Wednesday, November 7, 2007

The Plan

Diagnosed with bladder cancer in the summer of 2006, my mom underwent three cycles of BCG and/or interferon treatments before she beat it. It was a real adventure because despite bladder cancer being relatively lame (as she and I like to refer to it), my mom was very resistant to treatment. She's had three negative bladder biopsies since November 2006, the most recent of which was in June 2007, but has continued to have pain and complications.

Right-sided flank pain brought her in to see the urologist again in September. Her right kidney was four times the size of what it should be, the ureter was completely occluded, and it looked like it was cancerous. A stent was placed in an effort to dilate the ureter, allow the kidney to drain, and Dr. K was able to take another look and gather some good biopsies of the ureter this past Friday.

Which brings us to today…

This morning, she and I went to meet her primary urologist and the urosurgeon who is to perform the nephrourectomy (like that? kidney & ureter removal). The biopsy results from Friday show very aggressive cancer in her right ureter that has spread to the surrounding muscle, which is still part of the ureter. The best bet is to go ahead with the plan, and remove the kidney and ureter via laparoscopy, and then the cancerous part of the ureter, a small portion of the bladder where the ureter is attached, as well as all the surrounding lymph nodes via a larger incision between the belly button and pubic bone. This approach will make for less chance of bleeding, infection, and pain, as well as provide diagnostic and therapeutic benefits because we'll be able to tell if the cancer has spread to the lymph tissue (bad) and if it hasn't, it will never get a chance to because the nodes will be removed in that immediate area (good).

Despite the fact that bladder cancer is not supposed to spread, there is a 1-2% chance that similar cancer can pop up elsewhere in the urinary tract- further evidence that my mother is nothing less than exceptional! The chance of this moving to the other kidney or ureter is even less, and outside the urinary tract (providing it hasn't already, which is unlikely) is even less. The chance of her getting bladder cancer again is approx 50%, but she' been free and clear since Nov. 2006, with three negative biopsies since. A good sign, but she will still be monitored very closely.

The surgery is scheduled for Monday, Dec. 3. The doctors reassured us many times that doing it any sooner will not in any way impact the outcome, and this way she gets the entire day to herself, with both of their attention in the OR.

The procedure should be 5-6 hours. Recovery will be long. A few days in the hospital, a catheter and foley bag to rest the bladder and prevent bladder spasms (painful) for 1-2 weeks. Overall, no work or exercise for 4-6 weeks.

The objective now is for mom to unload as much as she can from her plate. As I said to her this afternoon- she needs to seriously embrace the stress for the next few weeks and do whatever it takes to get things settled before D day, because she's going to be unable to address anything after for quite some time.

30 comments:

maura said...

hey monie...

so glad to see this outlet for you, to talk through the issues, keep people posted. you do a great job of explaining what the different procedures mean, in lay terms. i have found that writing always helps, and i hope this is therapeutic for you.

you and liz are strong women! love you both.

ps. putting you in my feedreader!

H.F. said...

The Hornes and Fraelicks are sending you (all) LOTS of positiive energy, hope and, most importantly, love. Stay strong and focused. xoxo

Unknown said...

Monica -- your medical training is shining through (I like seeing my educational dollars at work!) Thanks for this detailed descriptive, although I'm not sure I'm so comfortable seeing my body parts itemized on a blog! Sorry if it's TMI for some...
Thanks, Miss Maura, Heather and Rick and all the Hornes for your good wishes! How can I fail, with such a great ground crew?
Cancer is a mental journey into new territory. There are gifts to be found along the way, some of which I'll try to share.
Maura, can you tell us what a feedreader is??

Susan Eastman said...

Liz - now is the time to allow your support group to participate! We're all more than anxious to assist when ever and where ever we can to make this difficult experience less stressful. Maybe a meeting before Dec. 3rd is in order.
Susan

Erin Gates said...

My thoughts and best wishes are with you Monica!
ILY,
Erin

marilyn said...

Monica, thanks for creating the chatter blog for your Mom. This will help you understand her crazy friends in CT. We look forward to future reports from the a REAL medical pro! Lizzie, you are surrounded by oodles of love from folks who are commited to helping you heal....put us into service to lighten your load. Where the heck is that angel?

Agata said...

If there is a fighter strong and willful enough to be able to put all of this behind it is my dear friend Lizzie. Let love do its miracle.

Unknown said...

I love this! I feel like a new community is being created for me and is going to lift and carry me through this next phase of life. It takes some of the fear away...
I am heeding the advice of many, and heading to the mountains with my friend Marilyn Rothstein, my sister Claudie, and a few others. Five days of macrobiotic eating, yoga, meditation, stretching, crisp walks, deep sleep .. can't wait. Back Thursday. Of course I'll have my cell phone and computer in tow .. but that's the life (and the curse)(and the passion) of the Entrepreneur.
I've also been introduced to a wonderful woman, Valerie Rouleau, an oncology nurse who is transitioning into Patient Advocacy. How amazing that she landed on my doorstep just at this time.
I'm looking for easy-to-make, very wholesome recipes. Feel free to post a favorite!

Margot Larson said...

Thanks Monica for setting up this blog for your Mom. I know first hand what a valuable tool it is to be able to connect and feel the love and support of friends and family.

Liz - Let's get through this together and celebrate in the new year, a success greater than our entrepreneurial endeavors.

Love,

Margot

trix said...

Hey bub,

Now I understand what you meant by "blog" , I never saw the bottom of your email! So jealous! You have a blog!

Hospital advice... don't bother packing a nightgown, you'll never wear it. Hospital gowns are the most comfy and easiest, and can be quite fashionable. Bring slippers and chapstick and leave the laptop home.

You're going to be fine, I just know it! I love you!!

Chrissy said...

This is incredible! What a fantastic way for us to keep tabs on our dear Liz, understand what's going on, and be able to connect with others who are so close to the family.

I love you both so much - you are truly two of the strongest women that I have had the privilege of calling my family.

Stephanie said...

Super Sistersan: You go girl. What a sister to look up to (I have four). We are all with you the whole way. Let us know what we can do to help.

Elizabeth said...

Merlicka,
Great job with this. Big contribution to mental and emotional healing -- sometimes 3/4 of the battle. I'm around to help in any way at any time, seriously. Meanwhile, I'll be busy with my ongoing lobby for legalization of medical marijuana -- I'm tellin' ya, THAT's what she needs! xoxoxo E

Unknown said...

Hello everyone ... I tell you,everytime I log on to this blog, I get teary reading everyone's wishes for my successful recovery. I always thought I'd like to throw my own funeral, BEFORE I died ... isn't that when everyone says the best things about you? Well, this is the next best thing! Thank you all sooooooooooo much. It really matters. It really counts. It really works.

Meanwhile, I'm up in the Catskill mountains. They're only allowing me one massage -- after all, the detoxifying aspect of massage could overload the very organ that's already in distress. So I'm indulging in other pleasures. Yoga. Reading. Sleeping. Eating organically. And laughing a lot at the comediennes around me, esp. Marilyn. I've been given two books: The Secret, and How To Heal Your Life by Louise Hay. They won't let us use our personal computers. I'd have to leave campus to do that. So .... very little work is getting done. In my case that could be counter-therapeutic ... :)
Meanwhile my right side is beginning to bulge with the swelling. So Marilyn goes to Rite-Aid today and buys me huge cotton underpants in size 9 that won't bind around my waist. They sure don't ... because they fall to my knees when I put them on.

Filomena said...

Filomena Said:
Hey Lizzie...big love and hugs to a shining star in my life, the most extraordinary Liz Talbot. Liz, who leads two extraordinary daughters by example, who can face dragons with a smile, who musters the energy, smarts and commitment of a dozen people, who is thoughtful and caring of others, who knows what is important, and who is truly extraordinary, every day. I want an assignment, buddy! Hand them out....your friends want to help you. Monica, thanks for this blog. Gwennie, my friend Marlene Haddad's daughter Maya is at McGill in her first year -- from Farmington High School. Perhaps a good person to know! Lizzie, you are surrounded by love and prayers for your successful surgery and recovery. We love you, Filomena

Talbot said...

I love blogs....I adore and embrace them....I blog many times everyday -- before the internet blogs were defined as guests who came to dinner and who stayed too late. Pakistan and India have to learn to live together!!!! If too many cars use fuel derived from corn there will not be enough popcorn!!! I love blogs. Why doesn't Hillary Clinton wear Manolo Blahnicks....just because George Bush doesn't???? And another thing that burns my goat is people who drive their grocery carts in the CENTER of the aisle!!!
CENTER!!!! Elisabeth Talbot does not push her grocery cart in the middle of the aisle (but then again Elisabeth Talbot doesn't go grocery shopping nudgenudge winkwink saynomore...) I frog peed on my porch this morning and I believe the government spends way too much money figuring out what weekends we should change our clocks!!! But I love blogs and I love Elisabeth Talbot. I wish Pakistan and India loved each other too. All babies look like Gandhi until they're eight months old. I love blogs.

John S. said...

Well Liz, my Dad also had a kidney removed and his recovery went quite well... over 50 years ago! He just celebrated his 80th and his great-grandson's 2nd birthdays. "I'm always an optimist," he tells me. Go get 'em, Liz...

Unknown said...

Well, the latest entries are leaving me ... speechless! "Dad," for the benefit of others, is the father of my two daughters, my best friend, and the reason they inserted ex- in the word ex-husband. I was tired of having George Bush in his Blahniks, along with Hilary and the Pakistanis over to dinner eating popcorn out of grocery carts. But I do love George.
Fili - my champion, who always makes me feel I can slay dragons with a mere cocked eyebrow .. i'm counting on you for bedside cocktails as soon as I'm home, or sooner if the nurses care to join in, or look the other way.
John ... do I remember that YOU have three kidneys? And your father four?? You're my back-up plan, should my own backup kidney decide to go south! Thanks for b-logging in!
My Spa Days were Delightful Days. Thank goodness it doesn't hurt to laugh! I luxuriated through a "hot stone massage"courtesy of my sister Claudie, and suppressed my laughter through my first "reiki session" where I was infused with energy. Hah. Like I lack energy. Wish I could re-infuse my wallet with the $85 that only infused his. Hmm. I just don't get reiki. Kinda like colon cleansings. For $75, they "clean out your colon"?? Here, let me save you a step, and I'll just flush the $75 down the toilet for you!
OK, enough spa musings. It was worth every moment, if not every last dollar. And my big grandma undies were a huge hit in the locker room. And very kind to my very tender waistline. Good solution from Marilyn.
Meanwhile, thank you Monica for enlightening us with your entries. Someone suggested you go into medicine. I especially liked Love Your Ureter, and am grateful that the NIH utilized the sketch of my very (perfect) body to illustrate!

Anonymous said...

Babette,

You are my heroine! You live life with such grace and strength and beauty! You are an inspiration to me, how you proceed with courage, especially now. My prayer for you is that you would know personally the Source of that grace, strength, and courage, the Author of it all. That you have the faith to receive the gift of salvation offered freely to you! May you be upheld and sustained by the power of God's love, for He holds all things in the balance. May your spirit be filled with an overpowering sense of peace, for He says He will keep them in perfect peace whose minds are stayed on Him. A peace that passes all understanding! I pray that you would rest in His everlasting arms for you. That the Love of all loves would fill your heart, and that you would know that I am one in that circle of love with you, with many others. May this experience put perspective on all that Jesus is, and created you to be, and what life is all for, that you may live for the eternal, and the things of earth would grow "strangely dim". A perspective that will keep you in times of suffering, or trial. May you find focus not only in the gifts of God, but in the Gift-giver, finding joy & purpose in every day, redeeming the time. This is my prayer for you, and everyone else on the planet!

Know that we love you, we lift you up before the Lord in prayer often, and that we desire you to have the joy unspeakable and full of glory that we have experienced. You are loved!

Love,

Michou and family

Talbot said...

Lots of you are wearing the wrong shoe on the foot that it's not supposed to be on....Elisabeth is the "patient-from-hell."

The day after she foaled Monica she went to the movies with Marilyn; after twenty-some-odd-hours in the delivery room with the Gwenster Elisabeth was off to return lipstick that "just smushes too easily" at Lord & Taylor.

Most of Elisabeth's physicans have had to attend counseling and/or therapy sessions after they've worked on her. The mechanics that work on her Pathfinder have all moved to totally green communes in either Washington state or Oregon.

Elisabeth is a tough-cookie; just this past summer I witnessed her substituting the home fries with her breakfast for a turkey sandwich ("no pickles please,") a side of cole slaw, and a brownie that she took with her to have later on for lunch.

Elisabeth is a tough cookie...talk to a State Trooper working I84. The Woman should have lost her license eons ago for speeding... she should have more points on her driver's license than Las Vegas bookmakers would hold on the spread of a game between the Patriots and a Connecticut Pee Wee footall team.

All of us are praying for Elisabeth...but by-golly....save some space for her nurses and doctors. Elisabeth is one kickasschick. And the State Troopers are elated that her little "Get Me There As Quick As You Can GPS Glenda" GreenSpeedMachine will be off the road for a couple of weeks.

Talbot said...

Charlotte Stancioff, Elisabeth's aunt up in Maine (and I believe Maine is either the capital of Vermont or New Hampster) just reminded me of something....I probably know more about what makes Elisbeth Liz, Babette, and/or Mom more than any of you.

"There's a f&%king snake on the steps to the deck!" and "I don't think feeding babies M&Ms is a good idea" are just two of the blogs that I anticipate offering over the next couple of months to let you all know a little bit more about Lizbiff; it'll help you all appreciate why her recovery is so unorthodox...or at least as unorthodox as Liz is (that rhymes.)

And then there's the tale of her cooking a Thanksgiving turkey upsidedown...and the story of her ramming a post-mounted mailbox through the rear window of her Mercedes Benz station wagon (...even BoHos in Camden, Maine don't do that on a regular basis.)

Your admission fee to these "Living with Liz" stories is just to type a comment into Monica's Mom's blog. We all win....Elisabeth gets to see new postings on a regular basis, the US Attorney General gets notes from Elisabeth challenging my rights to free speech, and all of you learn what Elisabeth did when she found a snake on the steps to the deck.

Special Bonus Offer!!! Coming Soon to a blog close to you! Elisabeth’s Ten Best Lines for talking herself out of speeding tickets!!!!!!!!

Talbot said...

“Personal fowl…..fifteen yards – Offensive use of Upside-Down Turkeys.”

I’m trying to think of one time sometime that Elisabeth didn’t champion adversity; and the upside-down Thanksgiving turkey is just another bust.

Elisabeth had her in-laws visiting for the first time over a Thanksgiving Holiday and Elisabeth cooked the turkey upside down. Her quick-fix was to replace the candles on the dining room table with taller candelabras in order to make the fledgling legs and wings of the turkey that looked like the International Space Station less prevalent. It was probably her first stab at using her incredibly intuitive skills at home-staging.

Move with me from that Thanksgiving with Elisabeth’s first upside-down roasted turkey back in 1982 to 2007; the internet now has over a half-million resources for how to cook turkeys upside-down….most of which tout the cooking of a turkey upside-down as the best way to insure the moistest and most favorable dinner.

Everyone contributing to and reading this blog should cook their turkeys upside-down this coming Thanksgiving; tell all who you share Thanksgiving with that you know the Woman who first pioneered the practice of cooking turkeys upside-down in the habitable frontier of North America twenty-five years ago (unfortunately FedEx can no longer guarantee that upside-down turkeys that are personally autographed by Elisabeth can be delivered by the holiday.)

Mamasan….you have championed tishbishy events in your life soso many times….I apologize in advance for telling everyone someday soon the story about you delaying a tied National Hockey League Divisional Playoff game for thirty-three minutes after you spilled four quarts of popcorn onto the ice from high-atop the home team’s owners’ skybox….THAT was definitely not your “finest hour” (and/or thirty-three minutes.)

Unknown said...

I just knew George would get me back one day ... and he's doing it in spades!

filomena said...

Looks like I'll check out the blog daily to see George's no holds barred ( some holds barred...or was that bared...) reportage of miraculous Liz moments. And we do crave and love those miraculous Liz moments. Monica, you are clever like mom....I now have a full picture of a ureter. You can have a second career as a creative medical writer. I hope the doctors are prepared for an encounter of the best kind--- with the most determined, energetic, can do, no problem, I feel fine, get me outta here, extraordinary patient in this universe. This being Thanksgiving week, I am most grateful for my friend Liz, and for this blog that creates a vital connection for the family of people who adore Liz. I have walled off my calendar for December, thrown away my nurse Rached uniform, and will be your household slave. Your wish will be my command. Many blessings this week....and also all the many weeks and long years to come. XXOO, Filomena

Talbot said...

MonicaRabbit….don’t encourage Mom….this “Coming Out Party” is a bad idea. She’s liable to ask her doctors to “wrap whatever I no longer need in duct tape so I can return it for credit.” No-Lie…when Mom worked for Vogue she and all her best-buds would “borrow” stuff from the magazine’s fashion closet to wear for a party; and then they’d return the items to the designers and/or retailers. Mom would put duct tape onto the soles of these little itty bitty high heels that weighed less than the lettuce in a Taco Bell taco to insure that the soles weren’t marred. She actually asked me to be the “courier” to return some shoes after the duct tape was taken off. I returned “necks,” and “cuffs” and “ears;” I returned dresses, blouses, scarves, belts and handbags. MonicaRabbit….dump the “Party” concept…..call it Prevent-Defense, call No-Huddle Offense….call it anything but “Party” because Mom’s liable to ask any of us to return the stuff she no longer needs for credit.

Elizabeth said...

Liz,
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving and will spend this week living in the spirit of enlightenment, hope, renewal, and surrender -- not to mention hooving down copious amounts of leftovers. Bulk up, babes, it'll stand you in good stead. It's also a good time for conversations with your kidney and ureter -- thanking them for the years they gave you, forgiving them for not hanging in for the duration. Oh, yes, it will be a busy week for internal awareness and communications!

We were with Bess for Thanksgiving, and we toasted you...a couple of times.

Good luck next week. I'll be in NYC, and will stop in St. Pat's Monday morning - and you know that's not something I'd do for just anyone! xoxoxo E

Claude said...

BigSisasan,
I roasted my turkey upside down once again. I wasn't planning to at first, because Claire wasn't here to help me put on Thanksgiving for 20! However, Eric kept my courage up. I needed that since I so rarely cook. I used my new convection oven for the very first time while roasting a 20-pound bird. The top browned so fast, it nearly charred. Eric said to cover it with foil. I decided to flip the bird upside down instead, so the juices could soak back into the breast meat. Success!

I will be there Sunday night to go with you and Monica McNightingale on Monday morning. We will meal plan together for your return home and prepare a shopping list of only healthy, organic, tasty, easy to digest foods. Start your wish list. I make a mean Vichyssoise (yes, folks, you DO pronounce the "s" at the end!) I will probably not make you a spicy vegetable chili. [If you get scared of my cooking abilities, we can always start a dinner chain.]

Claudia said...

Hi Lizzie! I just spoke to Monica who is on her way to see you. It sounds like the surgery was long and that Howard's butt really DOES need to be kicked!! I'll trust that assignment is in good hands with your daughter!!
I'm thinking of you and sending love your way. And I'll call you later this week!
Much love...

John S. said...

Hey Liz, I blasted past the Catskills on 11/25 taking my Katie back to school at Cazenovia, so if you caught a whiff of cigar smoke it wasnt a bright elusive butterfly, it was just me... Take your time and make the most of your respite. Wishing you a strong recovery!
Your friend, John

John S. said...

Hey Liz, on such a dreary day it strikes me that getting some R&R is not such a bad idea. Hope you're mending OK and enjoying some quiet time.
All the best,
John