We ourselves must walk the path…

Hello My Healing Team,

I hope this update finds you well.

I guess it has been a little while since I last updated you on how I am travelling. I am ok 👌. There are good weeks and some that are not so good. Regardless, I get up each morning feeling thankful. I make plans for the day, for weeks, months and years all in the ultimate pursuit of putting a bigger smile on my dial and on the dial of those precious people around me.

As I write, I am sitting in the day oncology ward of the Epworth Freemasons Hospital. There is a few litres of junk draining into me that we hope will keep those nasty cells in check all in the pursuit of a happy long life. I come in here on a fortnightly basis and look forward to this going monthly in late July. Less time spent here the better. I look around me, and all of the 30 odd ‘big chairs’ are occupied by people receiving their own cocktail of junk. They too are doing what’s necessary to keep smiles on their own dials. I do get annoyed because I know what these 30 people are going through. However, I am a little satisfied by the fact that I am likely to be the youngest here, probably by at least ten years. I wonder to myself, given I am much younger than them…… should I invite them to my 80th birthday party?? It would certainly give them something else to live for because it’s going to be huge!!!!

The last 4-5 months have come and gone without too many hiccups. On a good week I toil with golf, on a bad week I engage with Netflix. Recently, there have been more good weeks than bad. Winning. Regardless of the week, I am lifted each day when Riley and Georgia bounce through the door having spent the day at school, and unload their views on the trials and tribulations that they have experienced. It is such a privilege to be able to be home to immerse in their life.

My last last bone marrow biopsy, where we test cancer prevalence, was done in January, and the next will be done in August. I have no knowledge on how my cancer is responding to this treatment other than knowing how I feel at any given moment. I was tempted to get frustrated by this lack of detail, but soon got over it as I figure that my day to day first hand measure of ‘how I feel’ was enough.

I think about why I haven’t written much, and maybe it is because I don’t want to be known as ‘the cancer guy’. I guess I want to be known for the good things that I do or have done, the laughter and the light that I bring. Everyone is befallen by bad things or challenges from time to time. It is important to me that I do not become the bad, but rather fly free and be represented by my strengths, or best traits. I want to be Superman, not Kaptain Kryptonite!! I recognise that I have a big role to play in managing how people perceive me and what lasting impression I leave. It starts with me. Time to be superman!! As a wise man once said “No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.” – Buddha

If you want ‘the feels’ this 11 year old kid has nailed exactly what I am talking about!! Watch … https://m.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtu.be&v=BmFukQHrmmk

Take care

Geoff

Onwards and Upwards

Hello my healing team,

I hope this update finds you well!!

I asked you for crossed fingers and I got that and more. Thank you!!

I find that I feel most conflicted about my predicament when I am uncertain about the path forward. I don’t need the path wholly mapped out. However I do need to feel confident that I am walking in the right direction. I have met with my two doctors a few times over the past week or so and we now have a way forward. I always felt that I would find a way to navigate the dilemma of hideously expensive drugs, and navigate we have. There are two drugs I need, with one estimated at $30k per month, and the second at $10k per month. My new Dr, who I aptly nickname ‘the Fresh Prince’, has drawn on all of his experience and contacts to secure the more expensive drug for free!! Yup!! Nudda! No need to sell the house and the kids no longer have to work at Safeway as night fillers!! Furthermore, for the second drug, we have found an alternative drug that I can use that is government funded i.e – free baby……yeah!!! Winning all round!!

So the replacement drug that my Dr has come up with is Thalidomide. So some background on this drug………..Thalidomide was first used decades ago as a sedative and as a treatment for morning sickness in pregnant women. When it was found to cause birth defects, it was taken off the market. Later, it became available again as a treatment for multiple myeloma. Side effects of thalidomide can include drowsiness, fatigue, severe constipation, and painful nerve damage (neuropathy). These side effects have been found to occur in 50% of patients. So…….it’s not all a bed of roses, but I am hoping I am on the good side of that 50%. If not, I may have to revert back to the drug Revlimid which I will have to pay for.

From where I sit right now, I am thankful. I am really pleased that there is more clarity on the way forward. The unknown was messing with my head. I am thankful that I don’t currently face the prospect of huge expenses. I didn’t really fancy living in a caravan. I am thankful for all of you guys, for all of the kind messages and offers to assist that we have recently received. Luv ya’s!!

Take care

Geoff

It’s hard not to waiver

 Hello my healing team,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!! I hope this update finds you well!!

 I hope this update finds you well!! Since my last update, I feel that we have lived well. We were fortunate enough to travel over to Europe on holiday where we saw many amazing things and spent time with fab friends. At home we have been busy with the kids finishing school for the year, we survived a crazy Christmas with lots of connection and socialising, and I have even been learning to play golf, albeit restricted to rounds of 9 holes as limited by my fatigue. Having done all of this, and with my cancer levels low, I feel as though I have had a little ‘cancer holiday’. I’ve appreciated it and am grateful. 

Sadly, that holiday is now over. Its confirmed the cancer is on its way back up. Advice in late December from my doctor suggests, “we don’t have to act over Christmas!! Early January will be fine”. Awesome 😳😳😞🤕!!!! So my doctor says that I have several options:

1) Fingers Crossed Option – another dose of cells from my brother. However, this time I have no data on efficacy, and we would just be hoping my bro’s cells attack the cancer and don’t attack me.

2) The $$$$$ Option – Source a drug called Daratumamab from the pharmaceutical company Janssen at a cost of $10-30k a month. Ideally cocktail it with other drugs but I may have to pay for them too at an additional $10k a month. 

3) Waiting Game Option – wait for the cancer to get really high so some PBS (government) funded drug becomes an option.

Happy days.

I have recently sought a second opinion and it seems the best option is the $$$$$ Option, however, the costs are crippling. There is a glimpse of hope that I may be able to get access to these drugs at a significantly reduced cost, perhaps even free, so I am sitting here with legs, fingers, toes, hair and eyes crossed!! Being confronted with an ongoing monthly bill of between $10-30k is frikkin ludicrous!! I know many people are in the sad position where they have to navigate this, but WOW!! I have a renewed empathy. Not only does one have to deal with the mind cramp that comes with having a terminal cancer, but to also throw in that you could lose your livelihood as well….. gimme a break!! The real kicker is that there is no promises that the drugs will work!! It kills me to think that there are people out there that have lost their homes to this scenario, and in some instances, then died from their disease soon after.  

Being honest, thoughts of $$$$ isn’t what’s keeping me awake at night. I know I’ll find a way there!! What has me quite scared is that I am following the statistical case studies whereby I am gone before my 50th birthday. As a 45yo, it’s freaking me out. All the things I would miss, and all of those that would miss me. I am finding it harder to say with confidence that I will dance the funky chicken at my 80th birthday!! I am finding it harder to stay unwaveringly positive, and to believe. I just haven’t seen the evidence for me reaching 80, but have seen the evidence of young loss!! Please know that I don’t share these thoughts and experiences for sympathy, more so for your understanding and so you have a glimpse into this reality. Please also know that whilst I do waiver, I will (with your support) find a way to remain positive and to believe. What else is there?? 

Take care

Geoff

Edit: I expect to know in a week how much the drugs that I need will cost.

A long trip on the treadmill

Post Stem Cell Transplant No. 3

Hello my healing team,

I hope this update finds you well.  

Picture yourself in this scenario. You set off on a big audacious journey. It has great challenges along the way, but you embark on your way because you firmly believe that this journey will lead you to a highly desirable place.  A place that makes you happy.  The path you walk has many obstacles which slow your progress. It is slippery so you fall along the way.  Sometimes it gets dark and cold which makes you feel uncomfortable. Much of it is up hill.  However, you march on feeling motivated and a little excited of what it will be like when you reach your dreamy destination!!  If you look into the distance ahead of you, you think you can see your happy place up on the horizon.  It looks beautiful. Your journey takes a long time. Many years in fact. You are tired, bruised and have a few travel scars but you continue on!!  The destination drives you.  

As you walk, you realise that happy place on the horizon isn’t actually getting closer.  You feel confused.  That confusion leads you to be more observant of your immediate surroundings.  You look around only to realise that you are not on a path at all.  You are actually walking on a treadmill, whereby you haven’t progressed, but are still in the same place as where you started from.  Is your destination a mirage’??  Who knows.

Now you know how I feel.  

Yesterday I received my latest results.  I felt excited when my Dr, the Nutty Professor, told me that I have 95% Dan’s immune system and only 5% left of mine.  Under this scenario, my new immune system has the best chance of fighting the cancer.  Winning!!!  Next he told me that my cancer has gone up.  It is now sitting at 4.5%, up from 1.5%. F&ck, F&ck, F&ck!!   It is seriously back.

I set off on this journey just over two years ago and I feel as though I am on a treadmill walking through challenging circumstances towards a dreamy destination that is no closer.      Sure there has been happy times, positivity and optimism along the way. But I am not where I want to be.

It’s a pretty crappy situation simply because, with current modern medicine, we have a limited number of goes at knocking this cancer into long term remission. It is only with long term remission that I will make the age of 80.  Despite having a couple of attempts, I have never achieved such a remission, or any real holiday from the cancer.  This scares me.

One consolation I can take from my journey is that lining every path I walk, I know that I have amazingly dedicated supporters cheering and supporting me.  It certainly helps me continue to walk the path knowing that if I get tired or slip, that you will be there to pick me up.  Thank you.  

Take care.

Geoff

Into the deep dark blue

Onwards and Upwards No. 44

Hello my healing team,

I hope this update finds you well.

My recent frustrations were alleviated today when a very dear friend suggested we unlock those frustrations by going for a swim. Given I have been unable to exercise with a broken foot, this gesture was significant. It was made more significant when I suggested we swim in 14 deg cel water at Shoreham beach.  This was even more significant again given the water at Shoreham beach is seriously cloudy, on the ocean side (so prone to large wild life) and full of stringy seaweed beds.  Uncomfortable was top of mind.  Regardless, the reason why I choose Shoreham beach is because it is cold so it tests my immune strength, it is a 1.4km swim so it tests my physical strength and it finds us swimming into the unknown, the deep dark blue, so it tests my mental strength.

It is an interesting mind battle when you are swimming with little visibility.  You swim knowing that you should be fine, but can never be absolutely certain what is lingering in your path just up ahead.  I find that it is not dissimilar to my cancer experience.  I often feel as though I am walking into the dark, but I push on, taking one step after another, placing hope in the fact that I won’t step into a pothole or off a cancer cliff.

Before my buddy and I got into the water today, we acknowledged our worst case scenario in there possibly being sharks, but trudged into the chilly waters regardless.  We would tackle it together.  Secretly I felt challenged given the saying “If you stumble across a bear in the woods, you don’t have to out run the bear, only your slowest friend”!!  My friend is a far faster swimmer than I.  Bummer!!

As we swam to the first pole, some 500m away from the shoreline, we had overcome the freeze brain and were feeling good, even empowered.  We were swimming in 5m deep water and visibility was 2m.  My feet extending into the depths looked hazy.  We swam towards the second pole which was another 600m away.  We were plodding along, turning our arms over in unison. I was staring down, my eyes drawn to the changing shadows. At that moment a 4 foot long flash of silver flashed immediately below us.  Aarrrgghh (that’s me letting out a boy scream). I think I even let out a little bit of wee.  My buddy saw it too and yelled ‘swim in’!! I put my head under water. My buddy was easily going to beat me in, and I wanted to see the bugger that was going to bite me.

It was then that I saw Flipper’s dolphin brother, (I call him Rufus) finning slowly below me. Swimming 10cm from my feet, he was upside down looking up at me on waters surface. I think he was smiling at me. For the next 3-4 minutes, we were spellbound by Rufus and his two mates, the most majestic sea creatures constantly circling us, often swimming within my hands reach, with them as interested in us as we were in them!!  We could even hear the dolphins squeeking / talking!!  Frikkin amazing!! It was one of those moments when you are humbled to be present, humbled to be experiencing, humbled to be alive.

Upon reflection, I recognise that if I had not put myself into that situation that was so uncomfortable, I would not have experienced something so profound.  I would have perhaps felt more comfortable, but I would not have lived.  I want to strive to live more, even if it means being uncomfortable.  Further, what is more notable, I wouldn’t have made myself uncomfortable without the support of my buddy.  I would have found a reason to stay at home. I wouldn’t have lived.  With my last update, I received over 200 messages of love and support, each of which gave me strength. The strength to swim on!!

Thanks for swimming with me :).

Take care,

Geoff