electra had gone into remission after the first cycle, she was reacting well to the chemo and recovering quickly and generally her system was behaving the way one would hope. This made the tough times easier to deal with: you expect there to be some setbacks along the way (infections, fatigue, pain). But we were comforted to know that the key metrics, those that give the best indication of how she will react to the treatment, all showed positive. This past week, that all changed. I should note here that I haven't done much research into this yet, so it's quite possible I'll misunderstand some of this and so much of what I say here might be inaccurate, but I'll do my best from what I do understand.

Last Wednesday, Electra got test results back from her last bone marrow biopsy, which were taken after she completed her first round of chemo, several weeks ago. These results take longer to process because they involve genetic analysis. And the results showed the presence of a chromosome abnormality called Trisomy 8, meaning an extra set of genes on chromosome 8. This was detected initially, but the expectation was that the chemotherapy would eradicate this abnormality. It has failed to do so.

The upshot of this is that the chemo is likely to wipe out Electra's cancer, but it will return; maybe in a few months, maybe in a few years, but it will come back. Since chemo is by no means a silver bullet, and in fact should be avoided as much as possible, one cannot simply sit back and wait for a recurrence and hit it again with chemo (and why would you want to given the effects of the treatment?) So they are going to need to go with a more extreme type of treatment. Specifically, it looks like Electra will now almost certainly need a bone marrow transplant and possibly full-body radiotherapy.

The good news is that her brother Phillip is an excellent match for bone marrow donation (and apparently he doesn't even have to get a giant needle in the back to do it, they can now extract stem cells from his blood and grow the marrow, which is quite frankly awesome). And further, this treatment should have a positive outcome in the end, as the success rate is very high.

The downside is that the treatment is even harder to deal with than chemo alone. I don't want to overstate it, so I will write another post once I've done my research, but from what I know so far, it means that the recovery time is much longer, being measured in years not months. It means strict limits on interactions with children (obviously very limiting for Electra's career as a paediatric speech and language therapist), and strict limits on travel, especially foreign travel. It means she will be unable to make it to the wedding in June for which I'm best man, it means our travel plans to Rome, Munich and more are gone; it changes quite a lot. It also means that she will have to leave the Royal Worcester Hospital behind as they are simply not equipped to treat someone with this particular aberration. She will likely be moved to Birmingham, though we need to meet with a specialist to discuss where she would receive the best care and environment, and where she would be the happiest. But it makes everything much more complicated with visiting, and housing and all the rest.

On top of all that, Electra's neutrapenic phase has hit her like a ton of bricks. Apparently, my assessment of it as not-quite-as-bad-as-last-time was premature. It's now gotten much, much worse. She's picked up an infection again, so is running periodic fevers. She's tired a lot. But more than anything else, she's in pain. Almost constantly now. It seems she has picked up a potential fistula or fissure and will likely require surgery to correct it. That, however, has to wait until her immune system is back and her infection cleared. So in the meantime, she must endure agony and an increased risk of infection from that very fistula. It's a delicate balancing act between the risks of the surgery and the risks of infection that the surgery would help reduce. The end result is days or weeks of pain.

Electra has dealt with this well overall, though it's been the first real blow to her confidence and stoicism. Having to shift from "hard to deal with but ultimately good progress" to "actually much worse than we'd thought" has been tough. I admire her ability to stick with it, even if it takes some prodding from yours truly to get her there. But this whole discovery has been truly off-putting and has really hit her quite hard. Physically, it's been difficult and the painkillers (now at a much high dose) only just barely take the edge of some of the time. But emotionally, I think it has taken some of the wind from her sails. That being said, Electra will always regroup and come back even stronger and more determined, and I know that she will tackle this head-on and with tenacity.

As for myself, I don't know how well I'm handling it. I know it'll be OK in the end, but it's hit me pretty hard as well. I guess I hadn't realised exactly how much emphasis I'd put on the so-far positive results we'd seen from the tests. I'm still getting through the day, but have found myself angrier, run-down and less focused than before. I've had a few drinks, perhaps more than I should've, though I've pushed myself now to hold back on that, for fear that I could self-medicate too much. And of course, I stress eat, as I always do. Between that and my lack of gym motivation, the trousers and shirts are starting to feel a wee bit more snug than before. But I guess that's my normal arc: depression, followed by anger and frustration, followed by nose-to-the-grindstone and determination. And I think I'm moving into that phase now, so I will get back on that horse. But I'm not exactly cheered up by it all.

All is of course not lost. As I said, the long-term outcome of this treatment is good, and all our travel plans and the rest are not cancelled; merely delayed. But I would say that this has probably been the worst, most demoralising week we've had thus far.