Sunday, January 29
I recall the thrill and excitement in kindergarten when the teacher would break out the huge boxes filled with art supplies. Now let me be clear, I was not the most adept art student at any time in my life – heck, colors were and still are difficult for me to distinguish. However, at five years old, I loved the prospect of playfully creating. I especially loved colored construction paper paired with the endless choice of those wonderful tools – markers, crayons, pencils, pastels, scissors, erasers glue, tape and sometimes even stickers in that large, plastic, covetable art box set out for each table group. This was an innocent, joyful experience of youth for me.
On Tuesday evening past, I received a pre-dinner phone call from the UCSF researcher, Dr. Thomas Hope. He is the coordinator of the PMSA PET Scan trial in which I am participating. He called me at home to personally explain the results of both my recent scans. Mind you, this is only the second time in my life I had received a call at home from a doctor in his professional capacity!
I am not sure of the exact research study question that Dr. Hope is attempting to answer, but a direct benefit to me for my participation in the study are these super powerful specific images of my cancer (more info). Up until now I’ve had 4 traditional Bone scans. The results:
4/14: Focus of intense activity on the left pubic body.
8/29: No evidence of osseous (bony) metastatic disease.
10/31: No evidence of osseous (bony) metastatic disease.
12/15: Activity on the left pubic body.
New focus of abnormal activity in the acetabulum (hip).
Intense abnormal activity in the inferior sacrum.
The picture on the left shows the results of the fancy new PMSA PET scan.
The activity sites are:
1 -> Scapula, 2-> Ribs, 3 ->Hip,
4 & 5 ->Pelvis and 6 -> Sacrum.
Of course, I do not have the ability to interpret this data nor understand its implication for treatment. However, it seems like the cancer cells have a keen desire to set up shop in my bones. Thus, my intuition is to reach into that large, plastic, covetable art box, pull out the biggest eraser I could find and gayly expunge all those black spots…………Perhaps this would prove no evidence of disease. I’d stop my drug treatment and merrily pick up my life where I’d left off last April.
Oh the joys of the innocence of youth………………